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"I give you my word that 'twas pretty nigh a stark calm, but there was such a steady stream of language pourin' out of the Pepper stateroom that the draught kept the sails filled all the way home," asserted Captain Higgins. That was Kyan's sole venture, so far as sailoring was concerned, but he ran away again when he was twenty-five.
We'll find out what it was you all saw in the window." "That's the last of him," muttered Isaac Porter, as the broad back disappeared through the low aperture that was called a doorway. There were no window sashes or panes in the house, and the door had long since rotted from the hinges. "He'll never come out. Let's go home," added Ed Higgins conclusively.
"You'll get yours, Higgins, when Hal gets back," asserted the man who protested against Bob's being sent to Ford's. "And you didn't even warn him about the dog," chided another. At this reminder of the savage wolfhound that John Ford kept to guard his cabin, the idlers grew serious and exchanged uneasy glances. "Oh, well!
I tried to reach a spot that has since been named Higgins' Camp, for there it was rumored that gold was to be found in plenty, and missed it. I came here, and here I stayed." Now the big man rose to his feet, and looked down on the younger one. He looked kindly.
Masterson found that both Sam Higgins and Eph Compton were willing to do all they could to harm the boys who had been responsible for their arrests, and so it came about that Jupe, on his way to the village to post some letters, was enticed into talk one night, and while he was chatting and accepting the good cigars three amiable young men pressed upon him, the mail was abstracted from his pocket.
But most of the time now the spirit of the herd mastered Jimmie; he wanted what all the men about him wanted to hold back the Beast from these fair French fields and quaint old villages, and these American hospitals and rest-camps and Y.M.C.A. huts to say nothing of motor-cycle repair-sheds with Jimmie Higgins in them!
Higgins had remained at Citrus Grove to organize ox-team transport for the material and labor which had been ordered, and Payne had started southward at once. A sure, plodding ox team had carried him in a wide circuit through the flooded lands east of Devil's Playground to Deer Hammock. Signs on the hammock told that it had been visited several times during their absence.
That was, of course, too subtle for a man like Jimmie Higgins. But this much the little Socialist got that the heir of the Granitch fortune had been in truth a miserably unhappy mortal. And this was an extraordinary revelation to Jimmie, who had taken it for granted that the rich were the lucky ones of earth.
Jimmie Higgins, who had always hitherto shouted with the "wild" ones, realized suddenly how pleasant it is to have a friend who wears black broadcloth, and carries himself like the drum-major of a band, and is reputed to be worth a couple of hundred thousand dollars.
There was a damp and unpleasant smell in the house, and now and then came queer sounds, that echoed through the deserted rooms. "Nothing but shutters banging," explained Higgins, as his companion-in-arms started. "They're flapping like a bird's broken wing, all over the place. Now for our mysterious friend."
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