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But Walter Hine had no eyes for Mr. Jarvice. He was nerving himself to refuse the proposal. "I can't go," he blurted out, with the ungracious stubbornness of a weak mind which fears to be over-persuaded. Afraid lest he should consent, he refused aggressively and rudely. Mr. Jarvice repressed an exclamation of anger.
"To move tortures me!" Garratt Skinner had his pipe and some tobacco. He lit, shading the match with his coat; and then he looked at his watch. "What time is it? Is it near morning?" asked Hine, in a voice which was very feeble. "A little longer to wait," said Garratt Skinner, cheerfully. The hands marked a quarter to ten.
"I haven't a solicitor at all," said Walter Hine, as he, too, rose. "Oh, haven't you?" said Mr. Jarvice, with all the appearance of surprise. "Well, shall I give you an introduction to one?" He sat down, wrote a note, placed it in an envelope, which he left unfastened, and addressed it. Then he handed the envelope to his client. "Messrs. Jones and Stiles, Lincoln's Inn Fields," he said.
Walter Hine clung to him convulsively, Pierre Delouvain steadied Hine from behind, and thus they went slowly forward for a long while. Garratt Skinner gripped the edge with the palms of his hands so narrow was the ridge the fingers of one hand pointed down one slope, the fingers of the other down the opposite wall. Their legs dangled.
"Well, dat night de orders come, an' we all hed to git over to'ds Romney; an' we rid all night till 'bout light; an' we halted right on a little creek, an' we stayed dyah till mos' breakfas' time, an' I see Marse Chan set down on de groun' 'hine a bush an' read dat letter over an' over.
"How did you come by so much fortitude?" he asked; and to his astonishment, Walter Hine replied: "I learnt it from you, old man." "From me?" "Yes." Garratt Skinner gave him some of the brandy and listened to a portrait of himself, described in broken words, which he was at some pains to recognize.
Do you think that people with a telapfhone's munny is any better than mine, do you think because I walk in here on my hine leggs that I am a piker & a cheep skait, becuase if so I will bring along my telapfhone contract nex time & show you & then may be you will reckonnize me as a free born amerrican who dont haff to traid where I haff to play 2d fiddle to a chow pupp.
It might not be enough legally to secure his conviction at a public trial though even upon that question there would be the gravest doubt but it would be enough to carry certitude to every ear which listened and to every eye which read. "The game is played out," Chayne continued. "We have Walter Hine, and we shall not let him slip back into your hands.
"Our last difficulty, Wallie," said Garratt Skinner, as he cut a large step in which Hine might stand. "Once up that wall, our troubles are over." Walter Hine looked at the wall. It was not smooth ice, it was true; blocks had broken loose from it, and had left it bulging out here, there, and in places fissured. But it stood at an angle of 65 degrees.
"Let us get him up," he said, and with Barstow's help they lifted Hine out of his chair. Sylvia caught a glimpse of his face. His mouth was loose, his eyes half shut, and the lids red; he seemed to be in a stupor. His head rolled upon his shoulders. He swayed as his companions held him up; his knees gave under him. He began incoherently to talk. "Hush!" said Parminter. "You'll wake the house.
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