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"But what on earth am I going to do with the horse and wagon, then?" demanded Timothy Hinman, as though he found Prescott's refusal preposterous. "I would suggest," offered Dick coolly, "that you drive your father's rig home yourself." "I drive it?" gasped the son. "Certainly." "But it's no job for a gentleman!" protested the younger Mr. Hinman, looking very much aghast.
"What's that!" cried Simmonds, for, from the darkness at our feet, had come a soft whirr as of a bird taking flight. "Look!" cried Hinman. "Look!" High above our heads a point of flame appeared, brightened and burned steel-blue. For a moment it hung there, then it grew brighter and brighter, and I knew that it was descending.
Never again would he be able to look upon Sydney Force as the right man for the place. He could only think of him as "a man called Hinman." Being a charitable soul, however, he stood ready to overlook much that was obnoxious in the character of the man if the time ever came when he openly revealed a contrite heart and a disposition to make amends in the proper way.
It must be given to the flames. That was his wish." "Very well. I will arrange for cremation. Will you wish to accompany it?" "No, no!" she cried, with a gesture of repugnance. "That is all, then, I believe," said Hinman slowly. "And now I must be going. I beg you not to overtax yourself." "I shall not," she promised, and he bowed and left us.
Her husband stood between the oxen and the precipice when the hind wheel of the wagon slipped on a smooth stone, the vehicle tilted and being top-heavy upset and was precipitated into the abyss, dragging with it the oxen who, in their fall, carried down Mr. Hinman who stood beside the wheel yoke. He gave a loud cry as he fell, and gazing horror-stricken over the brink Mrs.
I remember that I screamed, and then his hand was at my throat and I suppose I must have fainted," she added, with a little smile, "for the next thing I remember is looking up and seeing Dr. Hinman." I sat back in my chair with a long breath of relief.
How could Miss Vaughan do it, ill as she was? With quick resolution, I turned back toward the house. As I did so, I was surprised to see a man appear at the edge of the lawn and run toward me. It was Hinman. "I was afraid I'd missed you," he said. "Miss Vaughan wishes to see you. She's all alone here and needs some help." "I'd thought of that," I said. "I was just coming to offer it.
At the words, I suddenly realised that there was one person within striking distance of the murdered man whose prints we had not taken his daughter. Not that they were necessary ... Dr. Hinman appeared at the edge of the lawn and beckoned. As I arose from my chair, Swain gave my arm a last savage grip. "Remember!" he said. But I kept my lips closed.
"I don't believe you can do anything about it, sir," Prescott answered, "unless you are willing to sue the lawyer, or can make him agree to fair play. But I certainly would drop in to see him and tell him that you expect just half of what he has so far collected." "I believe I'll do that," replied Peddler Hinman, judging from the address on the letter, that was his name.
There is quite a bit of stock on the wagon, too, I believe." "My father must have considerable money with him," the young man hinted. "He has some," Dick replied. "I do not know how much." "I will take charge of his money for him," offered young Hinman. "You will do nothing of the sort," broke in Dr. Hewitt, scowling.
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