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Major Honeywell was almost paralyzed with astonishment when he saw that the vessel was sealed and that it bore on its side, instead of the conventional Aztec design, this inscription in black: "Miguel Vasquez, 1545." "What was in it?" asked Ned quickly when the Major came to this part of his narrative.
Honeywell, apparently with no thought that there was anything strange in erasing cancellations from hundreds of envelopes for Honeywell was cautious enough not to confine her to the Robinson mail alone and then pasting on stamps to remail them." "You appear to have followed out my moves with some degree of acumen, Mr. er Jones," said the blind schemer suavely.
Now listen you are to proceed with twenty mounted men of the escort west as far as the foot-hills, and are expected to note carefully three things: First, the condition of forage for the sustenance of a wagon train; second, what forces of Federal troops, if any, are along the Honeywell; and third, the gathering of all information obtainable as to the reported consolidation of guerillas for purposes of plunder between the lines.
"This country, now a portion of the reservation of the Navajo and Southern Ute Indians, is a wilderness," Major Honeywell wrote. "White men do not visit it because the Indians will not permit them. Mining prospectors who have tried to do so have been murdered." "Cheerful, isn't it?" interrupted Alan. "This jumble of mountains has no connection with our two great western mountain ranges.
A telegram was dispatched to Major Honeywell at Kansas City, where the boys and their patrons had agreed to meet. Then Ned's tool chest was forwarded by freight to Chicago. In company with Mayor Bradley Ned and Alan visited Mrs. Bourke, Buck's widow.
A clerk with a handful of letters gave him a half glance and turned away. "I say," began Ned in a voice that made the clerk turn quickly, "I want some information." The man stepped forward, leaned over the counter far enough to get a full view of his questioner, and answered: "All right, sonny. What can I do for you?" "You can tell me if Major Baldwin Honeywell is staying here."
Honeywell must have her iced coffee and sandwiches at four and that breakfast, luncheon, and dinner regularly for three was not at all like getting two meals for two every day, and besides, there was another bedroom to care for, and the kitchen was never in order! Mary applied an unfailing remedy to Lizzie's case, and sent for a charwoman besides. Less easily solved were other difficulties.
Archibald magnificently overriding objections, Mary and George trying with laughter to separate jest from earnest. Mrs. Honeywell, overborne, was dragged upstairs to inspect "her room," old Aunt Curry, the colored maid and cook, adding her deep-noted welcome to "Miss Mar' Lou."
"I let her go this afternoon instead of to-morrow, Muddie, dear. We're going down town to dinner." "Oh; that's nice, but I look a perfect fright!" said Mrs. Honeywell, following Mary upstairs. "Nasty trip! I don't want a thing but a cup of tea for supper anyway bit of toast. I'll be glad to get my things off for a while." "If you LIKE, Mamma, why don't you just turn in?" Mary suggested.
Major Honeywell had warned the boys that the floors of all closed chambers of this sort were covered with the accumulated dust of ages. The first examination of the "khiva" resulted in disappointment. The immediate impression that the boys received was one of cave-like barrenness. In the half-light only a gray monotony met the eye. Yet under this ghostlike pall, forms soon began to appear.
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