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The foreman spat reflectively into the dark, a grim smile bristling his red moustache. "Well, sorr, Oi 'm not mooch given up to thinkin'," he replied calmly. "If it's them ide's yer afther, maybe it wud be Farnham ye'd betther interview, sure, an he 's the lad whut 'tinds to that end o' it for this outfit.

It takes so long if one «ends a servant first" She put him gently aside, and then paused as a new thought struck her. "Or wait; my maid's in the next room. I'll tell her to go and ask if Margaret will receive me. Yes, that's much the best way." She turned back and went toward the door that led to her bedroom; but before she could open it she felt Ide's quick touch again.

"I'll give ye five dollars to take me to Ben Ide's ten!" he roared, when Brackett showed no sign of stopping. "Promus' on the ground can be better found. Whoa!" cried Brackett, promptly. "I'll take the fare before you climb up! You'll be so busy when you git to the fire that I wouldn't want to bother you then." The Cap'n glowered but chewed his lips to prevent retort, pulled his wallet, and paid.

Then he gathered his apparatus and grunted up to the high seat. Far behind them the excited clang-clang of the Methodist bell was pealing its first alarm. "By the time they git hosses up out of the fields and hitched onto 'Hecla, and git their buckets and didoes and git started, I reckon things will be fried on both sides at Ben Ide's," chatted the peddler. "Lick up! Lick up!" barked the Cap'n.

It was the very phrase that the young lady in the next seat had applied to the unknown "Leila," and its recurrence on Ide's lips flushed Mrs. Lidcote with fresh courage. "I wish I knew just what you mean. The two young women next to me the ones with the wonderful hats have been talking in the same way." "What? About Leila?" "About a Leila; I fancied it might be mine. And about society in general.

He has decided not to do so, and desires you to understand that no change will be made in the relations existing between you and him." Ide's trembling suddenly ceased. The color came back to his face, and he straightened his back. His jaw went forward half an inch, and a gleam came into his eye.

Wicks at his office, and found him deep in a letter to an old lady, whose small business affairs he was trying to straighten out. He dropped the matter at once when they entered, and, after shaking hands, as though he had not seen them for years, said: "Now tell me all about it. To-be-sure, Charlie here has had some talk with me, but I want to get your ide's."

And the Cap'n, summoning all the resources of a vocabulary enriched by a sea experience of thirty years, yelled at him and his horse without ceasing. When they topped the ridge they were in full view of Ide's doomed buildings, and saw the red tongues of flame curling through the rolling smoke. But a growing clamor behind made the Chief crane his neck and gaze over the top of the van.

At the foot of the declivity, just before they came to the lane leading into Ide's place, there was a culvert where the road crossed a brook. The boarding in the culvert made a jog in the road, and when the wagon struck this at top speed its body flipped behind like the tongue of a catapult.

Teams kept coming into sight ahead, and he had thought only for his monotonous bellow of "Goff-off-errow!" Disaster the certain disaster that they had despairingly accepted met them at the foot of Rines' hill, two miles beyond Ide's. The road curved sharply there to avoid "the Pugwash," as a particularly mushy and malodorous bog was called in local terminology.