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"I'm not sure that I should have any." "And doesn't that make you feel badly?" "Very." Jeff's confession was a smiling one. "You don't show it!" "I don't want to grieve you." "Oh, I'm not sure that would grieve me." "Well, I thought I wouldn't risk it." "How considerate of you!" They had come to a little barrier, up that way, and could go no further.
Daggett Oh, Jeff, this is our good friend Milt Daggett, who has helped us along the road." Jeff's lucid rimless spectacles stared at Milt's wind-reddened eyes; his jaunty patch-pocket outing clothes sniffed at Milt's sweater; his even voice followed Milt's grunt of surprise with a curt "Ah. Mr. Daggett." "Pleased meet you," faltered Milt.
To select the best horse of the remaining unscathed three, to break open the boot and place the treasure on his back, and to abandon and leave the senseless Bill lying there, was the unhesitating work of a moment. Great heroes and great lovers are invariably one-ideaed men, and Jeff was at that moment both. Eighty thousand dollars in gold-dust and Jeff's weight was a handicap.
Nevertheless he flew forward like the wind. Presently he fell to listening. A certain hoof-beat in the rear was growing more distinct. A bitter thought flashed through his mind. He looked back. Over the hill appeared the foremost of his pursuers. It was the blacksmith, mounted on the fleetest horse in the county Jeff's OWN horse Rabbit! But there are compensations in all new trials.
Jeff had changed sides, and was now an ardent adherent of Gregory's, who had given him five dollars without imposing any conditions; and then, what was of far greater import, had saved the house and Annie's life, and, according to Jeff's simple views of equity, he ought to have both.
Well, don't stop to put on more than a few clothes. There isn't any time to save things. The river will be pouring in here soon." "Some of it's heah already," remarked Jeff, as he saw the water on the floor. "Lively now!" called the policeman again. "Here, let me take some of those," he said, as Jeff's father came out of a bedroom carrying in his arms two sleepy little colored girls.
"That's why I'm here," said Madame Beattie patiently. "Jeff's back again, and the necklace hasn't been fully paid for. I've kept my word to him. I haven't exposed his wife, and yet he hasn't recognised my not doing it." The vision of Jeffrey fleeing before the lash of this implacable taskmaster was appalling to Lydia. "But he can't pay you," said she. "He's no money.
It came to Jeff's knowledge that Brian repeatedly disobeyed this order. He knew that at dusk his cousin frequently went out alone in a little skiff that was easily managed. Finally, after many anxious days, he resolved to tell Brian that he was aware of his disobedience. Brian turned on him fiercely, calling him "Spy," "Sneak," and "Holly."
For her, obscurity the only thing just now. Jeff's voice again broke the silence. There was something utterly simple in the manner of his words. "I love Nan, Bud," he said. "I want to tell her so. If she'd marry me, I don't guess there'd be a thing left worth asking for. But I don't guess she will. Why should she? I'm not worth her. Gee! But I want her bad." Nan buried her face in her hands.
Any one observing the frequency of Jeff's visits to it, and his prolonged earnest gazing at the sea, would have imagined that the ancient smuggling days had revived, or that the old tendency of the French to suddenly come o'er and find the Britons awaiting them on shore, was not yet extinct.
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