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In the cabin he had left Jeffery Neilson catechized his daughter, trying to learn all he could concerning Ben. It was true that he carried the dead Hiram's rifle, and that the latter's pet wolf followed at his heels, but it was wholly probable that the old man, Hiram's brother, with whom he had conversed at the river, had designated him to get them.
The tempest of the forest was upon her, and her eyes blazed as she hastened around the house. Jeffery Neilson and Chan Heminway were already in session when Ray Brent, his face flushed and his eyes still angry and red, joined them. Neilson was a tall, gaunt man, well past fifty from his manner evidently the leader of the three.
Jeffery, who, in consequence of a previous arrangement, was going to spend a couple of days with them, at a village about eight miles in the country, and from which he returned at the expiration of the appointed time, well pleased with the attention and hospitality that had been shewn him. A remuneration of bar-iron was the price of these civilities.
The author of "The Beloved Vagabond" is no more a stranger to the Avenue than he is to Bond Street, or the Rue de la Paix; and Arnold Bennett has recorded impressions that are at once disparaging and polite; and Jeffery Farnol used to trudge it, impecunious and unknown, before "The Broad Highway" came to strike the note of popular favour.
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"But you'll get acquainted soon enough " "I've got a letter to a feller named Morris," Ezram replied. "And I've heard of one or two more men too Jeffery Neilson was one of 'em " "You'll find Morris in town all right," the stranger ventured to assure him. "He lives right next to Neilson's. And say what do you know about this man Neilson?" "Oh, nothin' at all. Why?"
Beatrice's father, who had talked to him, had probably committed the crime: if not he, one of his understrappers at his order. He found himself recalling what Jeffery Neilson had said. Oh, the man had been sharp! Believing that in the depth of the forest the body would never be discovered, he had tried to send Ben farther into the interior in search of him.
The lady now, in an instant, dived under the boat, and, reappearing at some distance on the opposite side, swam, laughing, to the shore, evidently much amused at Jack's surprise and disappointment. This was not the only instance Mr. Jeffery met with of the superior talents of the fair sex, in swimming and diving.
He's in this same country now." "I suppose I'll meet him I'll likely meet him to-night when I take you to the cabin on the river. You said his name was " "Jeffery Neilson." For all that he was prepared for it, the name was a straight-out body blow to Ben. He had still dared to hope that this girl was of no blood kin of the claim-jumper, Jeffery Neilson. The truth was now only too plain.
When she did speak it was apparent that in changing the subject she had followed a natural impulse without intention or design. "Jeffery," she said, "do you know I haven't been able to make you out since you arrived here nor Sybil either," she added, nodding toward Latham's wife, whose classic, flaxen-haired profile was turned toward them. The man was smiling curiously.
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