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Updated: May 2, 2025
And Miss Jeffries, for all her harassment of suspense, was no woeful object in a vivacious blue evening frock with silvery gleams. "He's safe absolutely safe," McLean confirmed. He expected radiance. Miss Jeffries' expression was arrested judgment. "Safe where?" "At his camp ... I just returned just in time to dine. I motored out this morning." "Oh!... It took your whole day. I am so sorry!"
Then commenced the most barbarous punishment of rebels ever known. An officer named Kirk was sent by the king to hunt down the Monmouth rebels, or those sympathizing with them. His atrocious deeds would fill a volume, and are so revolting as to seem incredible. Another brutal ruffian of the time was Judge Jeffries.
That big chap is Jeffries, isn't he? I remember his fielding when we played ball last summer; and the way he swatted the pill was a caution. It nearly broke our pitcher's heart. I guess some of your fellows can do stunts? as well as our stars. But I must be going back home, for I ran over on my motorcycle, you see. Wish you all the luck going, Captain Winters; after Marshall, of course!"
But Brigadier-General Jeffries was determined to complete the destruction of Shahi-Tangi, and to recover the body of Lieutenant Hughes, which remained in the hands of the enemy. It was a bold course. But it was approved by every officer in the force. A second attack was ordered. The Guides were to hold the enemy in check on the left.
"You are some wagon-maker, Jeff," said de Spain, regarding him ironically. Jeffries ignored every sarcasm. "This road, as you know, owns the line. And the net from the specie shipments equals the net on an ordinary railroad division. But we must have a man to run that line that can curb the disorders along the route. Calabasas Valley, de Spain, is a bad place."
He saw Jack talking with the girl at the reception.... The girl showing him something about her neck that accursed locket, he thought acutely.... Jack sending Miss Jeffries home.... Had he arranged that purposely? Was there some mad, improvised scheme of escape in the air?
If Meredith gets fed up with you he could give you the hell of a time." "Oh, I know he could, but he wouldn't over a thing like that. Damn it all, the man is a gentleman." "Of course he is, but all the same he is a blood, and it pays to keep on good terms with them." "Oh, I don't know; it's risky and well, I think the whole idea is damned silly nonsense." Jeffries looked at him rather curiously.
In spite of the hope advanced by Lefever that de Spain might by some chance have cartridges in his pocket, Scott's information was disquieting. However, it meant for de Spain, they knew, only the greater need of succor, and when the news of his plight was made known later in the day to Jeffries, efforts to locate him were redoubled.
"I say ... I'm in the deuce of a row." There was a shriek of laughter. Jeffries was always in a row; and he always exaggerated its importance. "Don't laugh. It's no damned joke. I've got bunked." Silence suddenly fell on the group. "But ... what the hell have you been doing?" "Chief's found out all about me and Fitzroy, and I've got to go!"
But he was usually among the first three in his form, and there was nothing definite to find fault with, and, after all, his friends were excellent fellows. There was nothing against them. Jeffries was genially selfish, always ready for a rag, a keen footballer, and had, like most other Public School boys, adopted a convenient broadmindedness with regard to cribbing and other matters.
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