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Jenks said, "and he such a good Christian man as he is wonder what he wanted to go and marry such a wife for, anyhow; I don't believe he more than half approves of her himself, now he sees how she goes on, but, poor man, he's got to make the best of it now; I shall always think everything of him though, he was so kind to us when Peter was sick." Mrs.
"Shut up, Major!" cut in Jenks. "Remember the padre." "Oh, he's broad-minded I know, aren't you, padre? By the way, did you ever meet old Drennan who was up near Poperinghe with the Canadians? He was a sport, I can tell you. Mind you, a real good chap at his job, but a white man. Pluck! By jove! I don't think that chap had nerves.
And I've never felt quite easy about our guards since Polycarp Jenks said Do you know where it is the fire?" "It's between here and the railroad. Give me that sack, and you go on back to the house. You can't do any good." And when she handed the sack up to him and then kept on up the hill, he became autocratic in his tone. "Go on back to the house, I tell you!"
"An extremely rare specimen of mica that I had no idea existed in this part of New England." The odd little man opened his bag and introduced his latest acquisition into it While he was doing this Dick had been explaining to the boys: "He's a queer character. Professor Jerushah Jenks. They say he's a great authority on mineralogy and so on. I interviewed him once. He's always out collecting."
The idea of liberty was dazzling, after so many weary days. "Well," said one of the men, in the same low tone, "it's better to escape, and run the risk of failing or of being re-captured, than to rot here until we are led out to be hanged." "Let's invent a plan that will enable us not only to get out, but to stay out," laughed Jenks. There was dead silence for nearly ten minutes.
They had reached their camping-ground, and he hastened to procure a small quantity of brandy. She swallowed the spirit with a protesting moue. She really needed no such adventitious support, she said. "All right," commented Jenks. "If you don't want a drink, I do." "I can quite believe it," she retorted. "Your case is very different.
I resented it then. I didn't want any one to tell me what I refused to admit to myself. I was trying so hard to like it it seemed my only hope, you see. But now I'll tell you you were right. "Sometimes I feel very wicked about it. Sometimes I don't care. And sometimes I I feel I shall go crazy if I can't talk to some one. Nobody comes here, except Polycarp Jenks.
"Well, I never!" he said softly, as though speaking to himself. "What is it?" asked Bobby. "May we go?" "I guess it will be all right, Son," replied the captain kindly. "Run ask your mother, and if she is willing, I'll take you all." "Mother isn't at home," explained Bobby. "She and Daddy rowed to Greenpier. She would say yes, I know she would." "Well all right!" decided Captain Jenks.
"Buzzards!" he said, with a dark, grim smile. "Mebbe Brandt has begun our work. Come." Out into the open they crawled to put to flight a flock of huge black birds with grisly, naked necks, hooked beaks, and long, yellow claws. Upon the green grass lay three half-naked men, ghastly, bloody, in terribly limp and lifeless positions. "Metzar's man Smith, Jenks, the outlaw, and Mordaunt!"
"Well, we are going on quite a trip, but not as far as that. And as for the danger well, we'll have to take what comes," and he told her something of the proposed quest. "Oh, it sounds sounds scary!" Mary exclaimed, when she had heard of Mr. Jenks' experience. "Do be careful, Tom!" "I will," he promised, and, somehow he was glad that she had cautioned him thus and in such tones as she had used.
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