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L. W. glanced at Jepson and then at Stoddard and at last he cleared his throat. "Well, Mr. President," he said, half-heartedly, "this is a new proposition to me. I regret very much that Mr. Jones isn't here, but well, I make a motion that we build the smelter and pass the annual dividend." He spoke with an effort, his eyes on the table, and at the end he sank back in his chair.
Wonderingly, she sank into a chair near him. "You're sure thinkin' of marryin' Masten, girl?" he said. "Yes," she declared firmly. "Well, then I've got to tell you," said Uncle Jepson decisively. "I've been puttin' it off, hopin' that you'd get shet of that imp of Satan, an' I wouldn't have to say anything." "Uncle Jep!" she protested indignantly.
"What's this?" he said, gravely. "The master dead? Apoplexy?" "No, Jepson. Mr. Schuyler was killed by some one. We don't know who did it." "Killed! Murdered! My God!" The butler spoke in a strong, low voice with no hint of dramatic effect. "How will Mrs. Schuyler bear it?" "How shall we tell her, Jepson?" Mason showed a consultant air, for the butler was so evidently a man of judgment and sense.
I'm the chief owner of it, and I here and now depose you as captain, Mr. Brisco, and appoint Jack Jepson in your place!" There was a gasp of baffled rage from the former commander. "Jack, take charge," said Mr. Pertell. "Select as mates whoever you want. We'll go into this matter of the plot later. Just now we must save the ship if we can. Everything must give way to that. Do you accept?" "What!
I was arrested as the ringleader of the mutiny, an' put in chains! An' I had no more to do with it than a baby, Miss. No more than a baby!" and Jack Jepson looked from Ruth to Alice, his blue eyes expressing the indignation he had felt at the time. "An' that's th' story of th' mystery, as I said I'd tell your sister," he added turning to Ruth.
Alice assented and looked around, as though in search of someone. "What is it?" Ruth asked. "I was looking for Jack, to say good-bye. There he is over there," and she pointed to the old man polishing the brass work of the binnacle in front of the steering wheel. "I'm going over and speak to him," she added. Jack Jepson had his back toward Alice, and was not aware of her approach.
A steward, a little later, came to where the rescued ones were talking together Brisco and Lacomb having gone off by themselves and the steward said the steamer's captain wanted to talk to the schooner's commander. "There he is," said Mr. Pertell, pointing to Jack Jepson. "That's our new captain." The steward looked. A queer change came over his face. "Jack!" he cried. "Is it really you?
I cal'late, if you was to ask her, she'd be able to tell you a heap more about Masten, Ruth." Ruth got up, pale and terribly calm, disengaging herself from Aunt Martha and standing before Uncle Jepson. He too got to his feet. Ruth's voice quavered. "You wouldn't, oh, you couldn't lie to me, Uncle, because you like Rex Randerson? Is it true?"
Half a dozen frantic voices were calling to the sailor who, with dogged persistence, kept on, shaking his grizzled and gray head, and muttering over and over again: "It won't do for Jack Jepson! No sir! It won't do. I had one experience with trouble and I don't want any more. No sir!" Evidently utterly unused to a moving picture studio, the old man kept on his way.
To Ruth, watching him when he least suspected it, it seemed that he had grown more grim and stern-looking since his coming to the Flying W. She saw him, sometimes, laughing quietly with Uncle Jepson; other times she heard him talking gently to Aunt Martha with an expression that set her to wondering whether he were the same man that she had seen that day with the pistol in hand, shooting the life out of a fellow being.
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