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Peggy hastily explained, and the man said that he had seen some reference to the coming contests in a stray paper the light-keepers had given him the last time he passed the lighthouse in a small boat he kept. "Is the island inhabited?" inquired Jimsy; "we'd like to get something to eat. If there's a hotel or ." The man of the island burst into a laugh.
Hasn't she insisted on being with other people all the time, on having me with you?" "Cart', I hate to say it, but that's because she's sorry for you." "And for herself." The murky dimness of the sala was pressing in on Jimsy as it had on the girl, that other day.
"No butlers for us, Uncle Rich'!" Jimsy was red but unabashed. "We might rent him for a movie star and live on his earnings. We aren't very clear yet as to what we will live on!" The personage looked at him gravely. "You are going to settle in Los Angeles?" "Yes!" said Jimsy and Honor in a breath. The good new life coming which would be the good old life over again, only better! "Oh," said Mrs.
"And Jess and Jimsy and " "And that other young fellow? Why, they " "Never felt better in their lives," came Jimsy's cheerful voice from the door, which framed, beside himself, Jess, and the young naval officer. "The first time I was ever knocked out by lightning," declared the latter, "and really it's quite invigorating."
"Well," said his friend, reasonably, "ishn't that the big idea? Wouldn' you razzer drink yourself to death'n die of thirst?" They were making for the door now in a zigzag course, and when they passed Honor, Jimsy stayed their progress. He held out his hand and spoke to her, but he did not meet her eyes. "Gimme ring," he said, crossly. "What do you mean?" said Honor.
This was a different person altogether, hot-eyed, white-lipped, snarling. "Your fault if she dies here, dies of thirst; your fault if they get in here and carry her off, those filthy brutes out there." "They'll never ... get her," said Jimsy King. His face was scarlet and he was breathing hard and clenching and unclenching his hands. "Yes," Carter sneered, "yes! I know what you mean!
Carter followed him. "If she hadn't been terrified over you, if she hadn't the insane idea of duty and loyalty to you, would she have come? Would she?" Jimsy King sat down and looked at him, aghast. "Good Lord, Cart' that's the truth! That shows what a mutt I am. It hasn't struck me before. It's all my fault."
"Humph," grumbled Fanning, and as this conversation had brought them up to the Silver Cobweb, he broke it off to communicate his intelligence concerning the Prescott aeroplane to Mortlake, who heard it with a lowering brow. Bang! A bomb shot upward and exploded, in a cloud of thick yellow smoke, in mid-air. "The half-hour signal," cried Jimsy; "everything ready?"
Smoke and the fumes of gasolene hung like a pall above it. Through the bluish cloud could be seen dim figures hurrying with cans of fuel or lubricant, bags of tools and engine parts. "Reminds me of circus day," commented Jimsy, looking about him; "hullo, there's the Cobweb out already," he exclaimed presently. Across the field could be seen the silvery wings of the Mortlake aeroplane.
Maybe we'd better descend. That is, if you girls aren't scared?" "Um well," began Jess, but Peggy interrupted her: "Jess Bancroft, I'm ashamed of you. It's our duty to help out if we can." "At least if it gets too hot we can always retreat," muttered Jimsy. Under the covering of one of the lockers was a revolver. Under Peggy's directions Jimsy found it.
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