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"Surer than sure. Why, haven't I always had Jimsy, ever since I can remember? Before I can remember? He's part of everything that's ever happened to me. I can't imagine what things would be like without him. I won't imagine it!" Her eyes darkened and her mouth grew taut. "But you'll promise Mother to keep it a secret? You'll promise me faithfully?"
Twilight was descending on the camp in the arroyo when Jimsy, who had been stationed with a rifle on a butte overlooking the desert maze, gave a sudden shout. The next instant his rifle was at his shoulder and he began shooting into the air as fast as he could. As the rapid staccato volley of sound rattled forth all became excitement in the arroyo.
Her stepfather had marked a passage for her in her pocket "R. L. S."... "The man who cannot forgive any mortal thing is a green hand in life," Stevenson had said. Honor believed him. She could even forgive James King, poor, proud, miserable James King, for failing Jimsy. It was because he cared so much. As she started up her own walk some one called to her from the steps of the King house.
"Just to think how utterly unconscious those fellows were of the fact that three human beings were hovering right above them and listening to every word of their conversation," chuckled Jimsy; "isn't it queer?" A little while later a steamer's whistle boomed through the fog beneath them, but as the altitude register showed five hundred feet, they did not bother about it.
Isn't it true that there's a sort of Robin Hood quality about him steals from the rich to give to the poor that sort of thing?" "That's more or less true, but the herd believes it utterly." He sighed. "It was a black day for us when Diaz sailed." Jimsy King had been listening. "But, Uncle Rich', they have had a rotten deal, haven't they?" His uncle shrugged. "Got to treat 'em like cattle, boy.
After all, it may amount to nothing. As for Jess, she has as much, and more, nerve than I have." "When it comes to eating ice cream," put in Jimsy irrelevantly. Peggy, glancing about her, could not but reflect at the moment what a strange contrast the scene about them offered to the peaceful landscape and commonplace adventures of hum-drum Long Island.
Carter stopped raving and snarling and became very cool and coherent. "I think I can prove it to you," he said, quietly. "You can't," said Jimsy, turning and walking toward the door. "Are you afraid to listen?" He asked it very quietly. "No," said Jimsy King, wheeling. "I'm not afraid. Go ahead. Get it off your chest." "Well, in the first place, hasn't she kept you at arm's length here?
"I have," said her stepfather. "I've got the words here and I'm messing about for some music to go with them." Honor looked out as she passed the window on her way to the piano. "Wait a minute! Here's Jimsy! I'll call him!" She sped to the door and hailed him, and he came swiftly in. "Hello! How was practice?" "Fair. Burke was better. Tried him on the end. 'Lo, Mr. Lorimer. 'Lo, Carter!"
Jimsy King, who was lolling on the couch, sat up, his eyes kindling. "Gee...." he breathed. Honor's cheeks were scarlet and she was breathing hard and fast. Only the new boy was unmoved, his pale face still pale, his shadowed eyes calm. Stephen Lorimer kept that picture of them always in his heart; it was, he came to think, symbol and prophecy.
In the meantime, Roy and Peggy had sustained a surprise, likewise. The day before that on which Lieut. Bradbury received the disturbing dispatch, an automobile had whizzed up to their gate and stopped. Roy, Peggy and Jess and Jimsy were at a game of tennis, when a rather imperious voice summoned them, from the tonneau of the machine.
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