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D'Artagnan returned to Monk, saying, "Monsieur, I await your orders, for I understand we are to go together, unless my company be disagreeable to you." "On the contrary, monsieur," said Monk. "Come, gentlemen, on board," cried Keyser's son.
At the First Church I told my story before an evening meeting, and shall never forget the kindness of the pastor, the senior deacon, and others. I obtained here nearly $100. I was kindly assisted by Rev. Mr. Keyser's Church, as also the Fourth Baptist Church. But at the Central Baptist Church, Rev. Mr. Fields', I found unbounded kindness and liberality.
Crossing the wide river, I came upon a long point of salt-marsh, which I hoped might be Keyser's Point, for I knew that to the west of this point I should find Turval's Creek. While rowing along the marsh I came upon two duck-shooters in their punt, but so enveloped were they in the mist that it was impossible to do more than define their forms.
"Well, is all arranged?" asked the king, drawing near. "All but the price," said the fisherman; "yes, sire." "That is my affair," said Charles, "the gentleman is my friend." Monk started and looked at Charles on hearing this word. "Very well, my lord," replied Keyser. And at that moment they heard Keyser's eldest son, signaling from the shore with the blast of a bull's horn.
He gave orders that Wolf should be conducted back to his cell, while Findeisen was to be confronted with the corpse of the sergeant. Keyser's death had resulted from fracture of the skull, due to its forcible impact against the wall. The medical report, however, stated that fatal consequences had resulted on account of the unusual thinness of the skull.
They did; and out came four hundred and fifty feet of iron rod. The auger had slid off to the side, turned upward and come to the surface in Keyser's garden. Then the artesian well was abandoned, and Keyser bought a steam-pump and began to get water from the river. Another remarkable boring experience that occurred in our neighborhood deserves to be related here.
Daylight was waning, a splendid sun, like a red steel buckler, was plunging the lower extremity of its disc beneath the blue line of the sea. The felucca was making fair way up the river, tolerably wide in that part, but Monk, in his impatience, desired to be landed, and Keyser's boat set him and D'Artagnan upon the muddy bank, amidst the reeds.
"Well, is all arranged?" asked the king, drawing near. "All but the price," said the fisherman; "yes, sire." "That is my affair," said Charles, "the gentleman is my friend." Monk started and looked at Charles on hearing this word. "Very well, my lord," replied Keyser. And at that moment they heard Keyser's son, signaling form the shore with the blast of a bull's horn.
"I believe you stayed at De Keyser's Hotel, at the Blackfriars end of the Embankment?" "I did it's handy for the continental trains." "About half-past eleven, or a little later, that evening, did you go along the Embankment, on the Temple Gardens side, for a walk?" "I did, sir. I'm a bad sleeper, and it's a habit of mine to take a walk of half an hour or so last thing before I go to bed."
When he got to Keyser's, the latter went to the barnyard to show him an extraordinary kind of a new pig that he had developed by cross-breeding. "Now that pig," said Keyser, "just lays over all the other pigs on the Atlantic Slope. Take him any way you please, he's the most gorgeous pig anywheres around. Fat! Why, he's all fat! There's no lean in him. He ain't anything but a solid mass of lard.
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