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Larry Kildene rose and stood a moment in the cabin door, then sauntered out in the sun, and off toward the fall. He had need to think a while alone. His companions knew this necessity was on him, and said nothing only looked at each other, and took up the question of their needs for the winter. "Mr. 'Arry, is it possible to reach with safety a station?
Tell her if I find your father, I will surely deliver the message." And the two men rode away up the trail, conversing earnestly. Larry Kildene explained to Harry about the jewels, and turned them over to his keeping. "I had to take them, you see. You hide them in that chamber I showed you, along with the gold bars. Hang it around your neck, man, until you get back.
Her mother sat in one of her trancelike moods, apparently seeing nothing around her, and Amalia took Larry to one side and spoke in low tones. "Sir Kildene, I have thought much, and at last it seems to me right to part with these. It is little that we have and no money, only these. What they are worth I have no knowledge. Mother may know, but to her I say nothing.
"He has forgotten to tell the court how he came by that scar above his temple, yet he makes the statement that he himself inflicted such a wound on the head of Richard Kildene the omission is remarkable in so clever an actor. Miss Ballard also admits having bound up that wound on the head of Richard Kildene, but still she claims that this man is her former fiancé, Peter Craigmile, Jr.
"Miss Ballard, you admit that Peter Junior was lame when last you saw him, and you observe that the prisoner has no lameness, and you admit that you bound up a wound which had been inflicted on the head of Richard Kildene, and here you see the scar upon the prisoner; can you still on your sacred oath declare this man to be the son of the plaintiff?" "Yes!" She looked earnestly at the prisoner.
When Harry King did not return that night, Amalia did as he had laughingly suggested to her, when he left, "You'll find a letter out in the shed," was all he said. So she went up to the shed, and there she lighted a torch, and kneeling on the stones of the wide hearth, she read what he had written for her. "To the Lady Amalia Manovska: "Mr. Kildene will help me get your box.
It was a sweet return for his stammered confession. All day Larry Kildene slept, hardly waking long enough toward nightfall to drink his broth, but the next day he was refreshed and merry. "Leave Madam Manovska alone," he admonished Harry. "Take Amalia off for another ride, and I'll go down to the cabin, and if there's a way to set her mind at rest about her husband, I'll find it.
But as the darkness crept on and Larry Kildene did not appear they stretched themselves before the fire and slept, and the two women on the mountain, hungry and cold, crept under the mother's cloak and lay long into the night, shivering and listening, couched on the pine twigs Amalia had spread under the ledge of rock.
The red of anger mounted to his hair and throbbed in his temples, then swept back to his heart, and left him with a deathlike pallor. "Keep back. I'm not Richard Kildene. You have the wrong man. Peter Craigmile was never murdered." The big Swede leaped the piazza railing and stood close to him, while the sheriff held him pinioned, and Sam Carter drew out his notebook. "You know me, Mr.
You ladies make out a list of all you need, and I'll fill the order, in so far as the stations have the articles. If I can't find the right things at one station, I may at another, even if I go back East for them." "Ah, but, Sir Kildene, it is that we have no money. If but we could get from the wagon the great box, there have we enough of things to give us labor for all the winter.
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