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"Ow, there you are, eigh, little bright-eyes!" he exclaimed with surprised animation. "Good morning, Captain Stryker," said Kirkwood, rising. "I want to tell you " But Stryker waved one great red paw impatiently, with the effect of sweeping aside and casting into the discard Kirkwood's intended speech of thanks; nor would he hear him further. "Did you 'ave a nice little nap?" he interrupted.

A yell of rage boomed down the wind, but he paid no heed. Careless alike of the dangers he had passed and those that yawned before him, he trimmed the sheet and stood away on the port tack, heading directly for the Nore Lightship. Kirkwood's anger cooled apace; at worst it had been a flare of passion incandescent. It was seldom more.

A pipe helped him to bear up while the train was making its two other stops in the Borough of Woolwich: a circumstance so maddening to a man in a hurry, that it set Kirkwood's teeth on edge with sheer impatience, and made him long fervently for the land of his birth, where they do things differently where the Board of Directors of a railway company doesn't erect three substantial passenger depots in the course of a mile and a half of overgrown village.

Yes, Wotton?" Brentwick sat back in his chair, inclining an attentive ear to a communication murmured by the butler. Kirkwood's gaze met Dorothy's across the expanse of shining cloth; he deprecated her interruption with a whimsical twist of his eyebrows. "Really, you shouldn't," he assured her in an undertone.

"But I'm damned if I understand this high-handed attitude of yours!" he concluded heatedly. "Don't you?" Kirkwood's humor became less apparent, the smile sobering. "You will," he told the man, adding abruptly: "Calendar, where's your daughter?" The restless eyes sought the companionway. "Dorothy," the man lied spontaneously, without a tremor, "is with friends in England. Why?

To this mental photograph another succeeds, of the same scene an instant later; all as it had been before, their relative positions unchanged, save that Stryker and Calendar had come to a dead stop, and that Kirkwood's right arm was lifted and extended, pointing at the captain.

To find him still there was something entirely outside of Kirkwood's reckoning: he would as soon have thought to encounter say, Calendar, would have preferred the latter, indeed. But this fellow whose disability was due to his own interference, who was reasonably to be counted upon to raise the very deuce and all of a row!

They were speeding along through the open country with a noisy clatter; then a minute's investigation sufficed to discover the mate of the Alethea serenely ensconced in the coach behind. The little man seemed rarely complacent, and impudently greeted Kirkwood's scowling visage, as the latter peered through the window in the coach-door, with a smirk and a waggish wave of his hand.

Won't you please tell me what you are and.... Are you a friend of Mr. Calendar's?" "I think I may lay claim to that honor, though" to Kirkwood's way of seeing things some little frankness on his own part would be essential if they were to get on "I hardly know him, Mrs. Hallam. I had the pleasure of meeting him only this afternoon." She knitted her brows over this statement.

Brentwick had slipped down in his chair, resting his silvered head upon its back, and was smiling serenely up at the low yellow ceiling. Before him on the table his long white fingers were drumming an inaudible tune. Presently rousing, he caught Kirkwood's eye and smiled sheepishly, like a child caught in innocent mischief. The younger man grinned broadly.

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