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The raiders, riding like vaqueros, swept on in a curve, cutting off what distance they could. One fellow, a small, wiry rider, high on his mount's neck like a jockey, led his companions by many yards. He seemed to be getting the range of Ladd, or else he shot high, for his bullets did not strike up the dust behind Sol. Gale was ready to shoot.
Roman vases, eight or ten feet high around colonnade. Massive and graceful detail. Sculpture Outside Fine Arts Palace Beginning at Northeast Corner of Lagoon North of Lagoon The Illustrious Obscure, by Robert Paine. Whaleman, by Bela L. Pratt. Garden Group by Anna Coleman Ladd. Dying Lion, by Paul Wayland Bartlett. Fragment of "Fountain of Time," by Lorado Taft.
"Well, it appears that our activities have not yet aroused any special interest in the Graham household," Hazel Edwards observed as they began their march back toward the sheltered group of tents. "I'm not so certain of that," Miss Ladd replied. "Why not?" Katherine inquired, while several of the girls who were near looked curiously at the Guardian.
Ladd and Joyce handed them packages that, later, turned out to be cigarettes, and chocolate, and books, and soap, and knitted things and a wallet. And when Buzz opened the wallet and found, with relief, that there was no money in it he knew that he had met and mingled with American royalty as its equal. Three days later he sailed for France. Buzz Werner, the Chippewa tough guy, in Paris!
"The weekly allowance to grown slaves on this plantation, where I was best acquainted, was one peck of corn." Wm. Ladd, of Minot, Maine, formerly a slaveholder in Florida. "The usual allowance of food was one quart of corn a day, to a full task hand, with a modicum of salt; kind masters allowed a peck of corn a week; some masters allowed no salt." Mr.
"Oh, I wish you would," exclaimed the little fellow, throwing his arms around the neck of the Guardian who had seated herself on the grass before him. "I don't want them to scare you with a ghost." "Scare us with a ghost!" Miss Ladd repeated in astonishment. "What do you mean by that?"
"I've been lucky to fall in with these men, and I'm glad with all my heart," he replied. "Come." He led her into the road up to the cowboys, who now stood bareheaded in the starlight. They seemed shy, and Lash was silent while Ladd made embarrassed, unintelligible reply to Mercedes's thanks. There were five horses two saddled, two packed, and the remaining one carried only a blanket.
Then he cautioned Yaqui to keep sharp lookout, and, hurriedly returning to the house, he called the men out and told them there were rebels or raiders camping just across the line. Ladd did not say a word. Belding, with an oath, slammed down his cigar. "I knew it was too good to last.... Dick, you and Jim stay here while Laddy and I look around." Dick returned to the sitting-room.
With words of sincere gratitude she took leave of Miss Ladd; but no persuasion would induce her to say good-by to Francine. "Do me one more kindness, ma'am; don't tell Miss de Sor when I go away." Ignorant of the provocation which had produced this unforgiving temper of mind, Miss Ladd gently remonstrated.
Well, I climbed it an' left my hat on top for a woodpecker's nest." "You've been running fighting?" queried Belding, as if Ladd had not spoken at all. "I reckon it'll dawn on you after a while," replied Ladd, slipping the saddle. "Laddy, go in the house to the women," said Belding. "I'll tend to your horse." "Shore, Tom, in a minute. I've been down the road.
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