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Landover that the boats be lowered the instant he discovered that his passengers were in peril. No news was good news, argued the majority, and jesting was in order. Peter Snipe, the novelist, got out a pad of paper and began jotting down impressions.
Would he dare throw the great capitalist, this mighty Croesus, this autocrat, into the sea? The first boat carried off Nicklestick, Block, Shine and the other objectors. Landover was in his stateroom. "Just a minute," called out Percival to the oarsmen, as they waited for him to take his place in the last boat. "We're shy a man, I see." His eye ranged the deck. His face was a sickly yellow.
Perhaps he was right. It had been a spectacular, not to say diverting, exhibition. Her eyes darkened. An expression of pain lurked in them. "I can't believe it of him, Mr. Landover," she said at last, in a slightly muffled voice. "I thought it was understood you were to call me Abel, my dear."
Snatching up his coat from a nearby stump, he waved his hand to the crowd and then, whirling, was quickly lost among the trees that lined the shore. Landover walked beside the thoughtful Ruth as she crossed the Green on her way home. He studied her lovely profile out of the corner of his eye. As they drew away from the dispersing throng, he spoke to her.
"You mend my fence, I'll mend yours," is an ideal arrangement until you find it is "our fence" and doesn't need mending. To Landover, Block and other financial experts was delegated the power and authority to perfect a fair, impartial monetary system. First of all, they arbitrarily declared the dollar, the peso and the shilling to be without value.
Go slow, my friend, or she will turn against you and you will lose her. You have still a good chance. She is more nearly in love with you than she suspects. A little good judgment on your part, my friend, and you will win. She will marry you, and when she have done so, zen you may with impunity toss Mr. Landover in the sea, but not now, my friend, not now."
And I don't care, do you understand? I don't care that! You want your answer, Mr. Landover. Well, you shall have it now. I cannot marry you. This is final." The blood left his face. "You don't know what you are saying, Ruth," he exclaimed. "You are angry. When you have had time to " "I've had all the time I need," she interrupted shortly. "I don't want to be disagreeable, but it's no use, Mr.
If he misses you, he'll get me sure, it's so dark, and so help me God, I got nothing but the deepest respect for Captain Trigger. He's a vonderful man, steward. Don't make any mistake. You hear me say he is a vonderful man? Veil, " "Oh, shut up, Nicklestick," grated Landover, crouching down behind the gentleman addressed. The steward sat down.
He promised them that Sancho Mendez should have his just deserts. Slowly, reluctantly the crowd broke up and shuffled away in small groups across the dewy Green. Manuel Crust was free to go. The few words that passed between Landover and Percival, although unheard by the man, sufficed to put courage back into his heart.
His eyes followed them until they disappeared around a corner. Down in his heart he hoped that Ruth would not deny him a fleeting look of encouragement and approval. Landover carried himself like a soldier. He was tall, well set-up, and almost offensively erect. He was a handsome man of perhaps forty-eight. His cleanshaven face was firm, aggressive, domineering.
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