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The idea amused him, he was so sure of the accuracy of his own theory. "Not at all," he said heartily. "I want you to come." "How about avoiding him on the train? We don't want him to know we're his fellow-travellers." "Oh, no. He'll get aboard at the station here. I have a machine to take me and you, of course to Larrimore, the station seven miles out. They'll flag the train.
No; I forgot. You'd rather drive down, wouldn't you? Walking would bother that leg. I'll send the machine up for you." "Thanks," Bristow accepted appreciatively. "That will be best." "All right. I'll have it up here in an hour or so. You can pick me up, and we'll run out to Larrimore." He went down Manniston Road, his heels striking hard against the concrete.
Those who saw him with the harness on felt sure that some harm had befallen the coach, and they hastened after the animal, who, avoiding capture, dashed up to the hotel door and halted. Lawrence Larrimore, nicknamed Landlord Larry, had seen him coming, and grasped his bridle-rein as he halted.
"Did you all hear what Miss Larrimore, who teaches the little children at school, said about us?" asked Lina importantly. "Naw," they chorused, "what was it?"
But it proved a godsend for Berkeley. At about midnight a message came to him from Captain Larrimore, explaining that he and his crew served under duress, that there were only forty soldiers left on board the Rebecca, and that if he could send thirty or forty gentlemen to the ship, he was sure they, with the help of the sailors, could retake her.
In the meanwhile Carver too was approaching, and hearing the shouts, tried to veer away. But Larrimore trained his guns on him and captured him and all his men. Coming on board he "stormed, tore his hair off and cursed," as well he might for he knew that he would soon be on the way to the gallows. This was a major victory, for it gave the governor control of the water.
Without war vessels it would be necessary for Bacon to divide his little army into numerous widely separated detachments in order to defend hundreds of miles of shore. Lying in the James River were three merchantmen, the Honour and Dorothy, the Rebecca, commanded by Captain Larrimore, and another Rebecca, commanded by Captain Eveling.
Isabelle shuddered at the spectacle of the bloody road up to the camp, and prayed that her life might not be lived in an atmosphere of blood and alarms and noisy strife, even for the sake of millions of dollars and limitless Power. One evening in this period of dubitation Lane remarked casually: "Your father's friend, Pete Larrimore, came in to-day to see me. Do you remember him, Isabelle?
It was started by some people who hadn't the capital to carry it through, and now it begins nowhere and ends in the same place. Larrimore and his friends think they can get the capital to carry the road south to the line and up north, and ultimately will sell it perhaps to one of the big systems.... They are looking for a man to build it and push it through." "What did you say?"
Lane had promised his wife to consider the Larrimore offer. One morning the cable brought the startling news that the president of the Atlantic and Pacific had committed suicide in his hotel room in Paris the evening before he was to sail for home. "Bad health and nervous collapse," was the explanation in the despatch.
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