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Tolerant, sturdy, pious, shrewd, prudent and brave, they formed the best known type of the characteristic New Englander, as represented by the national figure of Uncle Sam. They were sociable and inquisitive, yet they knew how to keep their own counsel; and the latch-string hung out all over the colony, in testimony at once of their honesty and their hospitality.
"This is a 'land where all things always seem the same' nearly always, at least. John Selwyn's house hasn't even been much changed, and outside the rose-bushes your grandfather planted for his bride are blooming this very minute." "How the thought links me with them! With your leave I must explore the whole place soon." "Our latch-string will always be out for you," promised Anne.
The latch-string was out, and she knocked and pushed open the door almost simultaneously. All she could make out to say was, "Darby." The old woman was on her feet, and the young man was sitting up in the bed, by the time she entered. Darby was the first to speak. "What do you want here?" he asked, sternly. "Darby the Yankees all around," she gasped "out on the road yonder." "What!"
"And you must all remember that there's one more latch-string out here at the Quemado," said Wayne, "whenever you feel inclined to ride this way." They were off then. The sound of violins and the shuffle of feet became faint, and the last gay voice died in the distance.
"Come back, my boy, when you've done your duty by the law. Every citizen should be a protector as well as a keeper of the law. So come again; the latch-string is always out." It was mid-morning before the details connected with the sheriff were completed. By this time Chamberlain's heavy but sound temperament had lifted itself to its task, gaining momentum as the hours went by.
The Judge himself drove me to the railroad by another way across the Bow Leg Mountains, and south through Balaam's Ranch and Drybone to Rock Creek. "I'll be very homesick," I told him. "Come and pull the latch-string whenever you please," he bade me. I wished that I might! No lotus land ever cast its spell upon man's heart more than Wyoming had enchanted mine. It must be a poor thing to be sick.
"More likely they'll come, without waiting for you, Hen," observed Dave Darrin grimly. At this moment the latch-string moved; there was a click of wood against wood as the latch was raised. "Fellows, it's our ghost party!" whispered Dick, hoarsely. "Stand close by me and sail in when I give the word. We'll do our best to make it hot for the ghost!"
Observing the latch-string out, he gave it a sharp twitch and the door swung open. Dinah confronted him with a look of surprise, and just beyond her, he saw his aunt preparing the morning meal. "Why, Avon, you are frightened," said she with a smile. "So I am; where's uncle?" "He will be down in a minute; when I awoke, I saw he was asleep, and I concluded not to awake him.
I warrant me the widow hath not pulled in her latch-string. We must open and enter. To knock would be to give warning to our man, who hath ears that gather sound quicker than doth a rabbit's." "How will the widow take our incoming?" asked Nick. "We be two strangers, and night hath fallen.
Regis Brugiere felt its breath on his heart, and, in alarm, broke through the apathy of his condition. It was time to recall his forces, to enter where could be found provisions and warmth. Painfully he turned on his right side and prepared to reach the latch-string.
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