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Time is a big factor," he murmured as if to himself. Ricky smiled brightly. There was a sort of eagerness about her, as if she were wild to be off. "Then we'll say good-bye for the present, Mr. LeFleur. And may I mention again how much we have appreciated your thoughtfulness?" René LeFleur aroused himself. "But it was a pleasure, a very great pleasure, Miss Ralestone.
LeFleur said in his letter that the place was all ready for occupancy. And he stocked up with canned stuff." "I know beans! Just too, too divine. Well, let's know the worst." Ricky started up the stairs. "I suppose there are electric lights?" "Got to throw the main switch first, and I haven't time to do that now. Here, Val." Rupert tossed him his tiny pocket torch as he turned to go.
His eyes behind his gold-rimmed eyeglasses sparkled as he tilted his head a fraction toward Ricky as if to hear the clearer. "Well enough. Though we've seen very little of it yet, Mr. LeFleur." "When you have seen Pirate's Haven," he replied, "you have seen much of Louisiana." "But we're forgetting our manners!" exclaimed the girl. "We want to thank you for everything you've done for us.
But Ah didn't expec' yo' would evah see me, only the niggahs, an' I didn't care 'bout them. Ah always came when yo' were 'way or in bed." "Well, you've explained your interest in the place," Val assented, "but what about the rival? Why did he appear?" "It started in a blackmail plot. Your family have been wealthy, you know," explained LeFleur.
And the rumor of oil is what made the rival, as you call him, try to press his false claim instead of merely holding it over you as a threat." "The Luck is certainly doing its stuff," Val observed. "Here's the lost heir found, oil-wells bubbling at our back door " "I would hardly say that, Mr. Valerius," remonstrated LeFleur. "They may bubble yet," the boy assured him airily.
Rupert stood with his back to the fireplace as if there really were a flame or two within its black emptiness. "I've some papers that LeFleur wants to see. Then there're our boxes at the freight station to arrange transportation for, and we'll have to see about getting a newspaper and " "Make a list," murmured his brother.
You returned them today but there was nothing in them of any value to this case. "However, if you can find such proof, that Richard Ralestone was the elder and thus the legal heir under the laws of Spain, then we shall have a solid fact upon which to base our fight." "There is such a proof," began Ricky slowly. "What? Where?" demanded Mr. LeFleur.
"It goes," cried Jean fiercely, "wher' he ain't like to touch it, 'less Hell gits him. Father Lefleur, at the mission, says as gold's Hell's pavin', an' mebbe this'll git back wher' it come." And with vengeful force he threw back the lid of the chest. Davia's eyes expressed more than any words could have told.
But the car which came from between the live-oaks to park behind the first contained only two passengers. LeFleur and Creighton got out, stopped in surprise to view the party on the terrace, and then came up, shoving by Red. "Quite a party," Val observed. "But how did you manage to arrive so opportunely?" "We have made a discovery," panted the Creole lawyer; "a very important discovery.
"Well, I suppose we are in a hole." He managed to mend his tone a fraction. "Rupert will probably be in to see you tomorrow, Mr. LeFleur." "It would be well for him to become acquainted with the whole matter as quickly as possible," agreed the unhappy Creole. "You may tell Mr. Ralestone that I am, of course, having this claimant thoroughly investigated. We shall have to wait and see.
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