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Cynthia had made a little garden behind Ephraim's house, and she spent the summer there with her flowers and her books, many of which Lem had fetched from Coniston. Ephraim loved to sit there of an evening and smoke his pipe and chat with Ezra Graves and the neighbors who dropped in. Among these were Mr.
A weaker man would have paused in dismay at the hopelessness of the task he had undertaken, but Lem Trowbridge was neither weak nor capable of feeling dismay, or of acknowledging hopelessness. Time enough for all that after he should have failed. In the meantime it was up to him to follow Moran.
He seemed to put a dramatic climax to a varied entertainment, and appeared unconscious of everything except the package Bart held in his hand. His eyes were fixed upon this steadfastly they seemed to burn right into it. Lem Wacker had also arisen to his feet. Bart noticed him intently studying Baker, sidling up to him and sinking to the bench directly next to him.
As the stern of the little boat swung round, Scraggy read, stamped in black letters upon it: HAROLD BRIMBECOMB, TARRYTOWN-ON-THE-HUDSON, NEW YORK. The yacht shot away up the river, and was lost to the dull eyes that continued peering for a last glimpse of the phantom-like boat that had snatched her dying treasure from her. Then, at last, the stricken woman turned, alone, to meet Lem Crabbe.
I promised him." Bob's answer was to walk into the entry, where he stood waving the most joyous of greetings at the surprised stage driver. "I guess you won't get anybody here, Lem," he called out. "But, Bob," protested Cynthia, from within, afraid to show her face just then, "I have to go, I promised. And and I want to go," she added when he turned.
It is a shame the bar was ever opened at the Lake View Inn. And something ought to be done about it!" Walky had pulled in his team for her to jump down before Hopewell Drugg's store. "Jefers-pelters!" murmured the driver, scratching his head. "If that gal detarmines to put Lem Parraday out o' the licker business, mebbe mebbe I'd better go down an' buy me another drink 'fore she does it.
"No, they haven't said just that, Gordon; but they're hinting, and I don't like it." "Well, if you hear it direct, send the man on to me with it," said Wade, his lips compressing ominously. "I'm about through, Lem, not quite, but pretty nearly. I've told Moran to have Jensen trail those sheep, and if he doesn't...."
His face was pale, clammy, yet heated, especially round the swollen bruises; his eyes stood out, bold, dark, rolling and glaring, full of sullen fire. But more than anything else his mouth betrayed the weakling, the born gambler, the self-centered, spoiled, intolerant youth. It was here his bad blood showed. "Wal, I ain't lendin' money," replied Lem, as he assorted his winnings.
Not far from the fence they took up their station in an unused toolhouse, smoking the next hours away in silence. When ten o'clock neared, Lem stole out; but he came back almost immediately, cursing the wild night in superstitious fear. "The wind's full of shriekin' devils, Lon," he said, "and 'tain't time for us to go out. Be ye afeard to try it, old man?"
But, Lem, I'm not going to give you a ride for nothing," said Jack. The man drew back suspiciously. He had expected something like this, his manner seemed to say. "I ain't got any money," he whined. "No, it's not money," went on Jack. "I only want you to help me look for something." "Look for Suthin'?" "Yes; along the road." "What's the matter? Lose part of your autymobil?"
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