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Do you know why I went to Italy?" "No; no more than I know why you went with Signor Ferruci," replied Lucian, recalling Link's communication. "Ah!" said Jorce placidly, "you have been making inquiries, I see. But you are wrong in one particular. I did not go to Italy with Ferruci I left him in Paris, and I went on myself to Florence to find out the true character of the man."
Surprise that Lawler had escaped his blow seemed to retard Link's movements quite as much as the force of his fall. For he floundered on the floor, unable to get his feet under him; while the bitter wind, howling in through the open door, hurled a blinding avalanche of white clear to the fireplace.
But she had done so with a view to the saving of Link's feelings, not with the faintest idea that her love-bemused slave could venture to oppose her. She knew his fondness for the dog and she had not wished to bring matters to an issue, if tact would serve as well.
"Probably, although I paid Snogger a good salary. I don't know what game Merwell played to get the fellow, but he got him." "It's exactly like some of Link's underhanded work at Oak Hall," was Roger's comment. "Father and son must be very much alike." "While you are here I would advise you to steer clear of the Merwells," was Mr. Endicott's advice.
Link's been crabbin' for thirty years in these waters. Water was smooth. Not a ripple, even out on the bay. Even if he fell over, he could almost walk ashore. Tide was out and he was settin' lines in about six feet, and he's better than two yards high. Shore wasn't more than twenty yards away." "Maybe he hit his head when he fell," Scotty suggested.
The dog, at first sound of Link's approaching steps, bounded from his vigil place on the porch and frisked joyously through the darkness to meet him. He sent forth a trumpeting bark of welcome as he ran. Then fifty feet from the oncoming man the big collie halted and stood for an instant with ears cocked and eyes troubled.
He therefore dismissed all ideas of asking Link to intervene, and resolved to risk a personal interview with the tenant of the Jersey Street house. It would be time enough to invite Link's assistance, he thought, when Mrs. Bensusan as yet an unknown quantity in the case proved obstinate in replying to his questions. Mrs. Bensusan proved to be quite as stout as Miss Greeb had reported.
But I'll keep my eyes open for him and I'll tell Phil and Roger to watch out, too," added Dave, soberly. Sid Todd was anxious to know more of Link's doings at Oak Hall, and Dave told how Link had tried to get Gus Plum and himself into trouble. He did not mention the trouble Laura and Jessie had had, for he did not wish to drag the names of the girls into the affair.
These checks hitherto had been the brightest spots in Link's routine. Not only did the money for his hard-raised farm products mean a replenishing of the always scant larder and an easing of the chronic fiscal strain between himself and the Hampton general store's proprietor, but sometimes enough spare cash was left over to allow Ferris to get very satisfactorily drunk.
If he so much as brushed a flying tire against one of the millions of spikes clutching out, striking out from the cactus, there would be a shock, a splitting wave of air an end. Madeline thought she saw that Link's bulging cheek and jaw were gray, that his tight-shut lips were white, that the smile was gone. Then he really was human not a demon. She felt a strange sense of brotherhood.
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