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Floyd placed his thin hand upon her, and Fledra remained silent, until she was summoned to the drawing-room. "Who wanted me?" Horace asked the question of the mystified servant. "I didn't catch the name, Sir. I didn't understand it. He's a dreadful-looking man." Horace rose, put down his cigar, and walked into the hall. Lon Cronk was waiting with a shabby cap in his hand.
But, with new courage in her eyes, she advanced a step, and, raising a set face, replied: "Ye can't have us, Pappy Lon you can't! I'll take care of Flukey, and Mr. Shellington'll take care of me." Horace set his teeth firmly as he closed the door, upon Cronk.
She remembered how carefully Ann had instructed her never to mention Lon Cronk or any of the episodes in their early days at Ithaca; but Flukey had never been thus warned. "Mildred, dear," Ann said anxiously, "Floyd and Fledra were unfortunate in losing their mother, and more unfortunate in having a father who doesn't care for them as your father does for you."
The first thing was Lon Price's corner lot, for which a hundred chances had been sold. Lon had a blueprint showing the very lot; also a picture of a choice dwelling or bungalow, like the one he has painted on the drop curtain of Knapp's Opera House, under the line, "Price's Addition to Red Gap; Big Lots, Little Payments."
"May I read it?" asked the lawyer indifferently. Then, as Lon nodded, he slipped the letter deftly from the finger-marked envelop and read the contents with a smile. "It's strong enough," he said, replacing it. "I, too, think she'll succumb to that. If you'll leave this letter with me, I'll see that she gets it." Everett put the envelop in a drawer and implied that the interview was at an end.
To tell Flukey would only make him very ill again. Lon was advancing toward her as these thoughts raced through her mind. She drew back when he thrust out one of his horny hands. "I ain't a goin' to hit ye, Flea; but I'm goin' to make ye know that I ain't goin' to have no foolin', and that ye belong to me, and so does Flukey, and that, when I come for ye, ye're to have yer duds ready."
They are to be seen in great numbers off the Cape, as well as in the higher southern latitudes. At noon, Lat. 22°. 34'. S. Lon. 38°. 27'. W. Cape Frio, S. 82°. W. 200 miles.
But you've got to remember that we've had more experience at the game than Lon," Bob reminded him. "It seems to me that we'd do better all to work on one big, crackerjack set than each to make a separate long distance set," said Herb. "In the first place, it's more fun working together. And then we could put our money together and get better equipment than we could the other way.
"The missing son, brought up by others, might have turned out badly," Prescott suggested. "Pooh!" quickly rejoined Lon Hibbert. "That missing son, no matter how wild or bad he may be, is still young enough to reform. I pray that it may be my good fortune to run across that son, one of these days, and that I may be the first to recognize the boy." "Prescott," broke in Mr.
Evidently the good Senator and his wife had a decided interest in the welfare of the expedition. After breakfast the Senator's wife came out to the bunk-house with a mysterious parcel which she gave to Bartley. He sniffed at it. "Cold chicken sandwiches!" he said, smiling broadly. "And some doughnuts. It will save you boys fussing with a lunch." Long Lon Pelly was also up and ready to start.
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