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Nevertheless, the whole white tribe will suffer through your dishonesty. These Indians have a right to protect their rights, but in so doing, they may do depredations in the wrong place." Mr. Macauley tried several times to pacify Mr. Lambert; to tell him that he had misinterpreted his proposition. He wanted to explain himself further and more fully, but Mr.
No lawn mower can tackle a tangle like this." Macauley groaned. "Why begin to be neighbourly at such a pace? Cutting this grass is going to be no easy task." But Chester and Burns had already started across the street, and Macauley was obliged to follow.
"I lost control." Chester was staring at him. It was not in the nature of reason to suppose that Red Pepper had lost control of that car unless something else had happened first. The steering gear of the Imp was certainly in perfect condition; Macauley had said so. He wondered if Red meant that he had lost his temper. But what could make him lose his temper on Red Bank hill?
Something did. It was a telegram, telephoned to the office by a sender who rejoiced that having one's left arm in a sling did not obstruct one's capacity to send pregnant messages by wire. He had obtained the address from Martha Macauley, also over the telephone: "Mrs. E. F. Lessing, Washington, D. C. Am leaving Washington to-night.
For it was impossible not to perceive that he was not joking as he prevented Macauley from reaching his wife. "Great snakes! he's in earnest!" howled Macauley, stopping short. "He won't let me kiss his wife, when I'm the husband of her sister. Go 'way, man, and cool that red head of yours. Anybody'd think I was going to elope with her!"
His big; warm fingers closed hard over the thin; cold ones which met them. Then the two men, without more words, went away down the hill. From this hour Arthur Chester afterward dated the beginning of the end of the fight. "Red," observed James Macauley, junior, "this place of yours looks like a drunkard's home." He glanced around him as he spoke.
"I don't recall," said he, wearily, "that I have sat down once during the entire evening." "How ridiculous!" cried Martha Macauley, bristling. "If you didn't, it was your own fault. I took away hardly any chairs, and I arranged several splendid corners just on purpose for those who wished to sit."
"Who do you think is here?" she said. "Gomez?" ventured Meredith. "Helen Sherwood!" she cried. "Go and present Mr. Harkless before Brainard Macauley takes her away to some corner."
Macauley. "Well, was he tractable, then?" "He was very polite and kind and jolly until the real business of shopping began. Then he became suspicious and a trifle autocratic." She recalled his look as he told her that he would trust her, but that he meant to keep an eye upon her. "Didn't you get your own way about anything?" demanded her sister, with eager curiosity. Ellen looked at her.
She went downstairs again, finding it too early for her own bedtime, weary though she was. Martha Macauley presently sent over a maid who was commissioned to send Charlotte across for an evening with the family, the maid herself to remain with Madam Chase. "If you have the courage to come out in the storm," the note read.
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