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"Do you think I want morality?" he asked. I thought he wanted help, and I should give it him, willy-nilly; and no sooner was Mrs. Henry gone to her room than I presented myself at her door and sought admittance. She openly showed her wonder. "What do you want with me, Mr. Mackellar?" said she.
God forgive you, if He can find it in His heart; for I cannot find it in mine." "I wonder to find you so simple, Mr. Mackellar," said Mrs. Henry. "What does this man value reputation? But he knows how high we prize it; he knows we would rather die than make these letters public; and do you suppose he would not trade upon the knowledge? What you call your sword, Mr.
"Well, you're an enterprising cuss!" laughed the reporter. "Haven't you got enough on your hands, with all the men you're going to get out of the mine?" Billy Keating went out again, saying that he knew a man who might be willing to talk to him on the quiet, and give him some idea what was going to happen to Hal. Meantime Hal and Edstrom sat down to dinner with MacKellar.
Five pages of Mr. Mackellar's MS. are here omitted. I have gathered from their perusal an impression that Mr. Mackellar, in his old age, was rather an exacting servant. . . . But our fear at the time was lest he should turn out, in the person of his son, a second edition of his brother.
Keating?" he exclaimed. "It's impossible for me to sit still while those men die?" "I don't know about your sitting still," said the other. "All I know is that all your moving about isn't going to do them any good." Hal turned to Edstrom and MacKellar. "Gentlemen," he said, "listen to me for a minute."
"There's been trouble on the railroad a freight-car broke down and ripped up the track; it'll be some time before it's clear." They discussed this new problem back and forth. MacKellar wanted to get in half a dozen friends and keep guard over Hal during the night; and Hal had about agreed to this idea, when the discussion was given a new turn by a chance remark of Keating's.
"It's doubtful if we'll get the next lot, since Señor Martin understands the fighting has begun." "The lot you have shipped will be something to score against the account; it's prime coffee and ought to sell well. I'd like you to get the rubber, but Alvarez can't wait long for the goods Mackellar has ready for the boat. Another voyage and you can pull out for the old country.
Fortunately there was no moon; Hal could not see the man's face, and hoped the man could not see his. Meantime Keating was proceeding with his discourse. "You understand, Mr. MacKellar," he was saying, "sometimes it's difficult to find out the truth in a situation like this.
"I will be at your service, my lord, in half a minute," said Sir William, rising. "Mr. Mackellar, two words with you;" and he led me without the camp, the frost crunching in our steps, the trees standing at our elbow, hoar with frost, even as on that night in the Long Shrubbery. "Of course, this is midsummer madness," said Sir William, as soon as we were gotten out of bearing.
Wait here with your baggage, and I will go forward and prepare your family. Your father is an old man; and . . . " I stumbled . . . "there are decencies to be observed." "Truly," said he, "this Mackellar improves upon acquaintance. But look you here, my man, and understand it once for all you waste your breath upon me, and I go my own way with inevitable motion." "Ah!" says I. "Is that so?
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