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Next day he interviewed his two subordinates, Manders and Reilly, reckless youngsters who were as elated as if it were a deer-hunt. Two nights later they met outside the town, all three armed, and one of them carrying a sack stuffed with the powder which was used in the quarries. It was two in the morning before they came to the lonely house.
Manders had taken trouble about the luncheon; he was a good fellow and had tried to soften the blow; throughout the time that they had worked together he had been patient and very human; he was trying to part now on a pleasant note. "Anything you like to send me . . ." It would certainly be read; for a time he would read it himself the next three failures, say.
Without make-up they were white and featureless in the glare of the foot-lights; they were jaded and a little impatient, too, but Manders, who seemed to make his personality unyielding and metallic on entering a theatre, galvanized them into alertness.
Eh! but it's a fearful queer country is yon! Gert nabs o' rock on all sides wheer nobbut goats can clim, an' becks flowin' undergrund an' then bubblin' up i' t' crofts an' meadows. On t' other side frae our steading were a cove that fowks called Janet's Cove. They telled all maks an' manders o' tales about t' cove an' reckoned it were plagued wi' boggards.
It was a gay party in the boat as they rowed down the river; it was a gay party at the house when they reached it, and they would have all taken supper together had the Manders been prepared for such hospitality; but they were poor, having taken the place upon a short lease and having had but few returns so far.
Now there was no more talk about Barbadoes, or what had happened to old friends, and the sewing dropped on the deck. Those poor Manders were chilled to the soul. Were they again to be taken by pirates? "Captain," cried Mander, "what can we do, can we run away from them?" "We could not run away from their guns," growled the captain, "and there is nothing to do.
You're a quick worker. You know, boy, that would have been a better play if you'd given more time to it." Manders slipped three oysters into his mouth in rapid succession, and Eric smiled with indulgent patience. One hard-dying school of critics always made quick work a synonym for hasty work. "I managed to crowd about three years into the three months."
She bore the number 1 upon her satin side, and dropping my eyes to my program I read: 1. Très Jolie b. m. by Hamilton dam Alberta. John C. Dillon, Lexington, Kentucky. "What sort of jockey is Manders?" I asked Blister. "Good heady boy," was the reply. "Virginia, oh, Virginia, isn't she a lamb?" gasped Mrs. Dillon. "She's a stuck-up miss," said Miss Goodloe in an even tone, and I almost hated her.
At last I wondered what the papers had to say about me who was playing in my place, who'd won the toss and all the rest of it. So I had the nerve to send out for one, and what should I see? 'No play at Lord's' and sudden illness of my poor old father! You know the rest, Manders, because in less than twenty minutes after that we met."
She looked at him with the glint of defiance which he had seen once before; then she turned to Manders. "Please, I want to come to the rehearsal," she begged. "It's your theatre, Mr. Manders." "It's my play," Eric interrupted. She turned her head long enough to say: "I was asking Mr. Manders." "But it happens that I also " Manders intervened with a clucking noise of the tongue.
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