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She swung her hair free and turned her chair a little. "You must tell me what he said about him, in the morning. Heigh-ho, I'm so sleepy." Martin got up and went to see if the windows were all open. "They'll call us at eight," he said, "unless you'd like it to be later." Joan went to the door and opened it and held out her hand. "Eight's good," she said. "Good night, Marty."
What does this mean?" And Marty Briggs emerged from the office. "Hello, Marty!" cried Joe. Marty stood dumfounded; then he came with a rush. "Joe! You son-of-a-gun! Beg pardon, Miss! I ain't seen him for a lifetime!" "And how goes it, Marty? How goes it, Marty?" "Tip-top; busy as beavers. But, say," he leaned over and whispered, "I've found a secret." "What is it, Marty?"
He walked about the woods that surrounded Melbury's house, keeping out of sight like a criminal. It was a fine evening, and on his way homeward he passed near Marty South's cottage. As usual she had lighted her candle without closing her shutters; he saw her within as he had seen her many times before.
"He started right back for the woods with a two-gallon demi-john." "And I thought they had no money up there," Janice reflected. "Can it be that Lem Parraday or his barkeeper would trust them for drink?" Marty was nursing a lump on his jaw and a cut lip.
She came down into the kitchen, pale-faced and with eyes that blazed with indignation. She had not removed her hat. "Come, Uncle Jason," she said, brokenly. "I want you to go downtown with me. If Nelson is in trouble we must help him." "Drat that boy!" growled Uncle Jason, scowling at Marty. "He's a reg'lar big mouth! He has to tell ev'rything he knows all over the shop."
He would make any settlement that he, Father Marty, might think right either upon the mother or upon the daughter. But Countess of Scroope the daughter of that Captain O'Hara should not become through his means. Then he endeavoured to explain the obligation laid upon him by his uncle, and the excuse which he thought he could plead in not having been informed of Captain O'Hara's existence.
If I had a gun I'd end the misery of one, straight off. And maybe Marty has. I'll look and see." Returning to the road he was greeted by a prolonged stare from the dazed ranchman, who had, indeed, been able to drag his body to a sitting posture, but vainly sought to understand what had happened. Ephraim spoke to him, asking in a matter-of-fact tone: "Got a revolver with you, lad?" "Eh?
But first, seeing 'tis you, Martin, as played 'bonnet' to me and saved my life aboard ship, though all unknowing, here's my offer: show me how to come by Bartlemy's Treasure as is mine mine by rights, let me get my hands on to it and none the wiser, and there shall be share for you, Marty lad, share for you.
"Consarn Walky Dexter, anyway! I guess, as Marty says, what he puts in his mouth talks as well as sings for him. "I snum!" added the farmer, shaking his head. "I dunno which is the biggest nuisance, an ill-natered gossip or a good-natered one. Walky claims ter feel friendly to Mr. Haley, and then comes here with all the unfriendly gossip he kin fetch. Huh!
Joan, my dear, give this your consideration next year. If your good husband is anything like his father, whom we knew very slightly and admired, he is a lover of the country and should be considered." "Yes, Grandmamma," said Joan, wondering if Marty had come back and found her note on his dressing-table.
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