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During the half-hour between tea and evening preparation Jack Vance and Mugford lingered about in the dark and deserted quadrangle, anxiously awaiting their comrade's return. Once only was the silence broken, by Maxton chasing young "Rats" from the gymnasium into the big school, shouting, "I'll lick you, you little villain!" but with this exception, our two friends had the place to themselves.
"You see, Petrie," he began again, rapidly, "I did not entirely trust the agent. I've leased the house in the name of Professor Maxton...." "But, Smith," I cried, "what possible reason can there be for disguise?" "There's every reason," he snapped. "Why should you interest yourself in The Gables?" "Does no explanation occur to you?" "None whatever; to me the whole thing smacks of stark lunacy."
Ned happened to be seated beside Maxton, and held a good deal of conversation with him. "Forgive me, if I appear inquisitive," said the former, helping himself to a handful of broken biscuit, "but I cannot help expressing a hope that our routes may lie in the same direction are you travelling towards Sacramento city or the mines?"
Maxton and I determined to let the rascally fellow go as far as he could, and then step in and turn the laugh against him, as we have done." "But explain yourself. I do not yet understand," repeated Ned, with a puzzled look.
There's something wrong with the steering-gear, and it makes a beastly grinding noise as it goes along, so Maxton christened it the 'coffee-mill. Fellows are always chaffing old Jobling about it, when they go into his shop to buy bits of leather, and asking him how much he'll take for his coffee-mill, and the old chap gets into an awful wax." "Oh, I don't care!" answered Jack.
Maxton and Tarvrille appeared: "Hullo, Stratton!" said Tarvrille, with a fine flavor of an agreeable chance meeting. Philip had doubts about his greeting me, and then extended his reluctant hand with a nervous grin to excuse the delay. "I want to see Lady Mary," said I, stiffly. "She's not up yet," said Tarvrille, with a hand on my shoulder. "Come and have a talk in the garden."
"I shouldn't be at all surprised if Maxton and those other fellows in No. 14 come over and try to rag us; let's lie awake a bit and listen." For half an hour all was quiet and still, and the watchers in No. 14 were turning over and preparing to go to sleep, when "Rats" started up, exclaiming in a whisper, "They're coming! I heard some one in the passage. There 'tis again!
Very early five or six. No one is up until ever so late." "I'd stay up all night." "Serve!" said Maxton, who was playing the two of us and had stopped I think to tighten a shoe. Things conspired against any more intimacy for a time. But we got our moment on the way to tea. She glanced back at Philip, who was loosening the net, and then forward to estimate the distance of Maxton and Guy.
For what seems now a long space of time I had not seen her or any of the family except Philip; it was certainly a year or more, probably two; Maxton was at a crammer's and I think the others must have been in Canada with Lord Ladislaw. Then came some sort of estrangement between him and his wife, and she returned with Mary and Guy to Burnmore and stayed there all through the summer.
It cannot be denied that appearances went very much against Ah-wow so much so, that Maxton, and even Captain Bunting, entertained suspicions as to his innocence, though they pleaded hard for his pardon.
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