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"Or perhaps Mrs. Larrabbee would make room for them?" "I've considered that, of course," replied Hodder, thoughtfully, though he was a little surprised that McCrae should have mentioned it. "You think their reasons are social, then, that they feel the gap. I feel it myself most strongly. And yet none of these men are Socialists. If they were, they wouldn't come here to the parish house."
"We'll get the men responsible for it one of these days." "You made a beginning with young McCrae," Casey reminded him. "I don't know what you mean." "Don't you know that Glass tried to arrest him?" "What?" cried Farwell. His surprise was too genuine to be feigned. Thereupon Casey told him what had occurred in the last few hours both at Talapus and Chakchak.
"Just valley. It's partly open and part heavy timber. There was a pack trail cut through once, but it's mostly grown up." "Nobody lives down there?" "Not a soul. Now and then somebody traps in winter." "Um." The sheriff was thoughtful for some moments. "Does McHale know the country hereabouts?" "Fairly well. Better than I do. And McCrae knows it better than he does." "Um."
I understand perfectly, McCrae, that the promulgation alone of the liberal orthodoxy of which I have spoken will bring me into conflict with the majority of the vestry and the congregation, and that the bishop will be appealed to. They will say, in effect, that I have cheated them, that they hired one man and that another has turned up, whom they never would have hired.
And he was struck suddenly by the significance of the fact, often remarked, that McCrae in his brief and common-sense and by no means enlivening sermons had never once referred in any way to doctrine or dogma!
They burst into a house and carried off two ladies, both of them British in sympathy Mrs. McNeil, a cousin of one of Burgoyne's chief officers, General Fraser, and Miss Jeannie McCrae, whose betrothed, a Mr. Jones, and whose brother were serving with Burgoyne. In a short time Mrs. McNeil was handed over unhurt to Burgoyne's advancing army. Miss McCrae was never again seen alive by her friends.
Little Tomkinson, the second assistant, had resigned; and McCrae, who worked harder than ever before, was already marked, Hodder knew, for dismissal if he himself were defeated. And then there was the ever present question of money. It remained to be seen whether a system of voluntary offerings were practicable.
"There's one man, though," said Farwell, "whom I'd like to see get a fair price. That's McCrae, who owns Talapus Ranch. It's the biggest and best in the country." "Will he sell now?" "He might." "What has he got, and what does he want for it?" Farwell told him. "What is it worth, Sleeman?" And at his agent's appraisal, Carrol looked shocked and grieved. "Why, good Lord!
Now as to your brother, Miss McCrae: Glass and Pugh are starting out to find him as soon as they get an outfit. Likely they've got started now." "But they don't know where he is. That Glass I should think he'd get lost if he left a trail." "Pugh is different. They may get another man or two." "I hope they don't find him," said Sheila gravely. "So do I," Wade concurred.
He had sometimes wondered, when he had been compelled to speak about his visits to the financier, how McCrae regarded them. He was sure that McCrae did regard them. "Mr. Parr is willing to be even more generous than he has been," Hodder said. "The point is, whether it's wise to enlarge our scope on the present plan. What do you think?" "Ye can reach more," McCrae spoke without enthusiasm.
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