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"You know what I wish to say, Dexie, though you do not care to acknowledge it," he said, in a low tone. "Believe me, Dexie, I have not been playing at love-making all this time. I never was more in earnest in anything than I am in this. Tell me, what is it that you have against me?" "Mr. McNeil, I thought this matter was settled. You received the message I sent you. Why bring up the subject again?
"Come with me, and," as he dragged McNeil to the door and paused there, "if you dare lisp a word of what you've overheard, I'll fire you like a shot!" When they had left the room Maud said with a puzzled air: "I can't understand your power over Goldstein, Mr. Jones. He is a dictator almost a tyrant and in this place his word is law. At least, it was until you came, and and "
After a few minutes' silence she asked, a smile twitching the corners of her mouth: "I suppose there is not a piece of paper anywhere about," and she looked into her pocket and beneath the seat in a vain search; and there was a gleam of mischief in her eyes as she added: "I suppose you could not accommodate me with a piece of paper, could you, Mr. McNeil? Oh, thanks. And a pencil? Much obliged.
Ross's sense of direction was fairly acute, but he could not have gone so unerringly to what he sought as Ashe did. Only he did not lead them to the room with the glowing plate, and Ross stifled a protest as they came instead to a small record room. On a table were three spools of tape which Ashe caught up avidly, thrusting two in the front of his baggy tunic, passing the third to McNeil.
Ross's hands shook slightly as he fed the blaze. It was only too clear why anyone would make a signal on this shore. McNeil or perhaps both he and Ashe had survived the breakup of the raft, after all. They had reached this point abandoned no earlier than this morning, judging by the life remaining in the coals and put up the signal.
Yet not from all, either, for Hugh McNeil watched him with frowning brows, and he scowled darkly as he observed Dexie and the lieutenant in close conversation in a corner by themselves. When Hugh met the lieutenant in the hall on his way out, he did not hesitate to put the question that had been troubling him all day: "You seem to have met Miss Sherwood before, Lieutenant Wilbur. May I ask where?"
Wynkoop it is all so strange, so bewildering; my nerves are so shattered! But it has taught me a great, great lesson. How could I have ever been so blind? I thought Mr. Moffat and Mr. McNeil were such heroes, and yet now in this hour of desperate peril it was you who flew gallantly to my rescue! It is you who are the true Western knight!" And Mr.
As I concluded, he stretched out a long, tremulous arm, and turned the gig-lamp in such a way as to throw a flood of light upon my face. "Good Heavens, McNeil!" he cried, in the same quivering voice as before, "the fellow's as brown as chocolate. He's not an Englishman. You're not an Englishman you, sir?"
Of course, I quite understand that until her temper cools off she will be immovable; those determined natures always are. I have brought up one hot-headed person, and I think I know the weak spot; and Hugh McNeil was never quite unmanageable. Do not fret about Dexie, I feel sure she will fulfil her part to-night, and do us all credit." "Thanks, Mrs. Gurney.
"I wonder what this means?" was Dexie's inward comment when she found herself alone with Hugh. "There is some method in this madness, for I see it in his eyes." She did not offer to begin the conversation until she saw Hugh hoist the sail and turn towards Point Pleasant. "Where are you going, Mr. McNeil? I thought we were going up the Basin."
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