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His knees had shaken under him with a new, inexplicable fear. But James Stonehouse had taken no notice. He had gone on spreading and warming himself before the fire. He had looked handsome and extraordinarily, almost aggressively, prosperous. "I shall write a sharp note to Melton's. Damned impertinence. An old customer like myself. Get the fellow down into the kitchen.
There were tears in the eyes of all as they listened to the marvelous story of his escape, and a sterner realization came to them of the unknown and unseen dangers that encompassed them. Further sleep was out of the question, and yet they could not well leave the island until Melton's clothes were partially dry. "Suppose we try some fishing," suggested Guy.
Until the day of their death they could never forget how the old war horse, with everything to lose and nothing to gain, had come to their assistance simply because they were Americans and in dire need of help. And on Melton's part the feeling was equally warm. He had taken an instantaneous liking to these young countrymen of his who had played their part so gallantly.
And, any how, I am in no humor for playing at draughts." "Well, I should like to go there this evening. I want to see Ma about something." "You can easily go to-morrow, Cara, and stay as long as you choose." "But I should like to go to night, dear." "Don't think of it, Cara." "Then suppose we call in and sit an hour with the Melton's?" "Not to-night, Cara.
She added, "Perhaps Lydia will find, when she comes to ordering her own life, that she will miss her old mother's forethought and care." Lydia flung herself remorsefully on her mother's neck. "I'm so sorry, Mother dear," she almost sobbed. Dr. Melton's professional eye took in the fact that everyone in the room was high-strung and tense.
"I'm afraid they're gettin' away with a good many of our beeves." Mr. Melton's brows met in a puzzled frown. "What makes you think so?" he asked. "A heap of things," was the reply. "In the first place, the boys have found a lot of motherless calves galloping around and bleating for their mas. Of course, we always look for a few of those, but lately the number's been beyond all reason.
Melton politely, at a loss to understand the interruption. "I didn't at first know what you meant," Amelius explained. "You put it, if you will forgive me for saying so, in rather a roundabout way. If you are alluding, all this time, to Mrs. Farnaby's death, I must honestly tell you that I know of it already." The bland self-possession of Mr. Melton's face began to show signs of being ruffled.
"He said ye c'd make ut in two days?" he inquired. "Yes. The tote-road is well broken, and forty miles traveling light with that rangy team is not such an awful pull." "An' he towld ye phwere to camp. It'll be Melton's awld No. 8, where ye camped comin' in?" "Yes." Fallon nodded thoughtfully, and Bill wondered what was passing in his mind.
"We are saved," cried Forbes with sudden inspiration. "There lies meat in plenty." Melton's words caused a speedy revulsion of feeling. The colonel shouted for very joy, and Canaris sprang toward the dead lion with drawn knife. "Cut off as much of the meat as you can," said Guy. "Here, give me my saber. Let me help."
In anxious family councils many futile plans were suggested, but they were all brushed decisively away by the unexpected arrival from Oregon of the younger son of the family. One day in May, a throbbingly sunshiny day, full of a fierce hot vigor of vitality, Lydia was with her mother in the Melton's darkened parlor.
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