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Emett forged ahead; we heard him smashing the deadwood; and soon a yell proclaimed the truth of Jones' assertion. First I saw the men looking upward; then Moze climbing the cedar, and the other hounds with noses skyward; and last, in the dead top of the tree, a dark blot against the blue, a big tawny lion. "Whoop!" The yell leaped past my lips.
Moze had apparently no connections. Madame Piriac, daughter of Mr. Moze's first wife by that lady's first husband, had telegraphed sympathies from Paris. A cousin or so had come in person from Woodbridge for the day. It was from the demeanour of these cousins, grave men twice her age or more, that Audrey had first divined her new importance in the world.
Don flew at the lion's neck and Moze buried his teeth in a flank. Then the three rolled on the rock dangerously near the verge. Bellowing, Jones grasped the lasso and pulled. Still holding my revolver, I leaped to his assistance, and together we pulled and jerked. Don got away from the lion with remarkable quickness.
Like a yellow rubber ball she bounded up, and fled with the yelping hounds at her heels. The chase was short. At the end of a hundred yards Moze caught up with her and nipped her. She whirled with savage suddenness, and lunged at Moze, but he cunningly eluded the vicious paws. Then she sought safety in another pine. Frank, who was as quick as the hounds, almost rode them down in his eagerness.
Foulger, suddenly ashamed, and determined to be a lawyer, said sharply: "Has Mrs. Moze made a will?" "Mother made a will? Oh no!" "Then she should make one at once, in your favour, of course. No time should be lost." "But Mrs. Moze is ill in bed," protested Miss Ingate. "All the more reason why she should make a will. It may save endless trouble. And it is her duty.
And this was another chase, only more stirring, more beautiful, because it was the nature of the thing to grow always with experience. Don slipped out of sight among the pines. The others strung along the trail, glinted across the sunlit patches. The black pup was neck and neck with Ranger. Sounder ran at their heels, leading the other pups. Moze dashed on doggedly ahead of Jude.
Moze were dangerously intimate; but she was too self-conscious to remain in the presence of her fellow-creatures; and in spite of her faith in Miss Ingate she thought of the spinster as of a vase filled now with a fatal liquor which by any accident might spill and spread ruin so that she could scarcely bear to look upon Miss Ingate.
Moze had left Miss Ingate in the study and Audrey had cautiously rejoined her there. "Another woman in the house!" repeated Miss Ingate, sitting down in happy expectation. "What on earth do you mean? Who on earth do you mean?" "I mean me." "You aren't a woman, Audrey." "I'm just as much of a woman as you are. All father's behaviour proves it." "But your father treats you as a child."
"Oh! My trunk!" cried Miss Ingate. Beneath a pile of other trunks on an incoming truck she had espied her property. Audrey saw it, too. The vision was magical. The trunk seemed like a piece of home, a bit of Moze and of England. It drew affection from them as though it had been an animal. They sped towards it, forgetting their small baggage.
Her lips seemed to aim uncertainly for his face. Did they just touch, with exquisite contact, his bristly chin, or was it a divine illusion? ... She blushed in a very marked manner. He blinked, and his happy blinking seemed to say: "Only wills drawn by me are genuine.... Didn't I tell you Mr. Moze was not a man of business?" Audrey ran to Miss Ingate. Mr.
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