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He thinks perhaps he ought to leave Ashley that he loves so much and go down to live where this horrid cousin lives. . . ." Her husband's astonishment at this was as great as she could have desired. None of Neale's usual, unsurprised acceptance of everything that happened as being in the nature of things, which occasionally so rubbed her the wrong way, and seemed to her so wilfully phlegmatic.
"Save your own life!" yelled Neale, fiercely. It enraged him to see the cowboy holding back to let him come up. But he could not prevent it. "He's hit!" shouted Larry. "Yes, but not badly," shouted Neale, in reply. "Spread out!" The cowboy never swerved a foot. He watched Neale's horse with keen, sure eyes. "He's breakin'! Mebbe he can't last!" Bullets whistled all around Neale now.
It changed him, also, toward Neale, inasmuch as that he saw his wildness, was making small Neale's chances of returning to work. Larry never ceased importuning Neale to go back to his job. After shooting Smith the cowboy made one more eloquent appeal to Neale and then left for Cheyenne. Neale followed him.
This tribe had gone on the war-path and had begun to harass the engineers. Neale's tragic fate was forgotten in the apprehension of what might happen when the Sioux discovered the significance of that surveying expedition. "The Sioux could make the building of the U. P. impossible," said Henney, always nervous and pessimistic. "No Indians nothing can stop us!" declared his chief.
Moore about Sir Paul Neale's' business with my uncle and other things all the morning. Dined with him at Mr. But above all it was strange to see so little a boy as that was to act Cupid, which is one of the greatest parts in it. Then home and to bed. Woodcocke preached at our church a very good sermon upon the imaginacions of the thoughts of man's heart being only evil.
Nothin' ain't no good? ... Life's over, fer all thet's sweet an' right? Is thet your stand?" "Yes, it must be, Reddy," said Neale, with scorn of himself. "But you it needn't apply to you." "I reckon I'm sorry," rejoined Larry, ignoring Neale's last words. "I always hoped you'd get over Allie's loss.... You had so much to live fer."
So we parted, and I with Lord Bruncker to Sir P. Neale's chamber, and there sat and talked awhile, Sir Edward Walker being there, and telling us how he hath lost many fine rowles of antiquity in heraldry by the late fire, but hath saved the most of his papers. Here was also Dr. Wallis, the famous scholar and mathematician; but he promises little.
But this settlement of Neale's present affairs was really a very great occasion. Mr. Sorber and Mr. Con Murphy shook hands on the agreement. Mrs. MacCall wiped her eyes, declaring that "such goings-on wrung the tears out o' her jest like water out of a dishclout!" What Aunt Sarah said was to the point, and typical: "For the marcy's sake!
At twenty miles farther down the Neale's, which was quite dry as far as we travelled on it, going easterly, we arrived at Mount O'Halloran, a low hill round whose base the Trans-Continental Telegraph Line and road sweeps, at what is called the Angle Pole, sixty miles from the Peake Telegraph Station. We were very short of water, and could not find any, the country being in a very dry state.
And after a long pause he saw from the movements of the other men that the body had been drawn to the surface and that they were bending over it. A moment later, Starmidge separated himself from the rest, and came in Neale's direction. He nodded his head energetically at Betty as he drew within speaking distance. "All right, Miss Fosdyke!" he said. "It's not your uncle. But it's the other man, Mr.
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