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It was too bad, and Bessie could scarcely keep back her tears of disappointment, and was wishing she had disregarded Neil's orders and been an idiot, when a handsome open carriage came in sight, drawn by two splendid bays, and in it sat Blanche Trevellian, with her red parasol over her head, and beside her Neil McPherson, eagerly scanning the crowd in quest of the little girl, the very thought of whom made his heart beat as Blanche had never made it beat in all her life.
York whirled, revolver in hand, but the man who had risen from behind the big boulder beside the trail was resting both hands on the rock before him. "You're alone, are you?" demanded York. "I am." Neil's revolver slid back into its holster. "Mornin', Val. What's new down at Tucson?" he said amiably. "I understood I was to meet you alone, Mr.
'She'd be pleased if you'd come and say good evening to her; and Miss Tricksy, you would be seeing the little puffins that Hamish gave you; Mother tells me that they're coming along finely. Mrs. Macdonnell's cottage was not far distant, and the young people accepted Neil's invitation.
First went the Adventurer, as flag-ship of the fleet, to use Neil's metaphor, and, a little way behind came the Follow Me, her black hull and battleship-grey deck reminding the occupants of the other boat of one of the "puffing pigs" of yesterday.
"If it hadn't been for the influenza," said Sylvia, "you would have heard some terrible shrieking on the day of that game I know I'd have yelled loud enough so that every one would have heard me, because there was nothing in the world that I wanted quite so much as to have Ridgley come through. And when we got Neil's telegram maybe I didn't make the windows rattle! And mother almost yelled, too."
"All right. I've bought ten fifty vara lots at sheriff's sale for five thousand dollars." Neil's eye went cold. "I've heard of that. Your title is no good. The reason you got them so cheaply was that nobody would bid because of that." "That's for the courts to decide. The fact remains that I've a title, even though clouded, at $500 per lot." "Proceed."
On the other hand, the Dead Boxer had, in fact, begun to feel the influence of Ellen Neil's beauty; and perhaps nothing would have given him greater satisfaction than the removal of a woman whom he no longer loved, except for those virtues which enabled him to accumulate money.
We ran up the Oakland Estuary and came to anchor, and in the days that followed, while Neil was ashore, we tightened up the Reindeer's rigging, overhauled the ballast, scraped down, and put the sloop into thorough shape. This done, time hung heavy on our hands. Neil's wife was dangerously ill, and the outlook was a week's lie-over, awaiting the crisis.
It was a wonderfully familiar voice that spoke to him. "Hello there, Nat! Want a drink?" He gulped eagerly at the cool liquid that touched his lips. "Neil," he whispered. "It's me, Nat. They chucked me in with you. Hell's hole, isn't it?" Nathaniel sat up, Neil's strong arm at his back. There was a light in the room now and he could see his companion's face, smiling at him encouragingly.
He watched the desperation grow in his companion's face as there came no response save the taunting echoes; even in the light of the stars he saw that face darken with its effort, the eyes fill with a mad light, and the throat strain against its choking thong. Gradually Neil's voice became weaker. When he stopped to rest and listen his panting breath came to Nathaniel like the hissing of steam.
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