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They had, as Bob expressed it, cooled off a bit and were no longer in such an agitated frame of mind; nevertheless anxiety had left its mark by keying the master's voice to a sharper note, and shadowing the lady's brow with a frown of annoyance. "I suppose you let out on O'Connel, didn't you, after he got through talking this morning?" was the first remark of the owner of Surfside.
"He would never admit himself beaten and give up that pup. Moreover the affair has cost him too much money, risk and trouble for him to abandon his scheme. If he wanted Lola bad enough to hire somebody to steal her he still wants her, mark my word! No, there is something behind all this that we haven't reached. O'Connel has made off with the dog somehow. Just how I am at a loss to tell.
Then suddenly it stopped and the man who was watching saw the operator raise the discs of rubber from his ears and shake himself free of his metal trappings. "Well?" inquired Mr. Crowninshield in quick staccato. "It was O'Connel. All he said was: Wait developments." "Not a word about Lola?" "No, sir." "Not a reference of any sort?" "That was all."
Again Bob struggled to soothe the perturbed mind and raise the capitalist's spirits. "Oh, we'll hear something to-morrow, I guess," said he with an optimism he did not altogether feel. "Maybe my license will come; or the inspector may appear; or O'Connel may send tidings; or news may come from New York. Something is sure to happen.
In the meantime they indulged in a swim; took the dogs for a run; had luncheon; paddled round the bay in Dick's canoe; and did everything they could think of to hurry the moments along. And when the car bearing Mr. Crowninshield and O'Connel did actually roll into the drive what a state of excitement they were in! Yes, there was Lola there was no contesting that!
When they had discussed O'Connel and his companions, and their chances of liberation for four or five miles, and when Martin had warmly expressed his assurance that no jury could convict the saviours of their country, and Daly had given utterance to his legal opinion that saltpetre couldn't save them from two years in Newgate, Martin asked his companion whether he was going beyond Dunmore that night?
Isn't it the limit that we haven't brains enough to get O'Connel?" murmured Dick to Walter in a disgusted whisper. "I ought to have duffed in harder on the blamed code. But I thought there was no hurry. We seemed to have all summer to learn it." "Maybe he won't call," His Highness suggested hopefully. "I hope to blazes he doesn't," was the retort.
As for Bob he was far too eager to get into touch with O'Connel and the Siren to covet extra pay for rushing through the installment of the new service. A private signal had been agreed upon between him and his former associate and also an hour set when each day the operator aboard the yacht was to call him.
"I'll bring it round to-morrow," Bob answered, glancing at his watch and rising. The others rose too. "I suppose it would be no use to listen in for O'Connel again," remarked Mr. Crowninshield. "I will if you like," Bob responded. "I doubt, though, if it would do any good." "No, I guess it wouldn't. We shall just have to wait," sighed the man.
"Nobody'd be any the wiser for what Bob thinks. Often at night I fall to wondering what he'd do was he to be taken sick." "Oh, he'd be all right, Mother," answered His Highness cheerfully. "O'Connel is there, you know." "And what kind of a nurse would he be, do you think, with his ear to that switchboard from daylight until dark?" "Not quite that. Mother." "Well, almost that, anyhow.
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