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"No wireless there," mused O'Keefe. "Beastly hole. Stopped a week ago for fruit. Natives seemed scared to death at us or something. What are you going there for?" Da Costa darted a furtive glance at me. It troubled me. O'Keefe noted my hesitation. "Oh, I beg your pardon," he said. "Maybe I oughn't to have asked that?" "It's no secret, Lieutenant," I replied.
He had gone on foot since, with his tireless strength, he could so travel across the "roughs" at better than a mounted pace and be less cumbered. His destination was the telegraph office at Viper. Jerry O'Keefe and a handful of others were to mobolize inconspicuously there though they were to remain seemingly disconnected and await his instructions.
A colossal secret!" he muttered, when I had ended. "We cannot leave it hidden." "The first thing to do is to try the door," said Larry, matter of fact. "There is no use, my young friend," assured Marakinoff mildly. "Nevertheless we'll try," said Larry. We retraced our way through the winding tunnel to the end, but soon even O'Keefe saw that any idea of moving the slab from within was hopeless.
Behind us the forward light of the Brunhilda glided and the binnacle lamp threw up a faint glow in which her black helmsman's face stood out mistily. O'Keefe had looked curiously a number of times at our tow, but had asked no questions. "You're not the only passenger we picked up today," I told him.
A hundred feet away the Shining One pulsed and spiralled in its evilly glorious lambency of sparkling plumes. Unhesitating, always with that same high serenity, Lakla and the O'Keefe, hands clasped like little children, drew closer to that wondrous shape. I could not see their faces, but I saw awe fall upon those of the watching dwarfs, and into the burning eyes of Yolara crept a doubt.
Was there not actual dynamic energy in these things was there not a Son of Man who hung upon a cross on Calvary? "Dear love o' mine," said the O'Keefe quietly, "is it in your heart to say yes to this?" "Larry," she spoke low, "what is in your heart is in mine; but I did so want to go with you, to live with you to to bear you children, Larry and to see the sun."
"With them and the Keth and gentle invisible soldiers walking around assassinating at will well, the worst Bolsheviki are only puling babes, eh, Doc? "I don't mind the Shining One," said O'Keefe, "one splash of a downtown New York high-pressure fire hose would do for it! But the others are the goods! Believe me!" But for once O'Keefe's confidence found no echo within me.
"But she's our best bet. It's going to be a race between her and the O'Keefe banshee but I put my money on her. I had a queer experience while I was in that garden, after you'd left." His voice grew solemn. "Did you ever see a leprechaun, Doc?" I shook my head again, as solemnly. "He's a little man in green," said Larry. "Oh, about as high as your knee. I saw one once in Carntogher Woods.
O'Keefe looked the surgeon in the eye, winked meaningly, and O'Keefe turned in, although it was but early afternoon. At six o'clock an orderly stood at the door of the major's quarters. Mrs. Lysle was standing on the steps, her eyes fixed on the far horizon across which a ship had melted away. "Beg pardon, madam," said the orderly, saluting, "but young O'Keefe is very ill.
Halloway in accordance with his plan of leaving the stage before his presence lost dramatic effect, did not offer to go all the way back to Shoulder-blade Creek with Alexander. He accompanied her only to a point where there was no longer danger, and then said farewell to her, leaving her still under the escort of Brent, Bud Sellers and O'Keefe.
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