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When Dan arose, bowed slightly, and left the saloon, she was still sitting silent with her breakfast untasted. At Galveston Oddington left for New York by train, but Mr. Howland, receiving more assuring despatches, decided to remain with the party.
Van Vleck, Oddington, and two others of the party decided to take their position in the shelter of the deck-house, where they could see and yet be protected if the vessel were fired upon. All amusement had gone from the situation for Virginia. She knew that her father, who insisted upon remaining on the bridge, might at any moment be placed in jeopardy.
But the hotel was deserted of the brilliant guests who had filled it but a quarter of an hour before. The spell of darkness lay upon the banquet hall. A few men and women were loitering in the court, awaiting developments. Oddington was there, and another man of the party, but the rest, including the Howlands, had evidently gone to their rooms.
Dan walked slowly toward them. "Not any more than the day air," he replied, declining Oddington's proffered cigarette case and drawing his pipe and pouch from his pocket. "I should say that San Blancan air is filled with malaria at all times and with other bad things." Oddington laughed. "It is like most of these cities," he said; "things get pretty messy here, I imagine.
"Sir," said he, "until I was six years old they used to give me peaches from Oddington House; but one fine day the supply stopped, and I uttered a small howl to my nurse. Old John heard me, and told me Oddington was sold, house, garden, estate, and all." Colonel Clifford snorted. Walter resumed, modestly but firmly: "I was thirteen; I used to fish in a brook that ran near Drayton Park.
"Miss Howland told us you made rather an interesting tackle, Merrithew," said Oddington as Dan nodded to him. "I am sorry I missed it. Where is your prisoner?" Dan smiled. "The tackle was so artistic," he said, "that I jarred most of my senses out of me. He got away. Here's his gun," and Dan held up an old-fashioned carbine. Oddington glanced at the weapon.
Isn't he simply stunning! The Greek ideal and on a tugboat!" Her dark eyes lightened with mischief. "Do you suppose he'd mind if I spoke to him?" "He'd probably swear at you," said young Ralph Oddington, with a grin.
Your friend Oddington has forgotten his cigarettes for a full twenty-four hours, and the Dale girls are candidates for a sanitarium." There was a chuckle of relief in his voice. Dan turned to watch the girl as she followed her father from the bridge.
Miss Howland marked this particularly when Oddington presented himself with an air of good-humored camaraderie, he, the successful young lawyer, with a growing reputation as a man about town and the glamour which surrounds the most popular all-around man at his university still about him; a man who did well everything he tried to do, and able to give the impression that the things he could not do were not worth the attempt; whose every action, every word, every expression was marked with the undefinable stamp of the metropolis, and the various lessons it teaches.
I will thank you not to leave the field open a single day till you have secured the prize." "What prize, sir?" "What prize, you ninny? Why, the beautiful girl that can buy back Oddington and Drayton, peaches and fruit and all. They are both to be sold at this moment. What prize? Why, the wife I have secured for you, if you don't go and play the fool and neglect her."
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