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Men half-started forward to him, but he held them back with a restraining eye. They knew his ways. He was responsive in a brusque, inquisitive, but good-humoured and sometimes very droll way; but there were times when men said to themselves that he was to be left alone; and he was so much master of the place that, as Osterhaut and Jowett frequently remarked, "What he says goes!"
She couldn't make the bank if she wanted to. She's got to run 'em. Holy smoke, see her wavin' the paddle at Tekewani! Osterhaut, she's the limit, that petticoat so quiet and shy and don't-look-at-me, too, with eyes like brown diamonds." "Oh, get out, Jowett; she's all right!
She had taken him in because, in years gone by, he had nursed her only son through an attack of smallpox on the Siwash River, and somehow Osterhaut had always paid his bills to her. He was curiously exact where she was concerned.
No one had ever seen Osterhaut quite so cheerful and he had a bonny cheerfulness on occasion as on this grisly October day when Nature was very sour and the spirit of the winds was in a "scratchy" mood.
He ain't got back to where he was before the war," remarked Osterhaut sagely. "War that business at Barbazon's! You call that war! It wasn't war," declared Jowett spasmodically, grasping the rail of the fire-engine as the wheel struck a stone and nearly shot them from their seats. "It wasn't war. It was terrible low-down treachery.
"I guess it's Ingolby's day all right," answered Jowett. "When you say 'Hooray! Osterhaut, I agree, but you've got better breath'n I have. I can't talk like I used to, but I'm going to ride that fire-engine to save the old Monseenoor's church or bust."
"She keeps pretty cool for a crazy loon, that girl. If I owned her, I'd " Jowett interrupted impatiently. "You'd do what old man Druse does you'd let her be, Osterhaut. What's the good of havin' your own way with one that's the apple of your eye, if it turns her agin you?
Osterhaut put the thing in a nutshell as he slithered up the main street of Lebanon on his way to the manning of the two fire-engines at the Lebanon fire-brigade station. "This thing is going to link up Lebanon and Manitou like a trace-chain," he declared with a chuckle. "Everything's come at the right minute.
No one had ever seen Osterhaut quite so cheerful and he had a bonny cheerfulness on occasion as on this grisly October day when Nature was very sour and the spirit of the winds was in a "scratchy" mood.
Like muffled silver these brain-bells were, and she was as one who enters into a deep forest, and hears far away in the boscage the mystic summons of forest deities. Voices from the banks of the river behind called to her hilarious, approving, agitated voices of her Indian friends, and of Osterhaut and Jowett, those wild spectators of her adventure: but they were not wholly real.
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