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"We'll sure be too late for supper at Miz' Peckham's," grumbled Mack. "Oh, you're only troubled about your eats," joked Pratt. At that moment Frances uttered a little cry. Both Pratt and the teamster looked up at her inquiringly. "What's the matter, Frances?" asked the young fellow. "I I thought I saw a light, away over there where the sun is going down."
It came from the direction of Cottonwood Bottom, and was drawn by two very good horses. It was so far ahead, however, that neither Frances nor Mack could distinguish the outfit or recognize the driver. "Dunno who that kin be," said Mack, "'nless it's Bob Ellis makin' for Peckham's, too. I learned he was going to town this week." Bob Ellis was a small rancher farther south. Frances was doubtful.
Bernard had time for a mental accompaniment with variations, accented by certain bodily changes, which escaped Mr. Peckham's observation. First there was a feeling of disgust and shame at hearing Helen Darley spoken of like a dumb working animal. That sent the blood up into his cheeks.
"The boys from Peckham's, with that Pratt Sanderson, didn't more'n skirt that rubbish, I reckon, by what Mack said," Sam observed. "Mebbe that hombre might have laid up there for a while." "Before or after he robbed us?" Frances asked quietly. "Wal, now!" ejaculated Sam. "If he took that chest aboard the punt, and the punt was found below the ford "
Miss Peckham's blinds were always bowed, and one never knew which blind she was lurking behind. "They they just seem to come and go," Janice replied, almost in tears. "Oh, dear! Delia wasn't much; but I did hope she would stay a little longer." "'Much'!" sniffed Miss Peckham. "I should say she wasn't. And she isn't even sensible.
With the aid of a pocket-glass he could make out persons without the risk of being observed himself. Mr. Silos Peckham's corps of instructors was not expected to be off duty or to stand at ease for any considerable length of time. Sometimes Mr.
I cannot be hard with you, that out of your very affliction has sprung this this well you must name it for me, but the world will never listen to explanations. I am to be Helen Darley, lady assistant in Mr. Silas Peckham's school, as long as I see fit to hold my office. And I mean to attend to my scholars just as before; so that I shall have very little time for visiting or seeing company.
Carringford somewhere where we can talk without the neighbors seeing and hearing everything." For he had noticed the bowed blinds of Miss Peckham's cottage only a few yards from the end of the porch. "Tell her to come into the living room, Janice," said Mr. Day, rising slowly and reaching for his crutches. But it was evident that he understood the lawyer's excitement no more than Janice did.
It was now eleven o'clock, and the battlefield of last evening was as we left it. Mr. Peckham's visit was unexpected, perhaps not very well timed, but the Colonel received him civilly. "Beautifully lighted, these rooms last night!" said Mr. Peckham. "Winter-strained?" The Colonel nodded. "How much do you pay for your winter-strained?" The Colonel told him the price.
We'll stop at Peckham's Ranch and at the hotel in Calas on the way." "Whatever ye say," said Sam. "When do ye want to go?" "Day after to-morrow," responded Frances, briskly. "It will be all right then?" "Sure," agreed Silent Sam. "I'll fix ye up." Frances had several important things to do before the time stated. And, too, before that time, something quite unexpected happened.
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