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Then he went to say good-bye to Miss Tranter. She was, as usual, in the bar, standing very erect. She had taken up her knitting, and her needles clicked and glittered busily. "Matt Peke left a bottle of his herb wine for you," she said. "There it is." She indicated by a jerk of her head a flat oblong quart flask, neatly corked and tied with string, which lay on the counter.
But as it had been dead long ago, for I saw some signs of moth in the fur, and as I was in Paris at the bidding of my employer, I consented, and carrying the little Peke beneath my arm I walked along the Quai du Louvre to the old bridge which, in two parts, spans the river. Just before I gained the Rue Dauphine, on the other side, I paused and looked down into the water.
It don't do to be straight an' square in this world!" Helmsley listened to this bantering talk, saying nothing. He was pale, and sat very still, thus giving the impression of being too tired to notice what was going on around him. Peke took up the conversation. "Stow yer gab, Bill!" he said. "When you gits straight an' square, it'll be a round 'ole ye'll 'ave to drop into, mark my wurrd!
The sum of Five Hundred Pounds was to be paid to Miss Tranter, hostess of "The Trusty Man," "for her kindness to me on the one night I passed under her hospitable roof," and sums of Two Hundred Pounds each were left to "Matthew Peke, Herb Gatherer," and Farmer Joltram, both these personages to be found through the aforesaid Miss Tranter.
Well, well! D'you hear that, Peke?" as her husband came heavily into the room. "What is it, Maw?" "These girls are going to Chicago. If our Sallie and Si's Celia have gone there, mebbe these girls might come across them." "Oh, Mrs. Morton!" cried Nan. "If we do, we will surely send them home to you. Or, if they are foolish enough not to want to come, we'll let you know at once where they are."
Probably only Neil could supply the needed information, now that Dailey was dead. Went twenty yards strate for big rock. Eight feet direckly west. Fifty yards in direcksion of suthern Antelope Peke. Then eighteen to nerest cotonwood. All this was plain enough, but the last sentence was the puzzler. J. H. begins hear. Was J. H. a person? If so, what did he begin.
There he saw the same star that had peered at him through the window of his study at Carlton House Terrace, the same that had sparkled out in the sky the night that he and Matt Peke had trudged the road together, and which Matt had described as "the love-star, an' it'll be nowt else in these parts till the world-without-end-amen!"
What wi' doctors an' 'omes an' nusses, an' all the fuss as a sick man makes about hisself in these days, I'd rather be as I am, Matt Peke, a-wanderin' by hill an' dale, an' lyin' down peaceful to die under a tree when my times comes, than take any part wi' the pulin' cowards as is afraid o' cold an' fever an' wet feet an' the like, just as if they was poor little shiverin' mice instead o' men.
Nan responded in the same tone, for there were undried tears on the cheeks of the farmer's wife. "Here's Si, Maw," said Mr. Morton. "He ain't been knowin' about our girl and his Celia runnin' off, before." "How do, Si?" responded Mrs. Morton. "Your wife'll be scairt ter death, I have no doubt. What'll become of them foolish girls Why, Peke! who's these two young ladies?" Mr. Morton looked to Mr.
"And how are we goin' to get 'em back?" murmured Mr. Morton. "The good Lord won't let no harm come to the dears, I hope and pray," said his wife, wiping her eyes. "Somebody'll be good to 'em if they get sick or hungry. There! We ain't showin' very good manners to our guests, Peke. These girls are off that train where there ain't a bite to eat, I do suppose; and they must be half starved.
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