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I am going to teach him to ride." Raising horses was one of the Squire's amusements, and the training-course where young horses were broken usually got an hour of his busy day. "May I come?" asked Leila. "Please, not," said John, anticipating disaster and desiring no amused spectators. "In a week or so, yes, Leila," said Penhallow, "not now."
When it leaked out that there was a kidnapping involved, the chivalrous instincts of Chula Vista were aroused. Horses were eagerly offered and a posse was to be formed as soon as Sam Penhallow could be located. Unfortunately, the only machine in town, owned by the sheriff, had been loaned that morning to Ed Merriam who had driven it over to the railroad junction.
Questioned by Penhallow, they heard the news of our needless loss and final triumphant repulse of the enemy. Hunt said emphatic things about political generals and their ways. "He lost a leg," said Gibbon, "and I think to have lost his life would have been, fortunate.
Penhallow then read from a printed paper the decision of the Supreme Court in the land case so long pending, where the estate of the late Malachi Withers was the claimant, against certain parties pretending to hold under an ancient grant. The decision was in favor of the estate. "This gives a great property to the heirs," Mr.
Penhallow cried out with promptness, "I surrender and I am shot through both arms." The soldier said, "You are not worth taking guess you'll keep till we lick the Yanks," and walking around the helpless officer he appropriated his revolver. "Can you get my horse up?" said John. "Horse up! I want your boots." "Well, pull them off I can't." "Oh, don't you bother, I'll get them."
"Yes," she said, "that will be better you must see Mr. Penhallow before you talk to me. If he consents to do what you want to do I Well, Dr. Askew, I am just now too angry to reason. Have the kindness to follow me." She was unwilling to give her husband any more choice than John Penhallow had given her.
He was, as Rivers saw, no longer the good-humoured, quiet gentleman, with no thought of self. In a week he was stronger, but as his watchful friend realized, there was something mysteriously wrong with his mental and moral mechanism. On the day after the battle Penhallow asked to have his wife telegraphed that he was slightly wounded, and that she must not come to him.
She left him with the conviction that James Penhallow was, on the whole, right as to the educational needs of this lad. After lunch his uncle said, "Leila will show you about the place. You will want to see the horses, of course, and the dogs." "And my guinea pigs," added Leila. He took no interest in either, and the dogs somewhat alarmed him.
As he left, she expressed all the regret she ought to have felt, and as the carriage disappeared at a turn of the avenue she sank down in a chair. Then she rang a bell. "Take away that thing," she said, "that spittoon." "If James Penhallow were here," she murmured, "I should ask him to say damn!
Penhallow, "he's afraid of horses." "Afraid!" said her husband. "By George! afraid of horses." "He speaks French perfectly," said Mark Rivers. "He can't swim. I got that out of Leila. I understand he tried it once and gave it up." "But his mother made him, James. You know Susan. She was as timid as a house-fly for herself, and I suppose for him." "I asked him," said Rivers, "if he knew any Latin.
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