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"Of courthe. It wathn't mine, my boy. I'd have thent you a Tharp'th rifle in plathe of that muthle loader you carry, or thomething thenthible. But, I thay! what'th up? You look ath if you had been running all night." Low grasped his hand. "Thank you," he said hurriedly; "but it's nothing. Only I must be back to the woods early. Good-by." But Curson retained Low's hand in his own powerful grip.
"But why do you call thith plathe Camp Wau-Wau?" demanded Grace. "Camp Wau-Wau ith in the Pocono Woodth, Mrs. Livingthton." "Yes, my dear; but a camp may move, may it not? This is the same old Camp Wau-Wau, but in a different location. This year we concluded to make our camp by the sea shore, and chose Lonesome Bar for our camping place." "Lonesome Bar!" exclaimed Miss Elting. "That explains it.
I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf after the performanth, and you thall find your brother, and have the whole plathe to talk to him in. Never mind the lookth of him, ath long ath he'th well hid.
But Doloreth showed me the letter you wrote her, and well here I am, ready to help you, with two men and a thpare horthe waiting outside the woodth on the blind trail." "You YOU here?" she only repeated. Curson shrugged his shoulders. "Yeth. Of courth you never expected to thee me again, and leatht of all HERE. I'll admit that; I'll thay I wouldn't if I'd been in your plathe.
"Of courthe. It wathn't mine, my boy. I'd have thent you a Tharp'th rifle in plathe of that muthle loader you carry, or thomething thenthible. But, I thay! what'th up? You look ath if you had been running all night." Low grasped his hand. "Thank you," he said hurriedly; "but it's nothing. Only I must be back to the woods early. Good-by." But Curson retained Low's hand in his own powerful grip.
More than that: thith ith a prethiouth rathcal, and belongth to that bluthtering Cove that my people nearly pitht out o' winder. It'll be a dark night; I've got a horthe that'll do anything but thpeak; I've got a pony that'll go fifteen mile an hour with Childerth driving of him; I've got a dog that'll keep a man to one plathe four-and-twenty hourth. Get a word with the young Thquire.
"Itth management," said Mr. Skinner modestly. Mr. Bensington turned his glasses on him suddenly. "We got 'em almoth ath big at the other plathe," said Mr. Skinner, with his better eye piously uplifted and letting himself go a little; "me and the mithith." Mr. Bensington made his usual general inspection of the premises, but he speedily returned to the new run.
But Doloreth showed me the letter you wrote her, and well here I am, ready to help you, with two men and a thpare horthe waiting outside the woodth on the blind trail." "You you here?" she only repeated. Curson shrugged his shoulders. "Yeth. Of courth you never expected to thee me again, and leatht of all here. I'll admit that; I'll thay I wouldn't if I'd been in your plathe.
"Oh, come, now, not all that time! It isn't done." "You d-don't underthtand I'm going to find my plathe in the world I don't belong here." "All right. Can I go 'long?" "No; you stay here. I'm oh, don't you thee I'm leaving you!" "Oh, that's it?" "You'll have the girls to amuse you " "What girls?" "Iva and Lotta and Daisy and May Young " "They're not girls they're married women " "What!"
"Thimeon Markth come acroth the thtreet to tell me tho. He thaw them thake handth outthide our plathe, after he'd theen 'em arm-in-arm in Piccadilly, 'an he come in to thay tho in cathe " But the youth of limited articulation was not allowed to finish his explanation; he was grasped by the scruff of the neck and kicked and shaken out of the room, and his collar flung after him.
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