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He had his commission as a deputy marshal, and as such he swore in his men and started for the cabin of Hank Rainer. When the news had spread, others came to join him, and he could not refuse. Before the cavalcade entered the mouth of the canyon he had some thirty men about him.
"Sorry to have deserted you, but the storm has played the deuce with the wires, and I had to wait a long time before I could get a good connection. It must be blowing up for a blizzard." "Uncle Jack," young Rainer broke out, "Mr. Grisben's been lecturing me." Mr. Lavington was helping himself to terrapin. "Ah what about?" "He thinks I ought to have given New Mexico a show."
The half-hour elapsed, and Faxon, rejoicing at the near prospect of food, set out to make his way to the dining room. He had not noticed the direction he had followed in going to his room, and was puzzled, when he left it, to find that two staircases, of apparently equal importance, invited him. He chose the one to his right, and reached, at its foot, a long gallery such as Rainer had described.
By the position of those distant summits he knew that he was in the ravine leading to the cabin of Hank Rainer, the trapper. Presently the sun flashed on a white cliff, a definite landmark by which Uncle Jasper had directed him, so Andrew turned out of his path on the eastern side of the gully and rode across the ravine.
Rainer, having signed, was about to push the paper across the table to Mr. Balch; but the latter, again raising his hand, said in his sad imprisoned voice: "The seal ?" "Oh, does there have to be a seal?" Faxon, looking over Mr. Grisben at John Lavington, saw a faint frown between his impassive eyes. "Really, Frank!" He seemed, Faxon thought, slightly irritated by his nephew's frivolity.
It's a puzzling house, because my uncle keeps adding to it from year to year. He built this room last summer for his modern pictures." Young Rainer, pausing to open another door, touched an electric button which sent a circle of light about the walls of a long room hung with canvases of the French impressionist school.
Frank Rainer burst into a laugh. "On such nights? Then you hadn't bolted?" "Bolted?" "Because I'd done something to offend you? My uncle thought you had." Faxon grasped his arm. "Did your uncle send you after me?" "Well, he gave me an awful rowing for not going up to your room with you when you said you were ill.
He ought, of course, to have seen to it that a wafer was sent with the document." "Oh, hang it " Frank Rainer pushed the paper aside: "It's the hand of God and I'm hungry as a wolf. Let's dine first, Uncle Jack." "I think I've a seal upstairs," said Faxon suddenly. Mr. Lavington sent him a barely perceptible smile. "So sorry to give you the trouble " "Oh, I say, don't send him after it now.
We've only five minutes to wait." young Rainer urged, in the tone that dispels scruples by ignoring them; and Faxon found himself accepting the invitation as simply as it was offered.
"I want him to go straight out to my nephew at Santa Paz and stay there till his next birthday." Mr. Lavington signed to the butler to hand the terrapin to Mr. Grisben, who, as he took a second helping, addressed himself again to Rainer. "Jim's in New York now, and going back the day after tomorrow in Olyphant's private car. I'll ask Olyphant to squeeze you in if you'll go.
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