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Whisk! whisk! came the elastic end with stinging force against Randy's back and shoulders. Maddened by the pain he partially rose and leaned forward. At the second blow he reeled to one side, stumbled against the combing, and went out of the canoe backward without upsetting it. His enemy was by no means satisfied with what punishment he had already inflicted.
It shone through the windows of the Bird Room at Huntersfield, wooing George out into the fragrant night. He could hear voices on the lawn young Paine's laugh Becky's. Once when he looked he saw them on the ridge, silhouetted against the golden sky. They were dancing, and Randy's clear whistle, piping a modern tune, came up to him, tantalizing him. But the Judge held him.
He was driving at high speed, and there was only a second in which to jam things down and pull things up and stop the car. Kemp was behind him. He was not prepared for Randy's sudden stop. He swerved sharply to the left, slammed into a telegraph pole and came back to life to find somebody bending over him. "Who is looking after the lady, sir?" he managed to murmur. "Young Paine and Mr.
He felt that her beauty must shine even among the shadows he envied Major Prime, who sat next to her. The Major was aware that his position was enviable. It was worth much to watch these two young people, eager in their reunion. "Becky Bannister, whom I have known all my life," had been Randy's presentation of the little lady with the shining hair.
I'd rather face guns, but Mother will like it. You can have yours here." "Not if I know it," the Major rose, "I'm going to share the fatted calf." It was late that night when the Major went to bed. The feast in Randy's honor had lasted until ten. There had been the shine of candles, and the laughter of the women, the old Judge's genial humor.
Accordingly on the following day, the three girls sat in the reception room, each wondering just what Miss Randy Weston would be like. "Do you fancy that she is light, or dark? Let's guess, girls," whispered Polly, but at that moment Miss Dayton entered with Randy's hand in hers.
As Ned was turning away his eye caught a sudden gleam from the cockpit of Clay's canoe, and on making an investigation he was surprised to find Randy's gun. Moxley must have overlooked it. The weapon was useless, for the ammunition had been carried off, but Ned shouldered it and started briskly down the creek.
The day after Randy's return was bright and sunny, and with little Prue she wandered beneath the sweet scented apple blossoms drinking in their beauty, and wondering if in all the world there was a fairer place than the orchard with its wealth of bloom, when suddenly Prue exclaimed, "You're 'most as glad to see me as anybody, Randy? "Me 'n Tabby is just 'special glad you've got home."
"He has never been in love," Louise declared, "not really. Except with me." Becky felt that the Copes were a charming pair. When she answered Randy's letter she spoke of them. "Louise adores her brother, and she thinks he would be a great artist if he would take himself seriously. But neither of them seems to take anything seriously. They always seem to be laughing at the world in a quiet way.
And, anyhow, if he is asleep, we will wake him up. I am going to tell him that George is at Siasconset." "But, my dear, what good will it do?" "He's got to save Becky. I know Dalton's tricks and his manners. He can cast a glamour over anything. And Randy's the man for her. Oh, Mark, just think of her money and his genius " "What have money and genius to do with it?"
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