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Randy and Major Prime were having breakfast out-of-doors. It was ten o'clock, but they were apparently taking their ease. "I thought you had to work," Truxton said to Randy. "I sold a car yesterday " "And to-day you are playing around like a plutocrat. I wish I could sell cars. I wish I could do anything. Look here, you two. I wonder if you feel as I do." "About what?" "Coming back.
What he had told the boys about the loneliness and security of the place was no idle boast, else he would have made haste to leave the locality with his plunder. Meanwhile a very excited discussion was being carried on in whispers behind the closet door. Randy, stricken with remorse for the troubles in which he had involved his companions, was resolved to admit the shooting.
There seemed some slight hope, however, in the fact that Becky was a Bannister and ought to know a gentleman when she saw one. "And Dalton's a a bounder," said Randy to Nellie Custis. Nellie Custis, who was as blue-blooded as any Bannister, cocked a sympathetic ear. Cocking an ear with Nellie was a weighty matter. Her ears were big and unmanageable.
"No, your mother has given you and Major Prime each two rooms in the Schoolhouse, and we are to dine out there, in your sitting-room our families and the Major. And there won't be a soul to see you until morning, and then you can show yourself off by inches." "Until to-night then," said Randy, and opened the gate for her. "Until to-night," she watched them and waved her hand as they drove off.
I am willing to serve any man, but not without self-respect, sir." "What are you going to do now, Kemp?" the Major asked. "Find a better man to work for." "It won't be hard," Randy interpolated. "Work for me," said the Major. Kemp was eager ! "For you, sir?" "Yes. I need somebody to be legs for me I'm only half a man. The place is open for you if you want it."
'He had his last yesterday, said another gruffly; 'and now old Meg may pray for his last fair wind, as she's often done before. 'I'll pray for nane o' him, said Meg, 'nor for you neither, you randy dog. The times are sair altered since I was a kinchen-mort. Men were men then, and fought other in the open field, and there was nae milling in the darkmans.
But perhaps Louise Cope is right, and one isn't likely, of course, to have the desert island test. Do you really think that anybody could be happy on a desert island, Randy?" Randy replied promptly. "If you were in love with me, Becky, you wouldn't be asking questions. You would believe that we could be blissful on a desert island. I believe it.
"But I like you," feverishly, "I like you, tremendously, and don't you want to marry me, Randy?" "God knows that I do," said poor Randy, "but I must not. It it would be Heaven for me, you know that. But it wouldn't be quite cricket to let you do it, Becky." "I am not doing it for your sake. I am doing it for my own. I want to feel safe. Do I seem awfully selfish when I say that?"
It was evident that the little sister had wonderful news to tell, for her brown eyes were very wide open and she could hardly wait for Randy to slip down from Snowfoot's back before beginning to tell what so excited her. "Oh, what do you think!" she began when with her hand in Randy's they trudged along towards home.
Randy watched and listened and wondered, vaguely, if an angel could sing like that. Her solo ended, the singer, bowing low, retired, but not for long, for others beside Randy realized the beauty of the song and the wonderful voice of the vocalist, and round after round of applause pleaded for her return.
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