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"'Twas Rastus Young," replied Mr. Chase promptly. Even the Captain was obliged to laugh, although he declared that Mr. Young's constancy was a proof that the firm's prospects were good. "Rats'll always leave a sinkin' ship," he said, "and if Zoeth and me was goin' under Rat Young would be the first to quit."
"Then it has appeared before?" "Yes, it has," was the reply. "But you said nothing of it," exclaimed Captain Hazzard. "No; I thought it might be imagination. It appeared for such a short time that I could not be certain if it was not a trick of the imagination." "Well, it begins to look as if Rastus is telling the truth," was the officer's comment.
Constance laughed at his frank bewilderment. "Two family retainers from my girlhood's home, Uncle 'Rastus, my butler, and Lucindy, his daughter, my cook. At the last moment Mr. Brevoort was called away to Europe on business," she explained somewhat hurriedly. "He hopes to be able to join us in time for the fall hunting."
But as his hand touched the knob, another's was before it. His wife opened the door. "Where you goin', 'Rastus Bean?" she demanded. "I I was just goin' out for a little walk," he faltered. "A walk!" she snapped. "If you've got your chores done, you'd better walk into bed!"
"Hit's des like I tell you, Brer Rastus, an' I hatter git Mars John fer to go inter my bon's fer me. Hit ain't no use fer ter sing out chu'ch ter me, Brer Rastus. I done bin an' got my dose. W'en I goes ter war, I wanter know w'at I'm a doin'. I don't wanter git hemmed up 'mong no wimmen and preachers. I wants elbow-room, an I'm bleedzd ter have it. Des gimme elbow-room."
"Why did you go?" "Why, my dear sir," said the professor, regarding him with sorrowful egg-stained countenance; "in the interests of science, of course. We would not have been attacked at all if Rastus had not tried to catch a penguin. What for, I cannot imagine." "Why, perfusser, you done say dey tas' lak chickin," ruefully cried the black man. "Did I?" exclaimed the man of science.
Red had volunteered to drive 'Rastus and Lucindy over to the VN ranch with the luggage and so it happened that Douglass and Mrs. Brevoort rode out together alone in the pleasant evening to her home-coming. They jogged along very leisurely, talking only the veriest commonplaces after they had exhausted the more interesting topics of ranch and mine.
"For de Lawd's sake, yo' ain't gwine to jump dat reef, is yo'?" cried Rastus, in an agony of terror. But it was too late to question the old man's intentions: we were already in the back swash of the breakers. "Cotch suthin!" he shouted again, as our craft on the crest of a mighty roller shot onward to seeming destruction.
Phyllis, having arranged the mail and delivered most of it, had left the store in charge of the clerk and retired to her private den, a cool room finished in restful tints at the northeast corner of the house. She was sitting by a window reading a magazine, when there came a knock. Her "Come in" disclosed 'Rastus and the whites of his rolling eyes. She nodded and smiled.
Fact is, now Menendez is back, you're free to go. 'Rastus is getting your horse right now." The cattleman realized instantly that he did not want to go. Business affairs at home pressed for his attention, but he felt extremely reluctant to pull out and leave the field in possession of Larrabie Keller, even temporarily. He could not, however, very well say so. "Good enough," he said brusquely.
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