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Those two girls are outside my little circle, and I want to bring one of them within it. Now, Renmark, which of those girls would you choose if you were me?" The professor drew in his breath sharply, and was silent for a moment. At last he said, speaking slowly: "I am afraid, Mr. Yates, that you do not quite appreciate my point of view.
As he sat in his shirt sleeves on the edge of his bunk Renmark said that things would look brighter in the morning which was a safe remark to make, for the night was dark. Yates sat silently, with his head in his hands, for some moments. At last he said slowly: "There is no one so obtuse as the thoroughly good man. It is not the messenger I am afraid of, after all.
Renmark said but little, and attended strictly to the business in hand. The vegetables finished, he took a book from his valise, tilted a chair back against a tree, and began to read. "I'm depending upon you for the bread," he said to the drowsy man in the hammock. "Right you are, Renny. Your confidence is not misplaced.
For the first time since the encounter with Bartlett on the road Renmark saw that he was thoroughly angry. The reporter stood with clenched fists and flashing eyes, hesitating. The other, his heavy brows drawn, while not in an aggressive attitude, was plainly ready for an attack. Yates concluded to speak, and not to strike. This was not because he was afraid, for he was not a coward.
I have not lost a moment since." "I should have known he was missing, without going to the volunteers." Renmark was so amazed at the unjust accusation, from a girl whom he had made the mistake of believing to be without a temper of her own, that he knew not what to say. He was, however, to have one more example of inconsistency.
These excursions into literature were most interesting to both excursionists, but they interfered with cataloguing. Renmark read and read, ever and anon stopping to explain some point, or quote what someone else had said on the same subject, marking the place in the book, as he paused, with inserted fore finger.
Besides, Renmark had an objectionable habit of tracing the recital to its origin; it annoyed Yates to tell a modern yarn, and then discover that Aristophanes, or some other prehistoric poacher on the good things men were to say, had forestalled him by a thousand years or so.
But both Yates and Renmark were speedily overpowered; and then an unseen difficulty presented itself. Murphy pathetically remarked that they had no rope. The captain was a man of resource. "Cut enough rope from the tent to tie them." "And when you're at it, Murphy," said Yates, "cut off enough more to hang yourself with. You'll need it before long.
"My name is Yates, and this is my friend Professor Renmark of T'ronto," pronouncing the name of the fair city in two syllables, as is, alas! too often done. The professor bowed, and Yates cordially extended his hand to the young woman. "How do you do, Miss Bartlett?" he said, "I am happy to meet you." The girl smiled very prettily, and said she hoped they had a pleasant trip out from Fort Erie.
The reporter realized that he had forced the conversation, and remembered he had invited Renmark to accompany him. Although this recollection stayed his hand, it had no effect on his tongue. "I believe," he said slowly, "that it would do you good for once to hear a straight, square, unbiased opinion of yourself.
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