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Rennie will be there," I said. Sidney nodded. "Do you think her so very handsome, Sidney?" I said. I had never mentioned Mrs. Rennie to him since the day we were coasting, and I didn't mean to now. The question just asked itself. "Yes, very; but not as handsome as you will be ten years from now, Nic," said Sidney lightly. "Do you think I'm handsome, Sidney?" I cried.
They coaxed, led, supported Shiloh when they could, and brought him to the water hole. And then they worked to stop the weakening flow of blood. Drew kept the young horse quiet while Rennie stitched up the worst of the tears. "He’ll do." Rennie washed his hands. "Can’t move him for some time, though. He must have given a good account of himself meeting that murderer for the first time. Lucky ..."
At three miles I reached what I had supposed to be a creek, but it is a small narrow gum flat which receives the drainage from this low range. We found a hole where there had been water, but it was all gone. I have named the peak Mount Rennie, after Major Rennie of the Indian army.
He saw eyes lift from the floor level, the scarred cheek under a ragged fringe of beard; and then astonishment in the other’s expression became a flashing grin. "Drew—Drew Rennie! Lordy, it’s sure enough Drew Rennie!" Drew was on his feet. His hands on the other’s shoulders pulled him forward into a rough half embrace. "Anse!" He swayed to the joyous pounding of a fist between his shoulder blades.
Those qualities, rather than fighting power, were what he believed he needed now. With luck—always with a large-sized helping of luck! "Now that you have that bucked out, how about a little sound reasoning?" Hunt Rennie still held his position, riding stirrup to stirrup with Drew. The worst of it was, Don Cazar was right. This was no time for raw emotion to replace thinking.
The master became aware of more than the usual flitting to and fro amongst the boys, just like the coming and going which preludes the swarming of bees. But as he had little or no constructive power, he never saw beyond the symptoms. They were to him mere isolated facts, signifying present disorder. "John Morison, go to your seat," he cried. John went. "Robert Rennie, go to your seat."
I would like to make sure that those drugs do reach the right hands intact." "Rennie!" Hart hailed him from the door. "There's a boy here with a mule; he says it's for you." Pryor put down his glass. "It's Hannibal. I think you will find him acceptable, suh. An even-tempered animal for the most part, and the surest-footed one I have ever ridden." "Then you do ride him?"
James Wait had a grimacing smile that passed over the deathlike impassiveness of his bony face, incredible and frightful as would, in a dream, have been the sudden smile of a corpse. "There is a girl," whispered Wait.... "Canton Street girl. She chucked a third engineer of a Rennie boat for me. Cooks oysters just as I like... She says she would chuck any toff louder."
"He wanted me to play fox for the army’s hounds ... bring the troopers south ... here," Drew replied. "Bayliss wouldn’t march out and Topham thought that you needed some support—with Kitchell apparently on the move." Telling the truth did not mean you had to tell all of it. There was no reason to bring Shannon into this now and antagonize Rennie all over again.
Rennie asserts that Montagu is wrong when he says that the Wren always adapts its materials to its locality. Although it certainly is not always the case, yet so very generally is it so, that I think it is not surprising that Montagu made this assertion.
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