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As we downed sail, I saw a girl on the bank above the beach, leaning on a hoe and gazing at us over a low hedge of veronica. Seth hailed her again, and she came running to the waterside. There she stood and eyed us shyly: a dark-haired girl, bare-headed, and with the dust of the potato-patch on her shoes and ankles. "Any message for Reub Hicks, my dear? We'm bound over to Off Island."
Then she turned burning red all over. Her little feet shook under her. But, my! What riches! What a supply to go to! How they would envy her! "I don't care so. They needn't be so stingy with me! And Mrs. Reub uses so much such things I don't believe it will ever be noticed in the 'account' and, any way, it'll be six months before he settles up.
"You'll talk different, maybe, this time," retorted the other. "Not agin 'The Jumping Frog, he won't," the first insisted. "I near bust," he repeated. "I'd like for you to know my boy Reub," said Mr. Gadsden to me, insinuatingly. "Quit fixing' the judge, Al," said Leola's backer.
Reub Markham's next neighbor, and it was perfectly probable that she should send by her. Some time in the afternoon Mr. Reuben Markham came down to the store. He was a wealthy man, jolly, but quick-tempered. Mr. Hampshire and he were on excellent terms. "How are you, Markham? and what's your wife baking to-day?" "My wife baking?" "Yes. I concluded you were going to have something extra spicy.
At length came the explosion: a sudden furious assault which sent Reub souse into the paternal mill-leat. The mother cursed Nat forth from the door, and no doubt said a great deal more than she meant. The boy he was just seventeen carried his box down to the Ring of Bells.
Poor old Reub, his incarceration in the Vigilance cells nearly frightened the life out of him, and his release even under banishment, was as the open door to the caged wild bird. He never did much harm to any cause or party that he opposed. The Committee would have better spared him and exiled many who were worse some from their own ranks.
The army at Stockbridge are going to surprise you at sunrise. I came to warn you. Desire Edwards brought us word." "What!" exclaimed Perez, his face aglow. "She brought you word? Do you mean that?" "Jess hole on, and I'll tell you how it was," said Reub, with a manner almost as full of enthusiasm as his brother's.
Perez found a demijohn, poured out a mug, and watched his brother with anxious eyes as he gulped it down. Presently, a little color came back to his white face, and he said: "Now I feel better. It was a hard road. I felt like giving out once or twice. But I'm all right now." "What made you come, Reub? You're not strong yet. It might have killed you." "I had to, Perez. It was life or death for you.
John Crowe was a noisy, blatant, meddlesome fellow, the keeper of a livery stable on Kearny street, and a fierce denouncer of the Committee. There was nothing else to his discredit, so far as I could learn at the time. Reub.
Reaching deep into his trousers pocket, he brought forth a folded scrap of tobacco-stained paper and a bit of lead-pencil. Notwithstanding his fondness for the old man, there was a twinkle in Marshall's eye as he began to spell for him, letter by letter, the coveted word of power. "R," he began, glancing over the writer's shoulder. "R," repeated Reub', laboriously writing.
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