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"Dashaway, yes?" he interrogated, and as Dave bowed assent he added: "Thought I'd wait and see you, although our young friend here has been pretty dear." "About what?" asked Dave. "Ridgely." "Who is he?" "The man you rescued from the lake last evening. As I have told your friend, the man is a bad one, and we have chased him up and down the lakes clear from Detroit." "He is a criminal, then?"
Young Dawson convinced me that we could run things so our airship could make trips for a long time, and here you are on our trail within seventy-two hours." "Yes, Mr. Ridgely," acknowledged the young aviator. "They found a clew and started pursuit right after you stole the Drifter." "You mean you did. Don't be modest, Dashaway.
He had met her at Ridgely Springs and also in New York. He was glad that it was dark, and that Wickersham could not see his face. "A very pretty girl," he hazarded as a leader, now that the subject was broached. "Yes, rather. Going abroad title-hunting." "I don't expect Miss Yorke cares about a title," said Keith, stiffly. "Mamma does. Failing that, she wants old Lancaster and perquisites."
General Keith urged him to go up to a little place on the side of the mountains which had been quite a health-resort before the war. "Ridgely is one of the most salubrious places I know for such trouble as yours. And Dr. Theophilus Balsam is one of the best doctors in the State. He was my regimental surgeon during the war. He is a Northern man who came South before the war.
King and Hiram indulged in all kinds of conjectures as to the possible motive of the party of three in stealing the aircraft. "The way I figure it out," said Mr. King, "is that this Ridgely wanted to get out of the country knowing that the revenue people were dose on his trail." "Perhaps," agreed Dave thoughtfully. "There's another thing, though." "What's that?" inquired the interested Hiram.
I am grateful to you for saving me, but well at present I can't do anything." "You mean, you won't." "Well, have it that way if you wish." "You'll be sorry some day," said Dave, bluntly. Ridgely left the room. He closed the door after him with an assurance to Dave that things would be "all right."
"I really could not have walked to Ridgely to-night, could I?" "I should say not." "And there was really nowhere else to come but here?" dubiously. "See that light over there up the mountain?" he asked, leading her to a window. "Old man Grimes and his wife live up there. They keep a light burning all night to scare Renwood's ghost away. By Jove, the storm will be upon us in a minute.
Templeton conducted in the chapel of the hospital where Phrony had passed away, before the body was taken South. Alice Lancaster had been faithful to the end in looking after her. Phrony was buried in the Rawson lot in the little burying-ground at Ridgely, not far from the spot where lay the body of General Huntington.
The attention of the Legislature was awakened to the importance of this investigation by Mr. David Ridgely, the State Librarian, and he was appointed by the Executive to undertake the labor. Never did beagle pursue the chase with more steady foot than did this eager and laudable champion of the ancient fame of the State his chosen duty.
The burial, in accordance with a wish expressed by General Huntington, took place in a corner of the little burying-ground at Ridgely, which lay on a sunny knoll overlooking the long slope to the northeastward. The child walked after the bier, holding fast to Gordon's hand, while Dr. Balsam and General Keith walked after them.
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