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The riverman's eyes shifted. Furtively they flitted from face to face in those rows of faces at the walls. But whatever he thought or hoped to find fleeting flash of support or encouragement was hidden behind a common mask of astonishment as blank as had been his own. They were waiting for his answer; he knew they were waiting for that as he crossed to the door.
If Belloc and Grier'll agree to them, we'll do away with this constant trouble between our gangs." "And you'd like me to help you?" He smiled a big riverman's smile down at her, full of good-humour and audacity. "If you could make it clear to Fabian that all I'm after is peace on the river, it'd do a lot of good."
That was all. He was looking at Keith with a curious directness. Keith held his breath. He would have given a good deal to have seen behind Duggan's beard. There was a hard note in the riverman's voice, too. It puzzled him. And there was a flash of sullen fire in his eyes at the mention of McDowell's name.
He was, however, careful to omit any mention of the Paul Revere's captain, remembering just in time that hardy riverman's promise to blow his brains out if he even so much as breathed his name in connection with certain nefarious transactions, and something told him that Cephas Redberry would put a short, sharp stop to any breathing at all on his part the instant he laid eyes on him.
And when Wickersham raised his head the riverman's battered face lighted shockingly with triumph. "Go out and get him," said Wickersham. "And see that you get him for good!" For two days and two nights the girl fought on alone against the outcry of her own heart, and as on a former occasion she chose again the open roads for her battlefield.
The dark flanks of the log heaved dripping from the river, and rolled silently back again, picked by the long sharp caulks of the riverman's boots. "Can you walk on the logs?" asked Bobby of his companion. "Sure," laughed Jimmy Powers. "Let's see you," insisted Bobby. Jimmy Powers leaped lightly from the boom to the nearest log. It was a small one, and at once dipped below the surface.
Neither could she be a riverman's daughter, for it was inconceivable that either a riverman or a trapper would have sent this girl down into civilization, where this girl had undoubtedly been. It was that point chiefly which puzzled Kent. She was not only beautiful. She had been tutored in schools that were not taught by wilderness missioners.
Colonel Zane, Silas, and Sheppard were among the lookers-on at the game. Jonathan joined them, and gazed at the gamesters. Brandt he knew well enough; he had seen that set, wolfish expression in the riverman's face before. He observed, however, that the man had flushed cheeks and trembling hands, indications of hard drinking.
When they managed to decipher the oldest known piece of hieroglyphics on an Assyrian brick, what do you suppose it turned out to be?" "Give it up, Brudder Bones," said Tally, dryly, "what was it?" Bob flushed at the old riverman's tone, but went on. "It was a letter from a man to his son away at school.
The riverman's long spikes cut little triangular pieces from the hardwood floor. Thorpe did not notice that. He thrust aside the portiere. Before him he saw a young and beautiful girl. She was seated, and her lap was filled with flowers. At his sudden apparition, her hands flew to her heart, and her lips slightly parted.
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