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Updated: May 16, 2025
"Stand it, child? It's a woman's place, is the kitchen. I can't trust no one at the stove but myself. I've done it for over forty summers, an' I don't reckon to give it up now. This is from that p'lice feller. He ain't doing much, I'm thinking. Seems to me he spends most of his time in making up his bills of expenses. Howsum, you look into it. What's Master Robb say?"
Malling's footsteps came creaking down the stairs. Suddenly Prudence's hands went up to her face as she thought of the shock awaiting her mother. Alice dragged her away to a chair. Iredale and Robb stood looking down at the two objects on the floor. Master and hound were lying side by side. Sarah ran to the door and met the farm-wife.
Her last cable being cut, she drifted into the hottest part of the action, till her main-boom ran into one of the main-deck ports of a Turkish frigate, the crew of which made several attempts to board her, but were repulsed by Lieutenant Robb and his crew. The Turks after some time sent a large strongly-manned boat to attack the cutter.
But cheer up, man," replied Broad imperturbably, "it's not as bad as having a tooth drawn." "Nor half as unpleasant as a funeral," put in Trellis, with a grin. Grey turned to Robb. "Come on," he said abruptly. "Let's get. I shall say things in a minute if I stay here." "That 'ud be something new for you," called out Broad, as the two men left the room.
Robb nodded in the direction of the window. "You've got a team. This is no 'one-horsed' affair." The door opened suddenly and two men entered. "Oh, here he is," said one, Charlie Trellis, the postmaster, with a laugh. "Congratulate you, Grey, my friend. Double harness, eh? Tame you down, my boy. Good thing, marriage for taming a man."
His question was merely the result of his own train of thought. He had not been speaking of any one in particular. "Who? Robb Chillingwood?" "Yes, of course. I've not heard of any one else's coming." "We've asked him for a fortnight to-day. Why?" Hervey ran the cleaning-rod through a couple of the chambers of the pistol before he spoke again.
There is shortly to be a great boom in emigration from both the old country and the States, and I am now combining the business of land agent with my other duties, and I find it a paying concern. Let me know about the cattle at your earliest convenience. "Yours truly, "ROBB CHILLINGWOOD." Iredale smiled as he read the letter over. "Comes at an opportune moment," he said to himself.
When that hour arrived, he had studied the local directory, carefully looked over the town and county newspapers, and held a little talk with his landlord, who happened to be a political malcontent, cautiously critical of Mr. Robb. Dyce accepted the fact as of good augury. It was long since he had felt so lighthearted and sanguine.
Grey laughed loudly, but there was no mirth in his hilarity. It was a heartless, nervous laugh. "Easy, Robb, don't get on your high horse," he said presently. Then he became silent, and a sigh escaped him. "I had to make the suggestion," he went on, after a while. "You are the only man I dared to trust. Confound it, if you must have it, I'm sorry!"
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