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Renshaw seemed to talk only to make her talk, and I am forced to admit that Rosey found this almost as pleasant. It was not long before he was in possession of her simple history from the day of her baby emigration to California to the transfer of her childish life to the old ship, and even of much of the romantic fancies she had woven into her existence there.
Even now, Renshaw found it difficult to accept Nott's theory that De Ferrières was the aggressor and Rosey the object, nor could he justify his own suspicion that the Lascar had obtained a surreptitious entrance under Sleight's directions.
"Not more than I do," said Nott, glancing complacently at his pea-jacket. "He had rings on his yeers like a wench." Mr. Renshaw started. But seeing Nott's eyes fixed on him, he said lightly, "But what have these strange faces and this strange man probably only a Lascar sailor out of a job to do with Ferrières?" "Friends o' his feller furrin citizens spies on Rosey, don't you see?
Why, of course, he's your secretary, and my friend, and Mama very properly stopped them, and so will I! As for me, I intend to stay at Beckley, I can tell you, dear old boy. Uncle Mel had a soft arm round his neck, and was being fondled. 'And I 'm not going to be bred up to go into a harem, you may be sure. The diplomatist whistled, 'You talk your mother with a vengeance, Rosey.
"You came in so like a ghost, father," said Rosey with a slight peevishness that was new to her. "And I thought you were in town. Don't go, Mr. Renshaw." But Mr. Renshaw intimated that he had already trespassed upon Miss Nott's time, and that no doubt her father wanted to talk with her. To his surprise and annoyance, however, Mr.
Sleight the big financier, the smartest man in 'Frisco." "What does he want to buy her for?" asked Rosey, knitting her pretty brows. The apparently simple question suddenly puzzled Mr. Nott. He glanced feebly at his daughter's face, and frowned in vacant irritation. "That's so," he said, drawing a long breath; "there's suthin' in that." "What did he SAY?" continued the young girl, impatiently.
We won't swap hosses in the middle of the river. We'll square up accounts in your room," he added, raising his voice that Rosey might overhear him, after a preliminary wink at the young man. "Yes, sir, we'll just square up and settle in there. Come along, Mr. Renshaw." Pushing him with paternal gentleness from the cabin, with his hand still upon his shoulder, he followed him into the passage.
At least, he didn't tell father; but I fancy he and father don't agree." "I shall be very glad of having even that opportunity of making you remember me, Miss Nott," returned Renshaw with a faint smile. "I don't suppose either that it would be very difficult to get news of your friend everybody seems to know him." "But not as I did," said Rosey, with an abstracted little sigh. Mr.
Harry shook his head and shrugged. 'They haven't told you? Rose has engaged herself to Mr. Harrington, a tradesman, a tailor! 'Pooh! have you got hold of that story? said Harry. 'But I'm sorry for old Ferdy. He was fond of Rosey. Here's another bother! 'You don't believe me, Harry?
"It doesn't seem strong enough to keep even the little I like here," said Rosey, with a slight glistening of the eyes. "But," she added hastily, "you don't know how much the dear old ship is to me. It's the only home I think I ever had." "But the Ranch?" said Renshaw. "The Ranch seemed to be only the old wagon halted in the road.
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