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Sanborn; second officer, Mr. Partridge, and third officer, Mr. Richardson. "Very well, then," said Mr. Hamilton. "That is all." He turned again to the negro. "Tom," he said, "bring my bags and stow them in the cutter yonder. We will be taken prisoners aboard the raider." The negro did as commanded and again took his stand by Hamilton. "Mind, Tom," said Mr. Hamilton, "no weapons."
As they walked across to Fourteenth Street, Kirby told as much of the story as he could without betraying Esther McLean's part in it. He trusted Sanborn implicitly, but the girl's secret was not his to tell. From James Cunningham Kirby had got the key of his uncle's apartment. His cousin had given it to him a little reluctantly. "The police don't want things moved about," he had explained.
Sanborn is of the opinion that Edmund Hosmer was described as Hassan in Emerson's fragments on the "Poet and the Poetic Gift," in the complete edition of his poems: "Said Saadi, 'When I stood before Hassan the camel-driver's door, I scorned the fame of Timour brave; Timour, to Hassan, was a slave: In every glance of Hassan's eye I read great years of victory, And I, who cower mean and small In the frequent interval When wisdom not with me resides, Worship Toil's wisdom that abides.
"Smells good!" remarked Harry sniffing. "Where's Sanborn?" Sanborn was the other machinist and had been taken on in the place of their faithful old Schultz, who had fallen heir to a large sum of money in Germany, and gone home to spend his days in a cottage on the outskirts of Berlin. "He has gone down to the village," replied Le Blanc, vigorously shaking the pan of sizzling potatoes.
Yet incredibly her cheeks did not tan nor lose their fineness. "You haven't told me who this handsomer man is," Kirby suggested. "Cole Sanborn." She flushed a little, but looked straight at him. "Have you told him about Esther?" "No. But from somethin' he said I think he guesses." Her eyes softened. "He's awf'ly good to Esther. I can see he likes her and she likes him.
Having learned a few points from Jed Sanborn, they kept to the trail and made sure that the wind was not blowing from them to the game they hoped to lay low. It was a rough and laborious climb up the mountainside, and once they missed the trail and got into a pocket so that they could go no further.
That afternoon all went out hunting with Jed Sanborn and he showed them where to find a good supply of rabbits, and took them to a hollow among the hills where the partridges were thick. All fired at once, and as a consequence they got eight of the game. Their rabbits numbered sixteen, and they also brought down three squirrels.
Jed Sanborn had promised to remain long enough in the camp to go out on at least one deer hunt with them, and, on the following day, the whole party started out, shutting up the shelter as best they could, so that no wild animals might get inside during their absence. The snow had ceased to come down.
In his captor, as he stepped forward, Billy had no difficulty in recognizing Sanborn, the treacherous mechanic, and while he gazed in astonishment at the man there appeared from an inner room Luther Barr and Malvoise, the French aviator. "You'd better let me go at once," cried Billy angrily. "What do you want with me?" "Nothing very much," piped old Barr, "nothing very much, my dear lad.
The scientist had spent hours with Kerama and Farid going over the Sanborn tracings, checking the location of the source as shown by the big telescope's position. The change in the source's position, from the time of first discovery to yesterday's checking of the system, had given enough data to calculate its velocity with reasonable accuracy.
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