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The silver-buttoned official, who watched the big plate-glass door, started at a smart rap on his shoulder, and blinked at the angular lady in a startling costume and a blue veil. Thomas Savine interposed meekly: "A time-table; and that's evidently not the man to ask, my dear." "Then he can tell the right one," Mrs.
Worn by anxious watching, Helen was possibly a little out of humor that afternoon, and the sight awoke within her a certain jealousy. She had done her best, and had done it very patiently, but she had failed to arouse her father to the animation he showed in Geoffrey's presence. "I haven't felt so well since I saw you last," observed Savine, oblivious for the moment of his daughter.
His last remark was perhaps combatant rashness, or possibly a premeditated attempt to force the listeners to reveal their actual sentiments. If he wished to get at the truth, he was successful, for several men began to speak at once, and while disjointed words interloped his remarks, the loudest of them said: "You can't fool us, Savine.
Helen desired to ride in to the railroad, but the gaudy machine complained even more than usual, and when at last one of its wheels declined to revolve, Julius Savine called Geoffrey's attention to it. "If you are anxious for mild excitement, and want to earn my daughter's gratitude, you might tackle that confounded thing, Mr. Thurston," he said.
"It's a sensible plan all through. I must tell you Mr. Thurston has " began Savine, and ceased abruptly, when Geoffrey, who frowned at him, broke in: "We have troubled Miss Savine with sufficient details, and I fancy the arrangement suggested would help to keep her father tranquil, especially as our progress will be slow.
Yes, you have hit it greasy feeling!" broke in the amateur dispenser, who rarely relaxed her efforts until she had run down her victim. "Helen, why don't you hunt round for that bottle?" "I mean greasy externally," explained Geoffrey in desperation, and again Thomas Savine chuckled, while Helen, who ground one little boot-heel into the grasses, deliberately turned away. Mrs.
He himself toiled as hard as any two among them, and, to the astonishment of all, completed the big task before the week was past. "I hardly like to say what it has cost me, but no log of any length could jam itself in the new pass," he said to Summers. "You're an enterprising man," was the answer. "Savine is a bit of a rustler, too, and you'll have a chance of explaining things to him to-morrow.
Sometimes I fancy you ought to give up your business before it wears you out. After all, you have not known Thurston long." "Perhaps so," Savine admitted, and when he looked at her Helen became interested in an eagle, which hung poised on broad wings above the valley. "I feel older than I used to, and may quit business when I put this contract through. It is big enough to wind up with.
"It is worse than I feared," said Thomas Savine, leaning forward in his chair, with his elbows on the table, and his chin in his hands. Before the two doctors withdrew, the Canadian said: "He is anxious to see Mr. Thurston, and in an hour or so it could do no harm. I will rejoin you shortly, Mr. Savine."
"Do you mind telling me how long it is since you or anybody else has used this path, Miss Savine?" he inquired. "I came up this way last autumn, and think hardly any other person has used it since. But why do you ask?" was the reply. "I fancied so!" Geoffrey lapsed instinctively into his brusque, professional style of comment. "Poor system of underpinning, badly fixed yonder.
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