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Hugh had ceased to play and sat silent now on his piano stool with that motionless, concentrated air of his, as if listening to something afar. "Hughie," said Seagreave softly, "what are you and your sister, anyway?" Hugh laughed and, leaning his elbow on the keys, rested his cheek on his palm. "I am a little brother of the wind," he said.
He wishes to hear of everything which has happened during his absence and particularly, Mr. Seagreave, do I wish to talk to you about that lower drift. José tells me that you have examined it." Thus urged, Seagreave sat down. He was tall and slight and fair, so very fair that his age was difficult to guess.
Occasionally the green fringes of a pine branch tapped her cheek sharply with their rusty needles. Then the tunnel widened to a little clearing where stood the cabin, picturesque with the lichened bark of the trees on the rough-hewn logs. Seagreave had evidently seen her coming, for before she lifted her hand to knock he threw open the door.
Harry looked into her eyes and forgot his vigilance; and with a twist Pearl slipped through his arms and was across the room. She stood against the wall of the cabin, her head thrown back, a smile on her white lips, her eyes daring him. Seagreave took no dares. It was a part of his creed. He was across the room in a step, his arms outstretched as if to clasp her.
Why, he could take a piece of sole leather and make it taste like venison." But even this list of perfections failed to arouse any enthusiasm for José in Pearl, or to convince her that the proper place for him was not within the sheltering walls of a prison. "Well, if you don't care much for José, how about Seagreave?" There was a touch of anxiety in his glance as he asked this question.
As for you, Seagreave," catching Harry by the arm, "don't try to wriggle through that door. You're under arrest." "Look here, sheriff, it's snowing heavily. Hugh's blind, as you know, and can't possibly drive my horse up the hill. I drove Miss Gallito down in my cart and was to drive her back.
She leaned toward him, smiling, her fugitively sweet, tantalizing smile; and, oblivious of the others, Seagreave caught her to him as if he would hold her against the world. And, seeing this, Bob Flick turned and walked down the hill with never a backward glance. Not so Gallito; his eyes had darkened, those fierce hawk's eyes; his face was livid.
She had risen abruptly and, catching up her cloak and wrapping it hastily about her, had opened the door before he could reach it and had stepped out into the snow. Seagreave, who had paused a moment to close the door behind them, heard her utter a sharp exclamation and turned quickly. "Dios!" she cried. "Dios! What is it?"
"But he does see it," insisted Seagreave; "never think that he doesn't, and sees it through finer avenues of sight than mere material organs of vision. He sees the mountains, too. Why, he can play the very shadows on the snow for me." During the Spanish dances Seagreave had not shared the excitement of the audience, and thus had maintained his usual serenity.
Then, under their direction, she managed to bind the ropes securely about Seagreave, moaning and weeping herself at the pain she evidently caused him, although he did not so far recover consciousness as to realize what was happening to him. When she had finished, she caught another swinging end of rope which they threw her and climbed up the cliff.
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