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Philip Searle was crouching lower and lower by the bed-side, and his forehead, upon which the dews of death were starting, lay languidly beside the thin, white locks that rested on the pillow. "Look, mother!" he said, raising his head and glaring into the corner of the room. "Do you see that form in white? there she with the pale cheeks and golden hair!
He found McCoppet just returned from launching Lawrence forth upon his work. Three of the gambler's chosen men had accompanied the Government's surveyor. They had taken Bostwick's car. Instructions had been simple enough. Push over the reservation line to cover the "Laughing Water" claim, by night of the following day. Searle was taken to the private den.
Miss Searle looked first at its scattered fragments and then at her cousin. "Did you read it?" "No, but I thank you for it!" said Searle. Her eyes, for an instant, communicated with his own as I think they had never, never communicated with any other source of meaning; then she transferred them to her brother's face, where the sense went out of them, only to leave a dull sad patience.
"It's not alone the peacock," said Searle. "Just now there came slipping across my path a little green lizard, the first I ever saw, the lizard of literature! And if you've a ghost, broad daylight though it be, I expect to see him here. Do you know the annals of your house, Miss Searle?" "Oh dear, no! You must ask my brother for all those things."
He threatened that if she did so he would leave the country and sail for America. She probably disbelieved him; she knew him to be weak, but she overrated his weakness. At all events the rejected one arrived and Clement Searle departed. On a dark December day he took ship at Southampton.
Beth had simply made up her mind to come, and for two days past had been waiting, with her maid, at the pretty little town of Freemont, on the railroad, for Searle to appear in his modern ship of the desert and treat her to the one day's drive into Goldite, whither he also was bound.
"Do come and sit down by the fire. Would you like a cushion?" "No, thank you! What a nice old settle!" "Yes, isn't it? I live in this room. Alling, the painter, built it for his studio. The other rooms are tiny." "What a delightful servant you have!" "Mrs. Searle yes. She's a treasure! Humanity breaks out of her whatever the occasion. And my goodness, how she understands men!"
Van looked him over in mock astonishment. "Say, Searle," he said, "don't you savvy you've lost your vote in this convention? I told you to do these ladies the kindness to sweeten the atmosphere with your absence. Now you hit the trail and hit it quick!" Bostwick looked helplessly at the girl. "I am entirely unarmed," he said as before, though she knew there was a pistol in the car. "This ruffian "
I left them all rubbing down their horses when I came in here a quarter of an hour ago, and it will take but a very short time to pack up and start." "Very well; I dare say that Mr. Searle will be ready by that time.
I'll stay by you till you kill me; yes, I will. You want to go after that poor girl and torment her; but she's dying and soon you won't be able to hurt her any more." "Was it she, Moll, was it Miranda that came here with you? Was she going to Richmond?" "She was going to heaven, Philip Searle, out of the reach of such as you and me.
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