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Government inspectors are not a hurrying race," was Bob's whimsical reply. "However, I telephoned our local man yesterday and something may happen to-day. He and I used to be on quite good terms when he occasionally dropped in at Seaver Bay. I told him that if I could not get a station license pretty soon our whole outfit would be no good to us this season.
Suppose we go down to Trentini's and see who's there." "All right," agreed Bertram, dully. "Suit yourself." Bertram was not thinking of Seaver, Trentini's, or whom he might find there. Bertram was thinking of certain words he had heard less than half an hour ago. He was wondering, too, if ever again he could think of anything but those words. "The truth?" the great surgeon had said.
Bertram's voice and handshake were a bit more cordial than they would have been had he not at the moment been feeling so abused and forlorn. In the old days he had liked this Bob Seaver well. Seaver was an artist like himself, and was good company always.
His dry lips and tongue refused to articulate even one word. "We came for you," choked Billy. "You see, I don't like that Seaver man." "Well, by Jove! this is the limit!" breathed Bertram. Undeniably Billy was in disgrace, and none knew it better than Billy herself. The whole family had contributed to this knowledge.
"I wish you'd tell us something more about compass stations," Dick said. "Were you ever stationed at one?" "Yes, for a little while I was on an island off the coast," replied Bob. "But I did not like it very well and applied for a transfer." "It must have been lonely as the dickens on an island; worse, even, than being at Seaver Bay. Why in goodness did they build the station there?"
"No-o," began Bertram, with obvious reluctance. "It's already nine o'clock, and " "Nine o'clock!" cut in Seaver, with a broad grin. "Since when has your limit been nine o'clock? I've seen the time when you didn't mind nine o'clock in the morning, Bertie! What's got Oh, I remember. I met another friend of yours in Berlin; chap named Arkwright and say, he's some singer, you bet!
Seaver, and I never liked him, never! I overheard something they said, about some place they were going to, and I didn't like what Mr. Seaver said. I tried to speak to Mr. Bertram, but I didn't get a chance; and the next thing I knew he'd gone with that Seaver man! I saw them just in time to snatch my cloak and follow them." "FOLLOW them! "I had to, Pete; don't you see? There was no one else. Mr.
MacCann's Travels in the Argentine Provinces, 1846-49, contains much that is valuable concerning the history and manners of the country. Major Rickard Seaver issued in 1863 an interesting narrative of his crossing the Andes. Consul Hutchinson, an Irishman, published in 1864 his book Argentine Gleanings, which was followed by another in 1869 called South American Recollections.
"Ought to be soundly trounced," declared the judge. "That's what I always say." "This is the worst yet," continued Mrs. Penniman. She liked the suspense she had created. With an unerring gift for oral narrative, she toyed with this. She must first tell how she got it. "You know that georgette waist Mrs. Ed Seaver is having?" "Have they done something awful?" Winona demanded.
This trusting business is all very pretty; but I think 'twould be a lot prettier, and a vast deal more sensible, if you'd give him a little attention as well as trust, and see if you can't keep him at home a bit more. At least you'll know whom he's with, then. Cyril says he saw him last week with Bob Seaver." "With Bob Seaver?" faltered Billy, changing color. "Yes.
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