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Between these there undoubtedly existed a deep affection. During the holidays they were frequently to be met walking or riding together, and Shafto pére would so far emerge from his retirement as to be a proud spectator at cricket matches in Tremenheere Park and elsewhere. Douglas and two of the Tremenheere boys were schoolmates, and he was in continual request at their home.
They were awakened by his barking at daybreak. Joe Shafto was hallooing to them. "Git a hustle on ye," she called in answer to Tom Gray's answering hail. There was a scramble in the camp of the Overlanders, for they desired to show their guide that they were no novices at breaking camp and getting under way.
"I say, that's bad; can't you take a pull at yourself?" "Too late now." "Nothing's too late," declared Shafto; "believe that and buck up. Well, here are four rupees for you." As he put them into a shaking hand the match went out, and the loafer noiselessly melted away into the soft and impenetrable darkness. Next morning Shafto informed Roscoe of this strange encounter.
In such a crisis as the present there was no more helpless, hopeless creature than Lucilla Shafto a woman who was always ready to transfer her burdens to others. Strange to say, she somewhat distrusted her intimates in Bricklands; it seemed to her that their questions and sympathy were chiefly founded on vulgar curiosity and greedy self-interest. "How was she left?
Douglas Shafto sat aloof in the window seat absorbed in the book on Burma and acquiring information; for even if he were never to see the country, it was as well to learn something about it.
Shafto prepare food for the two men. "I'm ready to hear the story, Ainsworth," announced Hippy, nodding. "Are you the party that bought Section Seventy-two, Mr. Wingate?" asked Ainsworth. Hippy nodded. "Without wishin' to be personal, may I ask what you paid for it?" "You have my permission to ask anything you wish. I reserve the right to answer or not.
Still, as Willy looked over the side, and saw the calm waters and the clear space ahead, he could not fancy but that the ship would soon be out in the open sea. "I shall be quite sorry to lose sight of these beautiful icebergs," he observed to Shafto; "it may be a long time before we again shall see anything like them."
As picture followed picture, he was shown pulling at a rowing machine, sailing toy ships in a tub, fishing in a pail, and digging for treasure in a tiny sand pile and after each funny scene, the curtain would drop, and tiny Mary Morrison would come to the front and wail: "Tommy Shafto's gone to sea, Silver buckles on his knee, He'll come back and marry me, Pretty Tommy Shafto!"
The gale increased, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, and the whole harbour, as far as the eye could reach, was lashed into fury. "I don't like the look of things, Mr Shafto," observed the boatswain to Harry, who had just sat up to make room for others. "If the sea was to reach the boat it would soon knock her into splinters. I cannot stand it any longer.
He returned in the afternoon, very tired and excited, broke the news to his wife, and had a serious fainting attack. My husband was sent for, but he found Mr. Shafto sinking. He died at midnight. He himself had wired for Douglas, who arrived just in time for the end. Poor boy! He feels it terribly." "Yes," assented Miss Mitty, "Douglas and his father were such friends.
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