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"Look out for yourself next time." It was Bill Vibbard, then in the latter part of his freshman year; and not far distant I discovered his comrade Silverthorn, watching Bill in silent admiration. They continued slowly on their way toward an oak grove, which then stood near the field.
This is one of the times when the law don't see anything and don't want to see anything. I won't touch Nyland for killing Maison, and I won't lay a finger on Sanderson if he shoots the gizzard out of you. There's a train out of here in fifteen minutes. I give you your chance take the train or take your chance with Sanderson!" "I'll take the train," declared Silverthorn.
When three of them had passed, he declared his love to Ida Winwood, though in such a way that she need neither refuse nor accept him at once; and a quasi engagement was made between them, having in view a probable share in Vibbard's fortunes. Once, perhaps more than once, Silverthorn bitterly reproached himself, in her presence, for trusting so entirely to another man's energies.
He made a gesture of futility. "I reckon I'll let you do the plannin' after this." "All right," said Silverthorn, mollified. "Have you set Morley on Barney Owen?" "Owen was goin' right strong a few minutes after this Bransford guy left him," grinned Dale. "All right," said Silverthorn, "go ahead the way we planned it. But don't have our friend killed."
That is, that before you go to Silverthorn Dairy yourself you let me drive ahead and call on your father. He's friends with me, and he's not friends with you. I can break the news, a little at a time, and I think I can gain his good will for you now, even though the wedding be no natural wedding at all. At any count, I can hear what he's got to say about 'ee, and come back here and tell 'ee.
At Sanderson's nod, Owen went on: "If you were to let it be known that you are not Will Bransford, Dale would get the property as sure as shooting. I know his plan. I overheard him and a man named Dave Silverthorn talking it over one night when I was prowling around Dale's house. The window of Dale's office was wide open, and I was crouching outside.
John was a hard reader, and Bill a lazy one. John was thin and graceful, with something pensive yet free and vivid in his nature; Bill was robust, prosaic and conventional. There was an air of neglect and a prospective sense of worldly failure about Silverthorn, but you would at once have singled out Vibbard as being well cared for, and adapted to push his way.
I began to have a suspicion when I learned that this new turn had led him to Stansby, where he procured a position as a sort of clerk to the superintendent, Winwood. After some months, I went out to see him there. In the evening we went to the Winwoods', and I watched closely to discover any signs of a new relation between Silverthorn and the daughter. Mr.
There is only one way to get at him, and that is in some way to get possession of the title." "That's tied up tighter than blazes," said Dale. "Record and all are clear. An' there ain't no judge we can get at. But if young Bransford hadn't come " "Yes," smiled Silverthorn. "It's too bad. We had a man, ready to come on at the word, to impersonate young Bransford.
"Do you mean to say," he asked, "that you would break your bargain, if it had been made with any one besides me?" Vibbard drew himself up proudly. "No, sir!" he declared, in a cold tone. "I keep my word whenever I have given it." Silverthorn uttered an oath under his breath. "If you mean to keep your word, why don't you do it without blustering?
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