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He's not a bad fellow at all, though the Major doesn't care for him. But I expect you'll meet him this afternoon." "Thanks," said the judge. "I shall be glad of the chance of forming my own estimate of Simpkins' character. I am sure it will agree with yours. But to get back to what I was saying about the drains.
"But there is nobody here to watch the automobile now," went on Helen, who was more nervous than her chum. "Yes," Jennie remarked. "Here comes 'Silas Simpkins, the straw-chewing rube," and she giggled. The farmer was at hand, puffing and blowing. He assured them that "that critter" was tightly housed and would do no more harm. "Hope none o' you warn't hurt," he added.
Lovely day, isn't it? Seen anything of our friend Simpkins this morning?" "I have not," said Doyle, "and I don't want to. I wouldn't care if I never set eyes on that fellow again." "You'd have liked to have seen him yesterday," said Meldon. "I would not." "You would. The Major had him out for a day in the Spindrift, and " Meldon winked. Doyle got down from his trap and stood at the horse's head.
You see, Reginald Simpkins had not as yet killed anything larger than a rat, and even then he had bungled. . . . As was proper and fitting his first head was gained cold-bloodedly and from a distance. It was his blooding into the ranks of the snipers. His probationary period was over; Shorty Bill had professed himself satisfied.
To Simpkins it had been given to lift the veil and to know the truth; yet he was back again serving the false gods. The Reckoning. By Robert W. Chambers.
For there was something about it which seemed different from those Egyptians of whom he had read. Slowly the vaguely-familiar features filled out, until Simpkins saw not the swarthy, low-browed face of an Egyptian king, but the ruddy, handsome face of an Englishman, and at last he was sure, a face like that of a photograph in his pocket.
And I'm not the kind of man who pretends that he takes holidays because he finds them necessary for his health. I take them simply because I enjoy them." "We might," said the Major, "have a day in the Spindrift." "I said a half-holiday," said Meldon. "In the afternoon I must go in and explain to Simpkins that you don't really mean anything by your rather pronounced attentions to Miss King."
Learn then the fate of meddlers, of dogs who dare to penetrate the mysteries of Isis." Simpkins took his eyes from her face and glanced mechanically toward the veil. But he looked back suddenly, and caught her signalling with a swift motion of her head to something in the darkness. There could be no mistake this time.
"These questions of fishing rights," said Meldon, "are often extremely complicated. There may very well be something to be said on both sides. I don't think I can proceed to deal with Simpkins in the way you suggest, unless he has done something worse than interfere with your fishing. What else have you got against him?"
And now, Major, since everything has worked out in such a satisfactory way for you, I hope you'll try and feel more kindly towards poor Simpkins. He'll suffer a lot as it is; and I don't think you ought to make any further attempt on his life. I always thought you were going too far in your resentment." "J. J., I really "
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