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It was a hopeless puzzle altogether, and she could not account for it. It was nearing "lousing time" and Mrs. Sinclair was busy getting the dinner ready, and water boiled to wash the men coming in from the pit, and she wondered how Robert would take the news.
It was only after a long pause that there issued from the trees, not Riley Sinclair, but the squat, thick form of Arizona! Behind the sheriff's apprehensive glance there had been reason. True the door had closed upon Arizona, and the door was thick.
Vague talk of an extensive irrigation scheme planned by Sinclair for the Crawling Stone Valley crept into the newspapers, and it was generally understood that Lance Dunning had expressed himself favorably to the enterprise. Dicksie gave slight heed to matters as weighty as these.
"And in the meantime," she said, addressing Agnes, "I want you, my dear Agnes, to assist me at my toilette, as they say. I am about to dress in my very best, and it cannot, you know, be from vanity, for I have no one now to gratify but yourselves come." Mr. Sinclair beckoned with his hand to Agnes to attend her, and they accordingly left the room together.
"No!" he growled savagely. "If I stick around this office a minute longer, I'll go crazy," Bryce snarled then. "Give me your last five annual statements, Mr. Sinclair, please." The old servitor brought forth the documents in question. Bryce stuffed them into his pocket and left the office.
"Don't say that, Murad," exclaimed his wife; "I'm far enough from a saint, and your destiny isn't the Island." "What's the Island, mamma?" "It's a place people are sent to for their health." "In a boat? Can I go?" "You ask too many questions, Sinclair," said Mr. Ault; "it's time you were off to school."
"Now, who would want to live in a town like that, can you tell me?" It occurred very strongly to Riley Sinclair that Cartwright had not yet fully ascertained whether or not his companion came from that very town. And, although the day before, he had decided that Sour Creek was most undesirable and all that pertained to it, this unasked confirmation of his own opinion grated on his nerves.
Campbell, where have you built your pig-sties?" "Inside the palisade, next to the fowl-house." "That is well," replied Captain Sinclair, "for otherwise you may be troubled by the wolves, who are very partial to pork or mutton." "We have been troubled with them," replied Emma; "at least with their howlings at night, which make me tremble as I lie awake in bed."
Sinclair in reply adding with that quickness of perception and readiness of invention which danger supplies to some minds "I have come to watch him you are wanted." The man obeyed the intimation, and he had no sooner turned away than Mr. Sinclair laid his hand upon the latch of the door which had been indicated as Major Scott's.
Gaspar, however, did not seem to hear the last words. Something about the strange horseman had apparently riveted his interest. His last gesture was arrested halfway, and his color changed perceptibly. "You stay, then, Mr. Sinclair," he said hurriedly. "I'm going to slip down the hill and " "You stay where you are!" cut in Sinclair. "But I have a reason." "Your reasons ain't no good. You stay put.
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