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Up the stairs they slunk, single file, the bare feet and the illy-shod alike going silently and sleuth-like over the polished stairs. They skulked past open doors with frightened defiant glances, the defiance of the very poor for the very rich, the defiance that is born and bred in the soul from a face to face existence with hunger and cold and need of every kind.
The 'awk-like face of 'Olmes," he added with abstract relish, "showed a shide of disappointment, the sleuth-like Gould 'avin' got there before 'im." "If he is mad," began Inglewood. "Well," said Moses, "when a cove gets out on the tile the first night there's generally a tile loose."
She remembered how she had told her Uncle Carl that she meant to prove that her dad was innocent; that she meant to investigate the devious process by which the Lazy A ranch and all the stock had ceased to belong to her or her father; that she meant to adopt sly, sleuth-like methods; she remembered the very words which she had used. She remembered how bitter her uncle had become.
Down there, where a lake lay silent in its winter sleep, a doe started in trembling and fear; beyond the mountain a huge bull moose lifted his antlered head with battle-glaring eyes; half a mile away a fox paused for an instant in its sleuth-like stalking of a rabbit; and here and there in that world of wild things the gaunt hungry people of Wolf's blood stopped in their trails and turned their heads toward the signal that was coming in wailing echoes to their ears.
So I am going to adopt sly, sleuth-like methods and find out just how much dad owed you before it happened, and just how much the lawyers charged, and what was the real market value of the outfit, and all that. Dad told me dad told me that there was something left over for me. He didn't explain there wasn't time, and I couldn't listen to dollar-talk then.
Besides, Cookie would be less sleuth-like in getting on the trail of his missing property than Mr. Shaw though there would be a certain piquancy in having that martinet hale me before him for stealing a spade. But that afternoon I was tired and hot it really called for a grimmer resolve than mine to shovel sand through the languor of a Leeward Island afternoon.
Well, pretty soon that awful man came out and stood at the corner. He was waiting for some one. He was nervous and sleuth-like. He acted so queerly that I was sure of it. He was after you and me. Of course, I nearly fainted. All the time I was afraid you would run right into his arms, so I was watching from both windows to warn you if possible.
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