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"Nevertheless," continued Demorest, smiling, "you admit that it is a great success?" "Yes," said the other, a little irritated by some complacency in Demorest's smile, "but the success isn't HIS'N. Fools has ideas, and wise men profit by them, for that hotel now has Jim Stacy's bank behind it, and is even a kind of country branch of the Brook House in 'Frisco. Barker's out of it, I reckon.
Barker, who was easily amused, had extracted a certain entertainment out of Stacy's memorandum, but he straightened himself with a look of eager confidence and said, "Certainly; that's just what it is business. Lord! Stacy, I'm ALL business now. I'm in everything. And I bank with you, though perhaps you don't know it; it's in your Branch at Marysville.
Yesterday, you know, Trimble's advertised the new diamond, the Arkansas Queen, on exhibition. Well, it was made of paste, anyway. But it was a perfect imitation. But that didn't make any difference. We caught Kitty just now trying to lift it. I'm sorry it wasn't the other one. But small fry are better than none. We'll get her, too, yet. Besides, I find this Kitty has a record already at Stacy's."
"I've going to leave word at Doctor Stacy's as we go past his office," said Grandpa Horton, buttoning Sunny Boy into his coat. "He will drop in to-day to see your father and look you over, Bob.
Stacy's curiosity getting the better of him, he had twisted his body around, and was peering back; but he was bobbing up and down so fast that he found it difficult to fix his eyes on any one point long enough to distinguish what that object was. "Look! Look!" he cried, when in a long rise of the pony his eyes had caught something definite.
With the end of June came the close of the term and the close of Miss Stacy's rule in Avonlea school. Anne and Diana walked home that evening feeling very sober indeed. Red eyes and damp handkerchiefs bore convincing testimony to the fact that Miss Stacy's farewell words must have been quite as touching as Mr. Phillips's had been under similar circumstances three years before.
He knows when it's time to laugh. Ha, ha!" Professor Zepplin was smiling broadly. Stacy's joke was just dawning upon the professor. But Tad's mind at that juncture was in another direction. The lad had raised his head in a listening attitude, his glance fixed keenly on the other side of the camp ground. "Did you see something?" whispered Walter. Tad shook his head. "You heard something?"
"I would go myself if I knew the way." "No, you'd fall in somewhere," chuckled Ned. "And the Indian probably would forget to come back," added Walter. "Altogether we are in a fix." "I think Master Stacy's suggestion is the most practicable of all," decided the Professor. "Yes, but where could you send Eagle-eye?" asked Ned.
The fat boy watched the soaring hat with longing eyes. "Shoot, shoot, why don't you?" jeered the Pony Rider Boys. "All right if you say so." Stacy's pistol stuck in the holster and by the time he had freed the weapon the sombrero was only some seven or eight feet from the ground. "Yeow!" howled the fat boy letting go two bullets with a speed that they had no idea he possessed.
He made a half motion to rise, glanced at the table, then sat down again and began to eat. "His appetite has overcome his judgment," grinned Tad. The lad could hear the faint sound of conflict somewhere to the rear of him. He was getting uneasy and began to fidget. All at once the red man sprang up, starting on a run, trailing Stacy's rifle behind him.
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