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I wish that I were indeed your brother." "But you are my brother, Edwin Buxley," cried the girl with intense earnestness, "my dear and only brother, whom God will save through Jesus Christ?" "What do you mean, Betty?" asked Stalker, with an anxious and puzzled look. "I mean that I am not Betty Bevan. Paul Bevan has told me so told me that I am Betty Buxley, and your sister!"
"What right have you to demand an account of us?" asked Tom Brixton, recklessly, in a supercilious tone that was meant to irritate. "The right of might," replied Stalker, stepping up to Tom, and grasping him by the throat. Tom resisted, of course, but being seized at the same moment by two men from behind, was rendered helpless.
So slow that they began to fear it had gone out so slow that the daylight had time to disappear and the moon to commence her softly solemn journey across the dark sky so slow that Stalker began seriously to think of sending a man to stir up the spark, though he thought there might be difficulty in finding a volunteer for the dangerous job so slow that a certain reckless little boy came galloping towards the fortress on a tall horse with a led pony plunging by his side all before the spark of the match reached its destination and did its work.
"The crucified thief did not find it too late," returned Tom, "and it was the eleventh hour with him." Stalker made no reply, but the stern, hard expression of his face did not change one iota until he heard a female voice outside asking if he were asleep.
From the swell mob, we diverge to the kindred topics of cracksmen, fences, public- house dancers, area-sneaks, designing young people who go out 'gonophing, and other 'schools. It is observable throughout these revelations, that Inspector Stalker, the Scotchman, is always exact and statistical, and that when any question of figures arises, everybody as by one consent pauses, and looks to him.
I am an exception; that is why I shall be young and handsome up to the moment the grim stalker puts his claw on my shoulder." He smiled whimsically. "But you, have you never caught some of the passion for possessing rare paintings, rugs, manuscripts?" "You miss the point. What does the sense of possession amount to beside the sense of seeking and finding?
"Just so," returned the trapper, "and we've bin told by Paul that Stalker was the only man of his band who wouldn't fall in wi' the ways o' the country, but sticks to the clumsy Jack-boots and spurs of old England.
Now, the laird of Loch Royal deer forests had never allowed his eagles to be fired at or killed. They were part of the family possessions, as it were always had been for generation upon generation; and, moreover, they kept down the grouse on the deer forests which was useful, since the grouse is the red deer's unpaid sentinel, and give him warning of the crawling, creeping stalker.
Field's eye rolls enjoyingly, for this man is a notorious begging-letter writer. Good night, my lads! Good night, Mr. Field, and thank'ee, sir! Clear the street here, half a thousand of you! Cut it, Mrs. Stalker none of that we don't want you! Rogers of the flaming eye, lead on to the tramps' lodging-house! A dream of baleful faces attends to the door. Now, stand back all of you!
Leighton's mind wandered back to the tales of Lewis's little pal Natalie. "Tell me about her again," he said genially. "Again!" cried Lewis. "But you've never heard of her not from me, anyway." "What's her name?" asked Leighton, half aroused. "Her name," said Lewis, smiling absently into the fire, "is Folly Folly Delaires." Leighton was a trained stalker of dangerous game.
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