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A dozen had been opened presently, and so far as they could see, there was not a sign of a pearl, large or small. Steve's disappointment made itself manifest in the look that gradually crept over his face. "Guess we've drawn a blank this time, Max," he remarked, when the seventeenth bivalve failed to yield up any gleaming little milk-white prize.
I'm down here on the creek. I was making your place and this way cuts off quite a piece." Ross turned off at once and his burly figure crashed its way through the barrier of delicate-hued spruce. A moment later he was confronting the officer on the bank of the creek. Steve's smile was one of cordial welcome. "I was figgering to get you before you went back to the agency," he said in explanation.
Whatever blame fell upon Constantine's shoulders was not within his province to judge Constantine was a dying man and Steve was not quite thirty-five. So that ended the matter from Steve's viewpoint. It was his intention not to try to evade his personal blame in the matter but to make reparation to his own self and to his wife if he were permitted.
It was Mr. Cravath, and with him the two friends whom Steve had liked best of all who had been in Mr. Cravath's parties. It was the joy of the sudden surprise which prevented Steve's giving his customary close attention to Mr. Cravath's somewhat vague description of the party he had brought this time. "You must arrange for eight, Steve," he said. "There may not be quite so many.
Once or twice she caught her breath, unsteadily. And yet in spite of the fact that the actual desire was furthest of all things from her heart at that instant, when she did finally grow curious at his long silence and turn to steal a sidelong glance at him, the utter gloom upon Steve's face awoke within her an irresistible impulse to mirth.
And this caused Steve to brighten up immediately. In his eagerness to find game his pains were forgotten. Max arranged that they separate and advance along parallel lines, so as to cover more territory. He had been going on himself some little time when suddenly he heard Steve's gun roar. A second shot followed fast on the heels of the first, and Max, excited, ran in the direction of the sounds.
When he had hunted down the elusive lead-pencil he moistened it on his tongue and set to work deliberately to draw on the slicker. The result of his work was simply a square. "That," he said, "is Steve's house." Moistening the pencil again, he drew another square, somewhat smaller, so that it just touched the other square corner to corner. "That's the kitchen," he explained.
If he had supposed that he was serving them, like Jacob of old, for that best-beloved mistress, Freedom, he was mistaken. The seven years were up. How little he dreamed what the eighth would bring him! It was midsummer, and one of Steve's best patrons, Richard Cravath, of Philadelphia, had not yet appeared. For three summers Mr.
As soon as his business was concluded, Hartson Brant planned to drive to Steve's, where the Brants and the two girls would join Rick and Scotty for a vacation on the houseboat. There was plenty of room. The Spindrift was thirty feet long and ten feet wide, and had two cabins. Four could sleep in the forward cabin, and two amidships where the galley, dinette, and bath were located.
Politely Barbara examined it. "I'm sure I couldn't," she answered. And, very slowly: "Miriam is going to marry Garry Devereau. She is disgracefully happy about it." The older woman received this irrelevance with composure. "How charming," she said. "And I am sure that they will continue to be as happy as I hope you will be soon. This suit was Steve's little Steve's. Dear me, what a day that was!"
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