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He knew Steve's generous nature, and that the other could be prevailed upon to do a thing for the sake of his chums, when he would not budge so far as any personal benefit was concerned. "Oh, well, if that's so, perhaps I'd better throw the old thing away," Steve declared. "No," said Max, "that would be foolish, after you've carried it two miles now.
Because Steve happened to be there and knew that with a rate of so much a thousand feet our road could make money, why, we had a house to live in for the first time! "Of course," she bubbled, "it isn't just that. It's Steve's head, an ability to find his way through those great sheets of figures the railroads are always compiling.
Shep, subject to orders, followed at Steve's heels; Janet walked at his right hand; thus they wandered along in the desultory manner of the sheep-herder, standing a while, sitting down a while, advancing now and then as the flock grazed farther away. "There's number one," Steve remarked casually.
The break which had so sorely threatened in the reaction following upon Steve's rescue had been completely averted, and the Scotsman felt that now, at last, he was strong enough to bear the truth which he had denied him on his first enquiry after his wife and child. The flush died out of Steve's cheeks. The steady eyes were never more steady as they looked into the strong face before them.
The Gorgeous Girl had never known anything but the most gorgeous side of life. Her father, self-made from a boyhood as poor as Steve's, carved his way to the top without delay or remorse for any one he may have halted or harmed in the so doing.
Bailey, meanwhile, as Kirk's hundred and eighty pounds of bone and muscle detached themselves from the couch and loomed up massively before him, was conscious of a weakening of his determination to inflict bodily chastisement. The truth of Steve's remark, that it made a difference whether one's intended victim is a heavyweight, a middle, or a welter, came upon him with some force.
Alan wondered what Hawkes had said to him. Right now Hawkes was three booths up, leaning over and taking part in an urgent whispered conference with a thin dark-faced man in a sharply tailored suit. They reached some sort of agreement; there was a handshake. Then Hawkes left the booth and slung one of Steve's dangling arms around his own shoulder, easing the weight.
The thought of soon arriving at the end of their long tramp gave both lads additional vigor, so that they actually increased their pace, and made better time in the last half mile of the journey. Toby could be seen bustling about as though he had heard Steve's whoop, now and again he would stand and shade his eyes with his hand as he stared into the darkness over the fire.
"I'd like to see the bedrooms," a third voice said. Rick thought it belonged to the man they had taken off Steve's tail. He lay motionless as a form blocked out the lamp-light from the living room. In a moment the voice said, "They're asleep, all right. They must sleep soundly." "Young men do." Tony sounded relieved. Rick grinned to himself.
He had to hold onto the First Speaker's promise from the Lords that his survival of the Ordeal would bring an honorable peace, and hope the death he still saw as inevitable wouldn't bring disaster. Hovan felt certain of Steve's survival, but had made his promise because it was necessary to his ruhar's state of mind.
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