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They thought the child had been sent away until they got Steve's message just now. They came right over. So the boy was still here. Well, he was glad of that. "I know this much about it, Steve," he went on. "Yesterday afternoon the driver of a truck stopped by Squire Kirby's house on the big road and asked the Squire and his wife if they had seen a boy. That's all I know."
Then the child sat up. His appetite had been whetted. "Tell boy 'nother 'tory. Great big, long one. Ever so long." Steve shook his head. "Guess Uncle Steve's not great on yarns," he admitted. "You see, I was kind of thinking. Say, how'd boy like to go with Uncle Steve, and see the nice Auntie, and the little dear, with lovely, lovely curly hair and blue eyes, and cheeks like like " "'Ess.
The chorus was still raging as she flung open the door of the store, and stood peering out into the brilliant night. Steve's repeating rifle was ready in her hand. She had lit the lamp before she removed the bars of the door, and stood silhouetted against its yellow light. Only a woman or the utterly reckless could have committed such a folly.
There was at most no more than the barest suggestion of it in Steve's crisp question, but Caleb sensed immediately that Allison's placid appropriation of the blue flannel-shirted one as his own particular property was not a mutually accepted status. Dexter, however, failed, or chose, to read nothing in the drawling question. "I'm it," he agreed, jovially.
He recalled Steve's warning that they were up against a ruthless enemy. The question was, how close could they get without being seen? He could take pictures at ten feet, but at any greater distance the camera would be useless. Zircon moved ahead, going slowly now. Rick followed, not bothering with the dark-light unit because the glow in the water was enough for a beacon.
Millie's cheerful, easy manner was perhaps the greatest blessing of Ian Ross's life. Her happy good temper spoke of a perfectly healthy body, and a mind full of a pleasant humour. Dr. Ross withdrew a timepiece from his pocket. "Now?" he cried. "Oh, you mean because of Steve's going off on the long trail. Five days isn't it before he goes?" He chuckled in his pleasant, tolerant fashion.
Sunday was a much-dreaded day in Mary's calendar, partly because she surrendered herself to the maternal monologue of how dreadful it was to have a daughter in business and not a lady in a home of her own, and partly because she missed the office routine and the magical stimulation of Steve's presence.
Want to rustle up something? Or shall we eat at Knapps Narrows? The cruising guide says there's a restaurant there." "Let's eat out," Scotty replied promptly. "I'm sick of my cooking and yours. I'd like some Maryland crab cakes like those we had in Chesapeake City." Rick remembered with pleasure. "Suits me." "Think we'll get to Steve's tonight?" Scotty asked. "I doubt it.
"Of course Steve's a wonderful old dear and all that I wish I had asked him for the moon. I do believe he'd have gotten an option on it." She laughed and reached over to a bonbon dish to rummage for a favourite flavour. She selected a fat, deadly looking affair, only to bite into it and discover her mistake.
She found a box of chocolates and began to eat them. "A charming-looking wreck, I'll say." He stooped to kiss her. The rose-coloured glasses were still attached to Steve's naturally keen eyes. Like many persons he knew a multitude of facts but was quite ignorant concerning vital issues. He had spent his honeymoon in rapt and unreal fashion.
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