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A man, running breathlessly up the slope and waving his hat in frantic gestures, began to shout as he came. "Mrs. Dick! Mrs. Dick!" he cried at the top of his voice. "Help! help! You've got to come!" Mrs. Dick leaped quickly to her feet to face the oncoming man. It was old Billy Stitts. He had come from Beth. "Come on!
And don't forgit Miss Kent!" Old Billy Stitts had remained with the others at the camp. "Ain't she the female woman?" he said. "Ain't she just about it?" No one answered. The three old cronies were watching Van as he went. Van, for his part, heard nothing of what Mrs. Dick was saying, except the name "Miss Kent."
"Here's Billy Stitts a-comin' now," replied the housewife, moving towards the door. "He's been worried to death about you bein' gone!" Beth ran at once for the stairs, and later, from the window, saw the faithful old Billy leading her pony away.
One was to Van, with Beth's request; the other was, of course, to her brother. Bostwick met the proud old beau at the corner of the street. "Say, Uncle, what did I tell you," said Billy at once. "This time it's the biggest errand yet." Bostwick had wondered if he might not catch Mr. Stitts in some such service as he boasted now, and his wit was worthy of his nature.
Every noise in the building, and some in the streets, made her start awake like a hunted doe, with imaginings of the most awful description. She scarcely slept at all. The following day old Billy Stitts called again, very shortly after breakfast. He proved such an amiable, womanly old chap that he was almost a comfort to the girl. She sent him to the postoffice, for a possible letter from Glen.
The word that should have come from Searle was still delinquent. But old Billy Stitts brought her a letter from Glen. "Dear Sis: I can only write a line or two. Had a thump on the head, but it didn't knock off my block. Don't worry. All right in a few days, sure. Guess you couldn't come, or you'd be here, in response to my last. But Searle might show up, anyhow. You can write me now.
He was glad of this wisdom in the boy this show of courage whereby he had wished his sister spared. But the more he thought upon Beth's attitude towards himself, and the mystifying confessions old Billy Stitts had made, concerning the errands he was running for the girl, the more Bostwick fretted and warmed with exasperation, suspicion, and jealousy. He returned to McCoppet's.
It would be no less than madness. And yet, it seemed as if she must presently go. Searle's silence, coupled to conditions here, was absolutely intolerable. With plans decidedly hazy nothing but a wild, bright dream really clear she questioned Billy Stitts concerning the roads.
But Beth and courtship were their objects, a fact that developed, somewhat crudely with the smallest possible delay. One of these persons, Billy Stitts by name, was fairly unobjectionable as a human being, since he was a quaint, slow-witted, bird-like little creature, fully sixty years of age and clearly harmless. The others were as frankly in pursuit of a mate as any two mountain animals.
Hope you're well and happy. Is the brigand still on the job? Can't really write. With love, GLEN." Her heart stood still as she; read her brother's lines, in a scrawled hand indicative of weakness. She resolved in that instant to go. "Mr. Stitts," she raid in remarkable calm, for all that she felt, "my brother needs some clothing everything complete, boots, shirts, and all.
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