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Stoliker a piece of her mind; otherwise, I imagine, he would have followed me. I saw it in his eye." "I hate that man," said Kitty inconsequently. "I like him, because he brought me here, even if I was handcuffed. Kitty, why don't you look up at me? Are you afraid?" "What should I be afraid of?" asked Kitty, giving him one swift glance from her pretty blue eyes. "Not of you, I hope."
"Oh, not long," answered Yates cheerily; "not a moment longer than is necessary. I'll telegraph when I'm safe in New York State; so you won't be here more than a day or two." This assurance did not appear to bring much comfort to Stoliker. "Look here," he said; "I guess I know as well as the next man when I'm beaten. I have been thinking all this over.
"I must be off to-morrow," he began. "I am very sorry," answered Kitty in a whisper. "Ah, Kitty, you are not half so sorry as I am. But I intend to come back, if you will let me. Kitty, you remember that talk we had in the kitchen, when we when there was an interruption, and when I had to go away with our friend Stoliker?" Kitty indicated that she remembered it.
"Now, Stoliker," said Yates, pointing the pistol at him, "what have you to say before I fire?" "Nothing," answered the constable, "except that you will be hanged at Welland, instead of staying a few days in jail." Yates laughed. "That's not bad, Stoliker; and I really believe there's some grit in you, if you are a man-catcher. Still, you were not in very much danger, as perhaps you knew.
Suddenly branching to more practical matters, he exclaimed: "Say, Stoliker, how many taverns are there between here and Welland?" Stoliker had never counted them. "Well, that's encouraging, anyhow. If there are so many that it requires an effort of the memory to enumerate them, we will likely have something to drink before long." "I never drink while on duty," said Stoliker curtly.
"Take this revolver with you," continued the officer, "and if he attempts to escape, shoot him. Besides, you know the way to Welland, so I can't send anybody in your place, even if I wanted to." "Howard knows the way," persisted Stoliker. That young man spoke up with great indignation: "Yes, but Howard isn't constable, and Stoliker is. I'm not going." Renmark went up to his friend.
"Here, sit up," he said gruffly. "I'm not paid to carry you, you know." "What's that? What's that? What's that?" cried Yates rapidly, blinking his eyes and straightening up. "Oh, it's only you, Stoliker. I thought it was my friend Renmark. Have I been asleep?" "Either that or pretending I don't know which, and I don't care." "Oh!
Like as not they've forgotten all about you by this time; and there's nothing on record, anyhow." "Do you mean it? Will you act square?" "Certainly I'll act square. I don't suppose you doubt that. I didn't ask any favors before, and I did what I could to hold you." "Enough said," cried Yates. "I'll risk it." Stoliker stretched his arms wearily above his head when he was released.
"Stoliker, how supremely lovely and quiet and restful are the silent, scented, spreading fields!
"It is sad to see the temple of friendship tumble down about one's ears in this way." At their last talk of this kind Yates resolved not to discuss the problem again with the professor, unless a crisis came. The crisis came in the form of Stoliker, who dropped in on Yates as the latter lay in the hammock, smoking and enjoying a thrilling romance.
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