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Tarbox's smile increased to a noiseless laugh, and grew and grew until it took hopeless possession of him. His nerves relaxed, he trembled, the table trembled with him, his eyes filled with tears, his brows lifted laboriously, he covered his lips with one hand, and his abdomen shrank until it pained him. And Claude knew, and showed he knew it all; that was what made it impossible to stop.
One was dropped, but before he was plugged full of holes and hung up on a tree, he confessed, and said the other man who escaped had the greenbacks." Brice's face fell. "Then they are lost," he said bitterly. "Not unless he eats them as he may want to do before I'm done on him, for he must either starve or come out. That road is still watched by my men from Tarbox's cabin to the bridge.
"No attempt at literary tone; the book derives its very quality from this fact, as did 'Huckleberry Finn." Horace's eyes caught a passage lower down; he became suddenly aghast read on hurriedly: "Marcia Tarbox's connection with the stage is not only as a spectator but as the wife of a performer.
Tarbox's many maxims was, never to make one day pay for another when it could be made to pay for itself, and during this season this Louisiana campaign, as he called it he had developed a new art, making each day pay for itself several times over.
Tarbox laid one hand upon the door for support, and at that moment there was a hurtling sound; something whizzed by Tarbox's ear, and the meat-dish crashed against the door-post, and flew into a hundred pieces.
Then on the succeeding Saturday Horace Tarbox's torso made its first professional appearance in a gymnastic exhibition at the Coleman Street Gardens. But though the audience numbered nearly five thousand people, Horace felt no nervousness. From his childhood he had read papers to audiences learned that trick of detaching himself.
But then neither he nor his father have got the commercial knowledge they would need. Now" The speaker suddenly paused, and, as the two men sat close beside each other under an umbrella in the stern of the skiff, looked into Mr. Tarbox's pale-blue eyes, and smiled, and smiled. "I'm here," said Mr. Tarbox. "Yes," responded the other, "and I've just made out why!
"Hiram!" she shouted suddenly. The old man appeared from some back door with a promptness that proved his near proximity, and glanced angrily at Brice until he caught sight of his wife's face. Then his anger changed to wonder. "Read that again, young feller," she said exultingly. Brice re-read the paragraph aloud for Mr. Tarbox's benefit.
No. 1101 was in one of these blocks, a small tenement enough, but a palace compared to Mr. Tarbox's Sierran cabin. He impetuously rang the bell, and without waiting to be announced dashed into the little drawing-room and Mr. Tarbox's presence. That had changed too; Mr. Tarbox was arrayed in a suit of clothes as new, as cheaply decorative, as fresh and, apparently, as damp as his own drawing room.
Tarbox's favorite study was human nature; that he knew talent when he saw it; had studied Claude; had fully expected him to decline to be his employee, and liked him the better for so doing. "That was just a kind of test vote; see?" Then Mr. Tarbox offered Claude a partnership; not an equal one, but withal a fair interest. "We've got to commence small and branch out gradually; see?"
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