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Quick as the answering flash of a mirror a line of light glinted along the barrel of a rifle resting on the fallen log, its muzzle pointed straight at him. Thayor shrank behind the drift and uttered a yell. Almost every year someone had been mistaken for a deer and shot.
He said there was no immediate danger," she went on steadily, "because the child's lungs are still untouched." "Does Margaret know?" he asked between his teeth. Sperry and Margaret were the two poles of a battery to Thayor. "Does she know? Of course not! Do you consider Dr. Sperry a fool?" "Do I think him a fool? Yes, and sometimes I think he's worse," and he looked at her meaningly.
Why, think of it, my boy, she actually came down to breakfast a thing I have not known her to do in years." "I'm mighty glad to hear Mrs. Thayor is better," returned Billy thoughtfully he wished it might include her manners. "She did not seem well yesterday or the day before." "No one of her old headaches. It must have been pretty hot, even in the 'Wanderer. Here they are now!"
So far their days together had seemed like a dream his departure the next morning would mean the renewal of an ennui which would continue until she reached the month of freedom which her husband had promised her. If Thayor had noticed his wife's anxiety he made no sign. He had gratified her wishes and she had been happy; further than that he did not care to go.
Holcomb regained his chair, folded the paper containing every grain of the powder into an envelope and slipped it into his desk. One thing he was resolved upon not to tell Mr. Thayor of his suspicions until there was no question of his proof. It is a long drive in from the railroad to Morrison's.
Thayor turned and formally extended his hand. "Oh, I beg your pardon! I " then his whole manner changed. "Why, Holcomb!" he exclaimed with delightful surprise. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you! And er your dear father how is he?" "First rate, thank you, Mr. Thayor. It seems kind of natural to see you again. Father was speaking about you the very day he left.
"What a place it is, what a place, Billy! And to find everything far better than I ever dreamed it would be." "I'm glad you're satisfied," was Holcomb's simple reply. The housemaid appeared with a silver tray. "Ah, there's our toddy!" exclaimed Thayor. "Thank you, Mary; you may put it between us. Bring us that little low table in the corner."
Breakfast over, the four struck into the woods in single file, en route for their runways, Hite taking the lead, the old dog trotting at the Clown's heels in silence, Holcomb bringing up the rear. "Now, friend," began Hite in a low tone to Thayor, "you'd better come with me, I presume; and, Billy, we'll go slow so's you'll have time to git down to whar that leetle brook comes into Big Shanty."
Will you come closer, Mr. Dinsmore" it was marvellous how he never omitted the prefix; "would you mind moving up so that you can listen the better? I am going to do what I can to end your sufferings." The hide-out shambled up and sat in a crouching position, the blanket about his shoulders, his hollow eyes fixed on Thayor.
Thar, now" here he pushed the old dog gently from him "lie down and take another snooze; ye're gittin' so blamed lazy ain't no comfort livin' with ye." Thayor bent the closer to listen. Every moment brought some new sensation to his jaded nerves. This making a companion of a dog and endowing him with human qualities and speech was new to him.
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