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I saw him at the Trevises Thursday; he seemed utterly used up. Do you think he would come if we asked him, Sam? Besides," she added cleverly, "I should like him to see Margaret." Thayor stopped abruptly and looked at his wife with a curious expression. "So should I," he replied with some severity.
That's where the peddler part of it struck me." Thayor made no attempt to reply; he was listening as calmly as a lawyer to a defence. "There are a lot of the boys here who think Bergstein is all right," Holcomb continued, "but neither Freme, Hite, nor myself liked his looks from the first.
They, too, looked at Thayor's purchase as a gold mine. Morrison had done a thriving business with the stout little tumblers with bottoms half an inch thick. Bergstein frequently treated when they growled over the bad food he treated liberally, and they forgot. He blamed it on Thayor and they agreed.
"If Billy Holcomb had only give us a leetle more time, Hite," came a voice, "we'd had things fixed up slicker'n they be; but she won't leak a drop, that's sartain, and if this here Mr. Thayor hain't too pertickler " "Billy allus spoke 'bout him as bein' humin, Freme," returned his companion, "and seein' he's humin I presume likely he'll understand we done our best.
"I need not explain to you further," Thayor resumed, "that the statements are pure forgeries. You will readily see that it was Bergstein's method to open a small account at these reputable houses and add the rest." "I tink he been one beeg rascal hein!" grinned Le Boeuf. There were others present who were still unconvinced. "Anything further, Mr. Dollard?" asked Thayor sharply.
Its bend above the nodding cedars where Thayor had killed his deer had succeeded in turning the course of the fire. The shore upon which the refugees stood was untouched. The brook in the chaos of running fire had saved their lives. Still the fire roared on and although the torrent kept it at bay it went wild in the bordering wilderness.
Thayor was shooting now shooting as if his life depended upon it. His first shot went wild, the bullet striking against a rock. The second sent the buck to his knees; in a second he was up again. It was the fourth shot that reached home, just as the deer gained the mass of boulders and hemlocks.
"Blakeman," exclaimed Holcomb, unable to contain himself longer, "the man whom you and I serve is my friend. Sam Thayor never did a mean thing in his life he's not that kind. It's his daughter, too, whom I am thinking about. You've known them both as well as I do longer in fact " "And far better," added Blakeman. "It is a pleasure to serve a master like Mr.
It would stop suddenly and then I'd hear the brush crack again on the left." Thayor was leaning now with his elbows on the table, as absorbed as a child listening to a fairy tale. The others sat with their eyes fixed on the speaker. "Any unusual noise at night must be looked into, and I threw a handful of birch bark on the fire and reached for Ed's Winchester.
"Billy," he began at length. Holcomb started; it was the first time the banker had called him "Billy." Suddenly Thayor looked up, and Holcomb saw that the gray eyes were dim with tears. "You're not sick, are you, Mr. Thayor?" asked Holcomb, starting toward him. "No, my boy," replied Thayor huskily; "I've been happy for a whole day, that is all. Happy for a whole day. Think of it!"
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