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They think I've done my day's work when I ride out on a gentle horse and look pleased at the landscape." Again were we diverted. A dozen alien beeves fed upon the Arrowhead preserves. Did I see that wattle brand the jug-handle split? That was the Timmins brand old Safety First Timmins. There must be a break in his fence at the upper end of the field. Made it himself likely.
There, not ten paces away, sitting up on its haunches and eying him contemplatively, was a gigantic wolf, much bigger, it seemed to him, than any wolf had any right to be. Timmins' first instinct was to spring to his feet, with a yell that would give the dreadful stranger to understand that he was a fellow it would not be well to tamper with. But his woodcraft stayed him.
He had accomplished his object, and he was too hardened by this time to feel any twinges of conscience. He was now going to meet the man Timmins by appointment, and buy from him the valuable papers in his possession. It was nine o'clock when the cab put him down in one of the noisy thoroughfares of Kentish Town. He paid the driver, and entered a public house on the corner.
Captain Timmins, an officer for courage and conduct not surpassed by any in our naval service, who commanded the Royal George, edged to within hail of the commodore, and recommended that the order should be given to tack in succession, bear down in a line a-head, and engage the enemy.
And the name stuck, and he was no more known as the "Englisher." "Any letters for the Apoos-tate?" The postmaster would mouth the question, repeating it after Timmins when he called for his mail. Small boys yelled the obnoxious title as he passed the log school on the corner; wee girls gazed after him, fascinated, as upon one destined for a headlong plunge into the lake of fire and brimstone.
As he spoke he took up a book that lay on the counter, and began to turn over the leaves. "Put that book down!" said the amiable Mr. Timmins. "I won't hurt it," replied Bobby, who had just fixed his eye upon some very pretty engravings in the volume. "Put it down!" repeated Mr. Timmins, in a loud, imperative tone.
"And what do you think, Timmins, of those fellows' account of the Austrian brig and the pirate? It seems somewhat strange, doesn't it?" said Bowse, as he walked the deck with his first officer as soon as they had put the ship on her former course. The speronara still lay hove to right astern, her outline every instant becoming more indistinct as the brig ran from her.
He was not by any means sure that he could spring to his feet. Still less was he sure that such an action would properly impress the great wolf, who, for the moment at least, seemed not actively hostile. Stillness, absolute immobility, was the trump-card to be always played in the wilderness when in doubt. So Timmins kept quite still, looking inquiringly at Lone Wolf.
"I shall put it down to unexpected losses, not connected with business; eh, Mr. Timmins? Or shall it be charity? It would never do to put down 'Betting losses." But this was plainly a little forced, and Morris waited till Mr. Timmins had gone out. "And you really meant that?" he asked. "You are really not anxious?" "No, I am not anxious," he said, "but but I shall be glad when he comes back.
He even went so far as to invite the Englisher to his own cabin, thereby greatly scandalizing his housekeeper a maiden sister of fifty-two, who had forestalled fate by declaring for the shelf at forty-nine. "What'll he be doing here?" the maiden demanded, indicating Timmins with accusatory finger on the occasion of his first visit.
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