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And yet no matter what had occurred, Tobey had not been on the hill. His shoes bore mute testimony to that. And the scream had been on the slope. She frowned. Her body more bent than ever, she hobbled slowly over to the stove and laid the shoes on the big shelf above it, spreading them out to the rising heat. She had barely arranged them when there was again the sound of approaching footsteps.
In the spring Tobey, the Negro minister of the Baptist Church a man illiterate, but with much native sense after morning service, said: 'Brethren, there's gwine to be a 'lection here next week, and I wants you all to vote in de light dat God has gin you to see de light, but I spects to vote wid de taters. Now, this may seem ludicrous, but Tobey, in that act, was a fit representative of the white man in politics for every class of American citizens except the Negro divide their vote and put it where to them personally it will do the most good."
As Beth and Patsy turned, panting, and from their elevation looked up the room, the cowboys gave a bellow of rage and rushed forward. "Keep back!" shouted the Major, in stentorian tones, "I'll shoot the first man that interferes." Noting the grim determination in the old soldier's eye, they hesitated and came to a halt. "What do you mean by this infernal nonsense?" cried Tobey, in disgust.
In a corner was an old square piano, which a Mexican was trying to dust as the party entered. "Welcome to Hades!" exclaimed Tobey, with an absurd gesture. "Be good enough to make yourselves at home and I'll see if those devils of Chinamen are getting luncheon ready." Silently the prisoners sat down.
This time even Tobey flushed. "You've a sharp tongue, Miss Doyle, and it's liable to lead you into trouble," he retorted, losing for the moment his suave demeanor. "We may be brutes and I imagine we are but we're not dangerous unless provoked." It was savagely said, and Uncle John took warning and motioned Patsy to be silent. "Lead the way, sir," he said.
"No, we set 'em off in a boat, within sight of the coast. Ned Rackham was too shrewd to bloody his hands, bein' helpless in this tub of a snow which could neither fight nor show her heels if she was chased." Few men as there were aboard the snow, they were smartly disciplined and kept things shipshape, as Peter Tobey noted when he climbed on deck.
"Tobey wears my shoes," said Brenner. Mrs. Brenner gasped. She advanced to Munn. "What you asking all these questions for?" she pleaded. Munn did not answer her. After a moment he asked, "Did you hear a scream this afternoon?" "Yes," she answered. "How long after the screaming did your son come in?" She hesitated. What was the best answer to make? Bewildered, she tried to decide.
The feeble light fell on the round, vacant face of her son, his inevitable pasteboard box, grim with much handling, clutched close to his big breast, and in it the soft beating and thudding of imprisoned wings. Mrs. Brenner's voice was scarcely more than a whisper, "Tobey!" but it rose shrilly as she cried, "Where you been? What was that scream?"
Tobey tossed her head angrily. "I see," said Mr. Jayres, "I see. And you want me to take the matter in hand, I suppose, and see if I can recover the money, eh?" "Oh, dear!" said Mrs. Tobey, in a disappointed tone, "I thought from the piece in the paper that the money was all ready for us." "You mustn't be so impatient," soothingly responded Mr.
"I'm sorry we have no wine; but there's plenty of whiskey, if you like it," remarked Tobey. The girls were silent and ate little, although they could not help being interested in observing the bohemianism of these gently reared but decadent sons of respectable English families.
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