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Updated: May 14, 2025
Father Tomasso, crossing the path with the novice, suddenly saw a strange look of pain on the old priest's face, and started toward him just as the gate to the cloister garden swung back, revealing a picture that held him waiting. Four men a great Roman prelate, the General of San Ambrogio, Father Ramoni and Father Pietro, Ramoni's secretary were coming into the garden.
Little Jim sat at the quarry edge and dangled his legs over the derrick pit. The derrick was out of commission because once more the lift cable had parted. Big Jim Manning, Little Jim's father, was down in the pit with Tomasso, his Italian helper, disentangling the cables, working silently, efficiently, as was his custom. Little Jim bit his fingers and watched and scowled in a worried way.
Then there is at least one Austrian, a Spaniard from the Ferrer school, and Tomasso and Enrico, two Italians, rather heavily built, swarthy, bearded. They look the part. Of course there are others. But these in the main, I think, compose what might be called 'the inner circle' of the 'Group."
He had no time to loiter in the garden, and the story of the conversion of the people of Marqua was left to the quiet Fr. Pietro, who told the splendid tales of his Superior's great work, till Father Tomasso and Brother Luigi prayed to be given the opportunity to be Ramoni's servants in the far-away land of the western world.
This was just what he liked. "Owing to the absence of our beloved scoutmaster," Roy shouted, "and the sudden rise in the world of Tomasso Slade, alias Lucky Luke, alias Sherlock Nobody Holmes, and his unwillingness to run this show, because he saw General Pershing and is too chesty, I nominate for boss and vice-boss of this meeting, Blakeley and Harris, with a platform...."
Maurice and supped and slept near Tourouvre, in the heart of a primeval forest of oaks and pines. Philidor and Yvonne had followed close upon the steps of Tomasso the bear, keeping, so to speak, under the shadow of Cleofonte's protecting wing.
Tomasso laid the letter before him and left the room just as Father Ramoni, bidding his visitor a gay good-bye, turned back. Father Pietro was taking the letter from its large square envelope. He read it with puzzled wonder rising to his eyes. Before he came to its end he was on his feet. "No! No!" he cried. "It is impossible. It is a mistake." Father Ramoni turned quickly.
But there was no smile on that sweet lady's lips, nor in her eyes as they fell upon me and noted the evidences of suffering in my hollow cheeks and wasted form; on the contrary, she was at once all commiseration and sympathy as she expressed her gratification that it had fallen to the lot of one of her people to find me in the hour of my need, and to bring me to the shelter of her roof instead of leaving me to perish, as might very well have happened had the fisherman who found me been any other than Tomasso.
"We don't need any platform," Peewee shouted; "haven't we got the table?" "It's better to stand on the table than to stand on ceremonies," Dorry Benton vociferated. "Sure, or to stand on our dignity like Tomasso Slade," Westy Martin shouted. "Put away your hammer, stop knocking," Doc said. "Are we going to hike to-morrow or are we going to the city?" "Answered in the affirmative," Roy said.
"Maybe I haven't got any right to speak. I'm not on the staff, and as you might say, I'm through being a scout " "Never, Tomasso!" said a voice. "But I saw something that none of you saw and I know something that none of you know about except Mr. Temple, that I told it to, and the trustees. "Since I been assistant to Uncle Jeb that's two years I saw the Eagle award given out twice "
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