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The shock of the girl's appearance had awed them both. They were nearing the toolhouse before Scraggy came into Lem's mind. The whole situation was changed, now that Flea was coming to him. It was the same to him whether she wanted to come or not; nor did it matter that he had promised Screech Owl that she should be in the scow.
"Ye said we had, Screechy, and I know we have. Now, get up out of that there snow, or ye'll freeze." The scowman helped Screech Owl to her feet, and supported her back over the graves to the toolhouse. "Ye stay here till I come for ye, Scraggy, and don't ye dare go 'way no place. Do ye hear?"
He started briskly off towards Peter's own toolhouse, a low red-tiled pavilion, opposite the door of Marietta's kitchen. Peter was on the point of calling to him, of remonstrating. Then he thought better of it. He would wait a bit, and watch. He waited and watched; and this was what he saw.
"Near the Coon Creek Bridge," flung back Jack over his shoulder. "We ought to sight it at any moment now." He peered through the blackness ahead. The searchlights failed to show any bridge. But the young driver saw an abandoned cottage by the roadside which had formerly been used as a toolhouse. Just beyond it he knew the bridge should loom up with its white railings.
At an abrupt turn of it I came upon a low white building, with dark doors and dark shuttered windows, evidently not inhabited and scarcely in the ordinary sense inhabitable a thing more like a toolhouse than a house of any other kind. Made idle by the heat, I paused, and, taking a piece of red chalk out of my pocket, began drawing aimlessly on the back door drawing goblins and Mr.
From here he eyed the Brimbecomb mansion for some minutes; then he cast his glance to the steps of the Shellington home beyond. After a few seconds a young man ran down the stairs, and Lon slunk back to Lem in the toolhouse. An instant later both men were startled by the cry of an owl. Lem rose uneasily, while Lon stared into the darkness. "That weren't a real owl, were it, Lon?" Lem muttered.
Cleggett directed it toward the door of an unpainted toolhouse, a temporary structure near one of the immense stone pillars from which the bridge is swung. But, as he lunged, the toolhouse door opened, and a policeman, who was coming out wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, received a jab in the pit of a somewhat protuberant stomach.
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