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Ballantyne at the fire was looking back towards the tent. Thresk hurried out to him. The camel was crouching close to the fire saddled and ready. "You have time," said Ballantyne. "The train's not in yet," and Thresk walked to the side of the camel, where a couple of steps had been placed for him to mount. He had a foot on the step when he suddenly clapped his hand to his pocket.
"I think I'll close up a while and go down to the hotel where I can see better it's only forty minutes till she's due." "Might as well, everybody's down there. You won't sell as much as a pack of gum till the train's gone and this thing's off of people's minds."
The little Bobbsey boy saw the water from the cup spill all over the fat lady, and she held the silver vessel in her big, pudgy hand, looking curiously at it, as though wondering what had so quickly become of the water. "It's a wreck the train's off the track!" a man exclaimed. "We've hit something!" cried another.
Three market-women, a pedlar, and a local policeman made up with me the train's complement of passengers. I gathered that their business could wait; and as for mine well, a Norman porch is by this time accustomed to waiting. Let me describe the scene.
"I sent her out ten minutes ago for the milk. And if you want to get that first train to Scoville you've got to hurry." "Never mind the milk," laughed the young fellow. "The train's more important this morning." So he bolted the remainder of his breakfast, swallowed the black coffee, and ran out. He arrived at Scoville while the morning was still young.
His wife he married a month before he enlisted had been notified of his return; but I suggested that at St. Pancras we might telegraph to her the actual hour of the train's arrival, in case she should desire to meet it.
"Tell them, Caspar, how alarmed we were," added soft-voiced Aunt Yvonne. Grenfall was a silent, interested spectator. He somehow felt as if a scene from some tragedy had been reproduced in that briefest of moments. Calmly and composedly, a half smile now in his face, the soldierly Caspar narrated the story of the train's run from one station to the other.
You think hazily of the folk in their beds in the town left behind, who stir uneasily at the sound of your train's departing whistle; and so all is a blank vigil or a blank slumber. By daylight Basil and Isabel found themselves at opposite ends of the car, struggling severally with the problem of the morning's toilet.
I must learn whether the women vote, or in any way take part in the government. If so, these Indians are vastly our superiors, and we must sit humbly at their feet." During this talk the worn and wounded Thurstane had been lying asleep. He now appeared from his dormitory, nodded a hasty good-morning, and pushed for the door. "Train's all right," said Glover. "Jest took a squint at it.
As he had expected, there was nothing to be heard above the roar of the train's progress; and laying his hand on the door at the farther side, he proceeded cautiously to draw it back for about six inches. Then he stopped, and could not contain an ejaculation of surprise.
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