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Loring chewed his cigar reflectively, wishing his companion would open the way to free speech on the subject presumably nearest his heart. He had a word of comfort, negative comfort, to offer, but it might not be said until Kent should give him leave by taking the initiative. Kent broke silence at last, but the prompting was nothing more pertinent than the chalking-up of the delayed train's time.
The train's due the very time the funeral's to start, but that train's always late, though they say the ingine-driver is an Orangeman! And the funeral will start at the time fixed, or I don't know the boys that belong to the lodge. So it's up to We, Us & Co. to see the thing through, or go bust. It don't suit me.
And the defeat of earthly dreams was endurable. They walked back down the wheat lanes hand in hand, as dusk shadowed the valley; and when they reached the house he told her gently that he must go. "But you will stay to-night?" she whispered. "No. It's all arranged," he replied, thickly. "They're to drive me over my train's due at eight.... I've kept it till the last few minutes."
It seems a little crude, but perhaps it means that we are an intensely literary and artistic people." She continued to find comparisons revealing to her their appositeness, until her journey had ended by the train's slackening speed and coming to a standstill before the rural-looking little station which had presented its quaint aspect to Lady Anstruthers on her home-coming of years before.
She turned it over, curiously, but it proved to be an advertisement of some sort of machinery and she threw it from her, impatiently. "Supper's ready, Sophy," cried a shrill voice. "Train's in and father'll be here in a minute. Get the table fixed." "I'm coming," she answered. For a minute she busied herself putting down plates and knives and forks. She heard her father coming in.
An' dis is de Holy Sabbath day, too, de day de Lord done special set apart fur h'istin' a oxes out'n a ditch, es much less'n salvation's train. "Now, who gwine fetch in de nex' wheel, my brothers, my sisters, my sinner-frien's? Who gwine fetch a wheel? Dat's it! Heah come a wheel two wheels three wheels; fetch one mo'; heah, a odd wheel; de train's a-saggin' down lop-sided fur one mo' wheel!
After a time, they sped across a bridge, where a burn splashed noisily down a ravine, and John asked: "How long have we got, sir?" "Ten minutes, if the train's punctual." "And where's the other car, sir?" Foster, whose eyes were dazzled by the match he had struck, looked round and saw a misty flash in the dark. "About half a mile behind, I think." "Very good, sir.
But where is father? The boy looked discontentedly at his watch. 'He vowed he'd be here by five. I must be off by a few minutes after eight. 'The train's late. He'll be here directly, said Pamela confidently; 'and I say don't you hurt Alice's feelings, old man. 'Don't you preach, Pam! said the boy, laughing.
It seemed singular to me afterward that the one answer to all of these small mysteries should not have suggested itself at once. But it did not. The end of the conductor's run the point which I had paid fare came at midday at the capital of the State, where there was a stop long enough to enable the train's people or those who chose to evade the dining-car to seek a lunch counter.
To the consternation of the train's crew left behind in the station, the train was now gathering speed. Their shouts in turn alarmed the few passengers, who regarded the precipitate entrance of Juve in amazement. Finally a cry from the powerful lungs of Wulf was heard above all the other noises. A name shouted in terror: "Fantômas!"
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