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The agitation of the lawyer and the secretary extended in milder form to the others in the room. "Travis, look around this room and see if you can identify the man that hired you to impersonate Herbert Whitmore!" said Britz. Travis's gaze wandered from face to face, finally fixing itself on Beard's drawn features. "That is the man!" he said, pointing a trembling forefinger at the secretary.
"I know something about it," she replied in a tone which left it for granted that Travis had told her before even we were called in. I felt that not unlikely Travis's set determination to fight might be traceable to her advice or at least to her opinion of him.
"Shoot! Why don't you shoot?" they shouted. "We are waiting to rush " Even where he stood, Richard Travis could see the old calm, quiet and now triumphant smile lighting up Tom Travis's face, and he knew he was thinking of Alice Alice, his bride.
"I may have," he repeated "but if I didn't see Tom Travis's ghost to-night there is no need to believe one's senses." He opened the door and let in two setters which fawned upon him and licked his hand. All his nervousness vanished. "No one knows the comfort of a dog's company," he said, "who does not love a dog?" Then he bathed his face and head and went to sleep.
There was no one to warm Travis's blankets, when he fell back upon camp about daybreak, reeking with cold perspiration, soaked with ditch-water and sore in every muscle from his frenzy of shoveling. He had had no supper the night before; his guest had eaten all the cooked food, burned all his light-wood kindlings, and forgotten to cover the bread-pail, and his bread was full of sand.
Captain Travis's consular outfit consisted of one full dress and one undress United States uniform. Albert put on the dress-coat over a pair of white flannel trousers, and looked remarkably brave and handsome. Stedman, who was only eighteen and quite thin, did not appear so well, until Albert suggested his padding out his chest and shoulders with towels.
Miss Travis Dent had invited her to spend a month with her at Wicklett Springs, a fashionable summer resort, in a house full of interesting people, whose sayings and doings were already familiar to her through the society columns of the daily papers. She was to be Travis's guest.
"I couldn't stay behind, after I read Travis's appeal for help," answered Henry Parker. "I guess a lot more of our men are coming, too." But in this Parker was mistaken; none others arrived at the ill-fated place.
He saluted her, after the custom of the country, claiming nothing on personal grounds but the privilege to look rather hard at the girlish figure silhouetted against the water. It was yet early enough for sky-gleams to linger on still pools, or to color the wimpling reaches of the ditch. Nancy was disappointed; she had not come out to see a strange rider passing on Travis's gray horse.
He's no good at long range 'cept with a big gun, sir. Don't give him the Winchester. Give it to me, please, sir." Albert met Stedman in the plaza, and pulled off his blazer, and put on Captain Travis's now his uniform coat, and his white pith helmet.
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