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"But Dave, I've never been out of your fights!" "You will be this time, Danny. Don't worry about it, either. In fact, I think that even now they are talking with Treadwell's friends." "You're wrong," murmured Dalzell, looking very solemn. In another moment the seconds had reached Darrin and his chum. "To-night?" asked Dave Quietly. "Time?" "Just after recall." "Good," murmured Darrin.
Rolf, Seymour, and Fiske, another Vermonter, skimmed out of Plattsburg harbour in the dusk, rounded Cumberland Bend, and at nine o'clock landed at Point au Roche, at the north side of Treadwell's Bay. Here they hid the canoe and agreeing to meet again at midnight, set off in three different westerly directions to strike the highway at different points.
He believed it was only surprise that had swayed him earlier. Lans, somehow, could not easily be fixed into place in the rough hill life. Lans, always at his ease in Boston, seemed oddly out of tune in Lost Hollow. But try as he might, Sandy could not feel like himself, with Treadwell's cheerful laugh and big-hearted, patronizing jollity resounding through the cabin.
Farley's opinion was that Dave was done for, unless he could land some lucky fluke in a knockout blow. "Go right in and land that youngster," Treadwell's own seconds were advising him. "Don't let him have the satisfaction of standing up to you for three whole rounds or more." "Do you think that little teaser is as easy as he looks?" growled Treadwell.
Four or five times Treadwell landed heavily on Darrin's ribs. The younger, smaller midshipman was getting seriously winded, but all the time he fought to save himself and to get that one opening. It came. Pound! Darrin's hard-clenched left fist dropped in on Treadwell's right eye. This time there was no exclamation from the bruised one. Alert Dave was careful to give him no chance.
Will Laydon had his trained white mice with him, Splash was on hand, ready to cling to the piece of cloth on Mr. Treadwell's coat, and some other animal pets were ready to do their share in the play. There was a final looking over of every one, mothers and sisters saw to it that the dresses and suits of the girls and boys were all right, and Mr.
"You can't expect me to come back after the things Uncle Cyrus has said to me." A look so bitter that it was almost venomous crept into Mrs. Treadwell's face. "He just did it to worry me, Oliver. He has done everything he could think of to worry me ever since he persuaded me to marry him.
Treadwell's illness had become one of those painful facts which people accept as naturally as they accept the theological dogma of damnation. It was terrible, when they thought of it, but they seldom thought of it, thereby securing tranquillity of mind in the face of both facts and dogmas. Even Virginia had ceased to make her first question when she met Susan, "How is your mother?"
For an instant the sweet smile faded, but it was for the loss of her mountains; not her doubt of her husband which drove it away. "Yes," she murmured. Then Sandy found his way back from his place of torment and he strode to the two in the middle of the room. He laid his hand upon Treadwell's shoulder, and all the smouldering passion in his heart rang in his words.
Treadwell's piazza. It was dated the morning of the previous day. An hour later he learned of the death of his uncle, who had been thrown from a fractious horse, not far from Mink Run, and had broken his neck in the fall. A hasty search of the premises did not disclose the concealed treasure. The secret lay in the mind of the stricken woman.
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