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He was a handsome fellow, and his manners and language bespoke him a man of education. After the moment's hesitation, he again touched his cap and quitted the little garden, walking with quick, brisk steps and erect carriage away towards the upper end of the row. Mrs. Truscott stood silently looking after him a moment, then she turned: "Did you notice his hands, Marion?"
I was mistaken;" and Turner well knew that when his wife got so far as to admit that she had been mistaken, it meant that in some way she had been playing the mischief. He never read, therefore, all her graphic details of Ray's mysterious flirtation with Mrs. Truscott, or of the thrilling evidence in Mrs. Turner's possession of his guilt.
How could they exclude him at such a time? Grace was in an ecstasy of pride and joy over her Jack's splendid charge, and Marion Sanford, who gloried in deeds of valor, sat wondering if it were really true that she knew the man whose name was on every lip, gallant, daring Ray, that that even then, as Truscott wired them, he never forgot he was riding for her colors.
"What do you want to know?" "Is Mr. Captain Truscott rich?" "If my individual experiences are indicative, I should say he was boundless in wealth and prodigality." "Why?" "He lent me a hundred dollars when I was East on leave, and I know he never expects to see it again." "I declare, Mr. Blake, you are as bad as Mr. Ray!" "They are scoundrels and substractors that say so of me. Mrs.
Truscott with questions. It was agreed that they should tell Mrs. Stannard and seek her advice, but avoid all talk with others. Such resolutions are all very well, but rather impracticable in view of the indomitable energy with which the sex will pursue a train of inquiry.
"Truscott starts to-night, and the horse board will break up next week, so we'll have Jack and Ray with us inside of ten days." "Precisely. Now, Wilkins, if you want a nice mud-bath for your head, there's an elegant spot back of the stables. Come on, Billings, I'm going to camp." And with that he left, followed by all the cavalrymen but Wilkins and his associate Crane.
He was getting lots of fun out of life just now despite his aches and pains, and was being chaffed extensively for replacing so readily the absent and lamented Gleason, the one thing that seemed to mar his happiness. Mrs. Truscott had been ailing for two or three days, and the ladies were wont to stop at her door each morning to make inquiries and suggestions. Mrs.
Blake briefly told them how calm and brave Ray was, how he had refused to explain about the pistol, or to give any particulars of his quarrel with Gleason, merely saying it had been of long standing. There were many things that he, Blake, must attend to at once, and so, if they would excuse him, he wished to see Mrs. Truscott a moment, and she followed him to the piazza falteringly.
Raymond. "You were at the Point last month. Is it true that Captain Truscott has a good deal of money now?" "Can't prove it by me, madame," said Merrill, sententiously. "Ask Blake. He's our Jenkins. How is it, Blake?" "Don't call me pet names, dearie. 'When my tongue blabs then let mine eyes not see," declaimed Mr. Blake, sauntering up to the group and swinging a long, lean leg over the railing.
Then came the march to meet the regiment, the royal, ringing welcome, a day devoted to lionizing Ray, greeting the new officers, choosing horses, assigning recruits to companies, and then a dash down the Cheyenne, a week's ride in the glad October sunshine, and, one brilliant evening as they returned, heading in toward the agencies, there met them the courier with despatches and letters, and Ray's heart went bounding up into his throat as four dainty envelopes, all addressed in the same hand, were lifted up to him as he sat on Dandy, and then Jack Truscott came riding quickly to his side, his eyes glowing, though wet with emotion, his lips compressed, yet a world of joy and gratitude shining in his face.
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