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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Hold fast to my coat-tail," replied Bob, "and I'll show it to you in a minute." Lester being thus taken in tow was safely conducted up the bank. Presently he heard a door unlatched and opened, a match was struck and he found himself inside the shooting-box. He could scarcely have been more surprised if he had found himself inside a little palace.
Helling, afraid to speak lest his coin should be refused, walked noiselessly to the door and noiselessly unlatched it. "Wait a bit!" said Lincott. Helling stopped anxiously in the doorway. "Where have you slept" Lincott paused to steady his voice "for the last three weeks?" he continued. "Under arches by the river, sir," replied Helling.
And with that he passed out, leaving the door unlatched. Von Horn went straight to the south campong and sought out Bududreen. Motioning the Malay to follow him they walked across the clearing and entered the jungle out of sight and hearing of the camp. Sing, hanging clothes in the north end of the clearing saw them depart, and wondered a little.
Were he sure the king was alone it might be accomplished. Should he enter now or wait until the Princess Emma had been brought to the king? With the question came the answer a bold and daring scheme. His fingers sought the lock. Very gently, he unlatched it and pushed outward upon the panel. Suddenly the great doorway gave beneath his touch.
The music bells ran the gamut of old Scotch airs and ceased, while he sat there and waited patiently. Once a man stopped to look at the little dog, and Bobby promptly jumped on the wicket, plainly begging to have it unlatched. But the passer-by decided that some lady had left her pet behind, and would return for him.
At half-past seven that morning, Parson Babbage, who had risen early, after his wont, was standing on the Vicarage doorstep to respire the first breath of the pale day, when he heard the garden gate unlatched and saw Young Zeb coming up the path. The young man still wore his festival dress; but his best stockings and buckled shoes were stained and splashed, as from much walking in miry ways.
It was one of the songs he had sent to Miss Simpson, but he did not need this material proof that it was she whom he now heard. There was no question of what he should do. All doubt, all fear, had vanished; he had again but one impulse, one desire, one purpose. But he lingered at the gate till the song ended, and then he unlatched it and started up the walk towards the door.
He unlatched it, hesitated; she moved one foot forward, and he took a step at the same time which brought her across his path so closely that contact was unavoidable. And he kissed her. "Oh," she said. "So you are human after all! I often wondered." She looked up, trying to laugh, but could not seem to take it as coolly as she might have wished to.
The wind may have blown open the door if it had been unlatched, and the imagined footsteps in the hall may have been nothing but the rustling of the hangings, but still he was not satisfied. He ventured up the first flight and paused to listen. He thought he heard a movement above, but was not quite sure. He neither wished to intrude nor to frighten her unnecessarily, but he called her name.
And she unlatched the door of the tonneau and motioned him to enter. The return of Pablo Artelan to the hacienda with his employer's prisoner was a silent and dignified one up to the moment they reached the entrance to the palm avenue. Here the prisoner, apparently having gathered together his scattered wits, turned in the saddle and addressed his guard.
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