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He dwelt on that theme whenever the two talked, and he played all the variations. Furthermore, he complained because Vaniman was not showing his gratitude in more hearty fashion. "I catch you looking at me like a youngster would look at a bumblebee crawling across his bare foot. I don't ask to be taken into your bosom as your main and particular chum understand that!
Britt stopped short of what that rival might expect, but his expression indicated that the matter was of even more moment than his affair with the voters of the town. When Vona left him that afternoon, Vaniman paced the floor.
Vaniman possessed youth's confidence in his ability to make good in the world. He wondered if it would not be well to have a general show-down in the Harnden family, in order that when he went away from Egypt he might go with the consolation of knowing that Vona was waiting for him, her love sanctioned. Pondering, he arrived in front of Egypt's humble town hall.
The attitude of Tasper Britt, who kept by himself in his own office; who offered not one word of suggestion or explanation or consolation; who surveyed Vaniman, when the two met at the tavern, with the reproachful stare of the benefactor who had been betrayed Britt's attitude was sufficiently significant. Vaniman was waiting to see what Britt would do in the crisis that was approaching.
"There's a corner on 'most everything these days, but it's really too bad for a man like Britt to have a corner on so much valuable knowledge," sighed the short man. And the tall man sighed and agreed. Mr. Wagg was catching up. With the appearance of a man who had been running and was out of breath he panted, "What's what's gong to be done about it?" Vaniman made no suggestions.
Since Frank had been penned up where he could not fight, she had felt that she was the champion for their mutual interests, and she was resolved to keep on valiantly. "Father, you know how I stand in the matter of Frank Vaniman." "I have broken your engagement with that jailbird." "Vona, I have told you repeatedly that I will never consent to your marrying that man," shrilled Mrs. Harnden.
Vaniman was clearly not the captain of his soul in those distressing circumstances. He was displaying symptoms of collapse. Squire Hexter noted and acted. "Wincott, this boy must not stay here in this town any longer. If that prison guard runs afoul of him before I get matters under way at the shire, Frank will be galloped back to his cell in order to make a grandstand play. I've got to be going.
I understand fully what a fix I'm in unless this whole muddle is cleared up," confessed the cashier, plaintively. He had been putting his hand to his head. "I think I must have been stunned by a blow." Starr, without asking permission, ran his hand over Vaniman's head. "No especially big lump anywhere!" Vaniman spanned a space on his head between thumb and forefinger.
Frank and Vona had definitely adopted the policy of waiting, and he resolved to take no chances on having that policy prejudiced by anybody carrying random stories to Britt, reports that the cashier had said this or the other. Vaniman took occasion to reassure Mr. Britt on that point, and the latter had displayed much gratitude. "If you don't hurt me, Frank, I won't hurt you!"
I told Bixby that for the purposes of demonstration he might count one hundred slow and then figure that he had used up the oxygen in the vault, and then, if nobody came to open the door, he could well, he isn't in there to commit suicide, but only to create an impression. I ask again any comments?" Vaniman shook his head. Then the door swung open. Bixby was on his back, his heels in the air.
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