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Ephraim watched the proprietor of the Rovers as the man sauntered away. "Yeou're a gol-dinged gambler, that's what yeou be!" muttered the Vermonter. "Yeou're a man that's allus lookin' for suckers, and yeou think yeou've ketched one naow. Waal, mebbe yeou have, but we'll see abaout that. I kinder guess yeou're due to bunt up ag'inst a red-hot surprise to-morrer.
Thorold turned on me again a wonderfully gentle look, for a gay, fiery young Vermonter, as I knew him to be. "It wanted only that!" he said. "And the orders, Miss Randolph what 'orders' are you expecting? You said orders." "Orders may be given by a sign," I said. "They need not be in words." He smiled. "I see, you have studied the subject."
The Vermonter took his seat on the extreme edge of the sofa, squared his shoulders, pulled up the points of his high collar, touched together the tips of all his fingers, and looked straight at his hostess. "I am greatly obliged to you for coming," she began, "for I know how busy you are, but I have a question to ask of you which I feel sure you can answer better than anyone I know.
"He doesn't believe you'll dare fight him," continued. Sammy, concealing a grin with his hand. "That's what he's counting on. If you put on a bold front, you'll scare him out of his shoes. I'll bet he'll run away before the word is given to fire." "Think so?" asked the Vermonter, eagerly. "Do ye really?" "Of course. Look how much more of him there is than there is of you.
The Buckeye, on which Evaleen and her friends took passage, carried a cargo for the Southern market. The crew numbered eight picked men, commanded by Eli Winslow, a talkative Vermonter, with none too much experience on the Mississippi, but overstocked with self-confidence.
"We'll come over here an' learn ye how to enjoy yerself some day," one of them said. "I'm pretty well posted on that subject now," Samson answered. It is likely that they would have begun his schooling at once but when they came out into the store and saw the big Vermonter standing in the candlelight their laughter ceased for a moment. Bill was among them with a well filled bottle in his hand.
He did everything he could to take care of me. He knows nothing it all about it." "Who is it, then?" "He was a cadet then, papa; he is in the army now." "Who is he?" "He is from Vermont; his name is Thorold." "Not a Southerner?" "No, papa. Do you care very much for that?" "Is he in the Northern army, Daisy?" "He could not help that, papa; being a Vermonter."
As Frank expected, he found Ephraim once more surrounded by a mob who were having sport at his expense. Fortunately for Merriwell's scheme, the country boy was rather angry, and felt more like fighting than doing anything else. "Mr. Gallup," said Frank, as he forced his way through the throng and confronted the Vermonter, "I am here in behalf of a friend whom you have sorely insulted."
"Waal," chuckled the Vermonter, "if you want to express your tongue, send it to the Adams Express Company." "Maype I think dot vos a coot choke!" sneered Hans. "You alvays vos so funny, Ephie, dot you caused me puckets uf tears to veep." Frank presented Juanita and Mrs. Morton, and when it was all over Hans sank on a chair, quite overcome.
West's printers arrived, and he, too, finding the door locked, sat down by the side of the stranger, and entered into conversation with him. "I saw," said this printer to me many years after, "that he was an honest, good young man, and, being a Vermonter myself, I determined to help him if I could."
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