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He's mad over the idea that every stranger he sees " The prisoner quickly interrupted. "Please!" he begged, "don't blame the boy. He behaved extremely well. Might I speak with you alone?" he asked. Judge Van Vorst led the way across the terrace, and to the smoking-room, that served also as his office, and closed the door.
Because he deserves just as much credit as though he had, and because it's best he shouldn't know whom he did capture." Van Vorst pointed to the map. "My bet is," he said, "that you're an officer of the State militia, taking notes for the fall manoeuvres. Am I right?" The stranger smiled in approval, but shook his head. "You're warm," he said, "but it's more serious than manoeuvres.
He was spending the week-end with "Squire" Harry Van Vorst, and as young Van Vorst, besides being a justice of the peace and a Master of Beagles and President of the Country Club, was also a local "councilman" for the Round Hill Scouts, he brought his guest to a camp-fire meeting to talk to them.
When the Germans are shelling this hill, when they're taking your hunters to pull their cook-wagons, maybe, you'll believe THEN." "Are you serious?" demanded Van Vorst. "And you an army officer?" "That's why I am serious," returned McCoy. "WE know.
Rasco had discovered the German boomer sweeping up a side trail. Humpendinck had made out Rasco but a second before and now shouted for the man of the plains to halt. "What is it, Dutchy?" called out Rasco, when they were within speaking distance. "Vot ist it? Donner und blitzen, Rasco, it vos der vorst news vot efer you heard!" burst from Carl Humpendinck's lips.
Nor in the case of poor Conrad Vorst did he manifest more toleration or dignity.
Jimmie fell from the tonneau. In concealing his sense of triumph, he was not entirety successful. "I got him!" he cried. "I didn't make no mistake about THIS one!" "What one?" demanded Van Vorst. Jimmie pointed dramatically at his prisoner. With an anxious expression the stranger was tenderly fingering the back of his head. He seemed to wish to assure himself that it was still there.
The Tulliwuddle slogan, pronounced with the most conscientious accuracy of which a Sassenach was capable, proved as effective a curtain as he had anticipated; and amid a perfect babel of cheering and bagpiping the chieftain was led to his host's carriage. "Well, the worst of it is over," said Bunker cheerfully. The Baron groaned. "Ze vorst is only jost beginning to gommence."
Her face, always pale, had not changed; but her lips were curiously white. August Vorst saw this and it pleased him. Also, her eyes were worth looking at, if you liked to hurt people and that was the only pleasure August took in life. He would drink this delightful cup of revenge for her long years of disdainful kindness ah, he would drink it slowly to prolong its sweetness.
Nor is there yet any mention of the hangman: the mere burning by any menial official being, thought stigma enough. It is also remarkable that the books which chiefly roused James's anger to the burning point were the works of foreigners of Paræus, Suarez, and Vorst.
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