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One propelled a convict, clutching the collar of the dingy prison coat; the other carried a length of narrow ladder that was fashioned from strips of leather. "I reckon he hid out to work on this," said the guard. "Didn't you know that you couldn't get away with anything of that sort?" the warden demanded, angrily. The convict looked past the warden, straight into the eyes of Wagg.
Wagg lighted his pipe and went out and sat on the bench beside the camp's door, and when the two early visitors came puffing up the hill and confronted him he was to all appearances enjoying the delights of a bland fall morning and the comfort of an unruffled conscience.
Wagg was seeking information and at the same time he gave out a modest amount of revelation about himself and his need of a retired spot where he might recuperate. He explained that he wanted to find a camp in some place so remote that nobody would be coming around jarring his nerves. Eventually he got on track of what he wanted.
He implored her good-will at parties where he met her. He cringed and coaxed Rawdon at the club. He was allowed to come back to Gaunt House after a while. Becky was always good to him, always amused, never angry. Wenham, was much more prudent in his behaviour and opinions than Mr. Wagg.
He pledged himself to pay the sum of two thousand five hundred dollars from his own pocket, and Vaniman bitterly realized just why Britt had adopted that pose. Would Wagg be content with the sop of the reward? The man who had been declared dead knew that he must play for time. He ran over various plans in his head. He did not feel like blurting out the truth to Mr.
Wagg's great patron, who gave him dinners and lent him a little money sometimes, and whose election, newspaper, and other jobs Wagg did, gave the luckless fellow such a savage glance with the eyes as almost made him sink under the table and burst into tears. He looked piteously at my lord, who never spoke to him during dinner, and at the ladies, who disowned him.
Wagg lifted the flap of the van's cover. "Crawl in!" he commanded. "You'll find plenty of room along with the rest of the camping kit. Roll yourself up in the tent and take it easy. My nerves have been shocked by the terrible affair and I'm going into the mountains to recuperate. Doctor's orders!" He was grimly serious.
The three who had aligned themselves against Vaniman seemed to be getting along in a very friendly fashion, being bound by a common interest. From biscuits in hand the conversation passed to the prison fare in retrospect. Wagg admitted that the fare was a disgrace to the state.
"Plenty," stated Wagg. "And the three of you better hunt them holes, no matter who is coming." The short man, the tall man, and Vaniman needed no urging on that point. They ran, crouching low, and scrambled out of sight among the ledges of the craggy peak of Devilbrow.
Pendennis; we were just talking of your charming cousin." "Any relation to my old friend, Major Pendennis?" asked Mr. Wagg. "His nephew. Had the pleasure of meeting you at Gaunt House," Mr. Pen said with his very best air the acquaintance between the gentlemen was made in an instant. In the afternoon of the next day, the two gentlemen who were staying at Clavering Park were found by Mr.
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