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"Howdy, sir?" she answered. Her daughter glanced indifferently in Ware's direction. She was a fine strapping girl, giving that sense of physical abundance which the planter admired. "They'd better keep her out of Murrell's way!" he thought; aloud he said, "Anybody with the captain?" "Colonel Fentress is." "Humph!" muttered Ware.
We tiptoed up, and I even drew my pistol to show that I wasn't being foolhardy. The big social room was empty. A couple of us went over and looked behind the bar, which was the only hiding place in it. Then we went back to the rear and tiptoed to the third floor. The meeting room was empty. So were the offices behind it. I looked in all of them, expecting to find Bish Ware's body.
The ways being now so dirty, and stopped up with the rayles which are this day set up in the streets, I would not go home, but went with him to his lodging at Mr. Ware's, and there lay all night. In the morning we were troubled to hear it rain as it did, because of the great show tomorrow.
It was Ware's turn to be aggressive now, for he had been laughed at not a little for being downed by so small an opponent. He spent some time and more strength in picking Jumbo up bodily from the mat and dropping him all over the place. Jumbo's practice at bridging stood him in excellent stead now, and he got out of many a tight corner by a quick, firm bridge or a sudden spin.
"Why, I'll do my best, Miss Dalstan," he promised. "You know what the boys are, though. They do love a story." "I am not going to have Mr. Ware's story published in every newspaper in New York," Elizabeth said firmly, "and the newspaper man who worms the history of Mr. Ware's misfortunes out of him, and then makes use of it, will be no friend of mine. Ask them to be sports, Mr.
She had not heard the prohibition of Morley, and did not hesitate to enter without knocking, supposing that no one was within. Meantime Daisy dressed herself very carefully in expectation of Ware's arrival. He was to take her for a ride in his motor before Church, and then they were to go to the service together.
Not at home, for I have been waiting to see her." "She's run way on Mr. Ware's motor-car," volunteered Trim, only to be clutched violently by his master. "Don't say that, you fool. You can't be sure of that, Mr. Morley," he added, turning to the scared man. "Make no remark about this until we can have a quiet talk about it." "But I say " "You can say it to the police officer in the morning."
Ware's health, but looked intently out through the window at the buildings opposite, and drummed with his fingers on the arms of his chair. Theron made haste to revert to his errand. "Of course, your not being in the Quarterly Conference," he said, "renders certain things impossible.
Bish took cognizance of the question, if not the questioner. "Tell them, if you please, Mr. Fieschi," he said. "Well, Mr. Ware is a Terran Federation Executive Special Agent," Fieschi said. "Captain Courtland and I have known that for the past five years. As far as I know, nobody else was informed of Mr. Ware's position." After that, you could have heard a gnat sneeze.
Ware noticed the expression on Henry's face and took reflection. "I must not let the yoke bear too heavy upon him," was his unspoken thought. But Paul's joy was unalloyed; he preferred life at Wareville to life in the wilderness amid perpetual hardships, and when they gave the great dinner at Mr. Ware's to celebrate the return of the wanderers he reached the height of human bliss.
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