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If you do not take him into custody, it is perfectly plain that you are deliberately shielding him that you are making a joke of the law." Watkins's face reddened angrily. "Mebbe I'm makin' a joke of it " he began. "Of course we can't force you to arrest this man," resumed Hollis, interrupting Watkins.
And Bill did two hands, in fact, and some accentuated feet. The fourth man, presumably Jim, had apparently turned aside and made off in a different direction. At any rate, he did not join the trio. Mr. Watkins's memory of the incidents of the next two minutes is extremely vague.
"I'm sure they'll like you," responded Edward. "I hope they will. I shall try to make them. But the baby will be a delight, any way." At Rosemont, to Dr. Watkins's disappointment, they found Grandmother Emerson and the automobile waiting at the station. Edward bowed his farewell and went off upon his errand, and Mrs. Emerson and Miss Merriam drove to Mrs.
Watkins's hand the envelope marked with the number indicated was instructed where to look for his valentine. Helen found hers inside of the piano. The Ethels turned up diagonal corners of the rug in the northwest corner of the library and discovered two flat packages. Margaret sought out a small bundle tied to the electrolier on the right hand side of the hall. So it went.
Fulkerson, and we will go at once." "I suppose I could still get Watkins's former place," March suggested. "Never!" she retorted. "Telegraph instantly!" They were only afraid now that Fulkerson might have changed his mind, and they had a wretched day in which they heard nothing from him. It ended with his answering March's telegram in person.
I'm not superstitious, I think, but somehow this thing impresses me, and to Cairo I shall go if only to receive Si Watkins's letter when it comes," he added with a smile. Then he began a more practical train of thought. "I've food enough now," he reflected, "to last me scantily for a few days.
"I'll find the beans, an' yer can go an' buy Bob Watkins's shop out as it stands," said Mrs Yabsley, proudly. "Fair dinkum!" cried Jonah, in amazement. Ada put down her novelette and stared, astonished at the turn of the conversation. It flashed through her mind that her mother had some mysterious habits.
It was four miles distant, and the farmer's man would stop for him on his way from town, the next afternoon. What a beautiful object was farmer Watkins's homestead, lying as it did on the sunny slope of a hill; its gray stone walls, peeping out from between the giant trees that overshadowed it, while everything around and about gave evidence of abundance and comfort.
When they arrived at the sheriff's office there were a number of men congregated about the door. Inside a kerosene lamp flickered on a table that sat in the center of the room. Another lamp stood on Watkins's desk, and beside the desk sat Watkins himself. Conversation died away as Hollis and his men approached the door and stood in the stream of light from the interior.
Fulkerson, and we will go at once." "I suppose I could still get Watkins's former place," March suggested. "Never!" she retorted. "Telegraph instantly!" They were only afraid now that Fulkerson might have changed his mind, and they had a wretched day in which they heard nothing from him. It ended with his answering March's telegram in person.
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