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'Did I know the señor? 'No, never clapped eyes on him before. 'But he was a countryman of mine? With a suggestive shrug of the shoulders, 'I devoutly hoped not. 'Then it was his duty to make the señor his prisoner. "I imparted this information to Weems, who sweated. 'Can't you do anything for me, sir? he implored.
"One thing is clear," said Haigh, as I relit my pipe after finishing a full and exhaustive account of the day's doings "Weems hasn't been pumped. You've bawled the story abroad yourself." "How's that, and where?" "In the caffè at Genoa. You said there was a man sitting beside you?" "Not beside, but comparatively near say a dozen yards off.
And yet neither this criticism nor any other stemmed the outpouring of editions of it which must now number more than seventy. Weems doubtless thought that he was helping God and doing good to Washington by his offensive and effusive support of rudimentary morals. Weems had been dead a dozen years when another enemy sprang up.
If we'd possessed a grain of sense between us we should have started the moment we stepped ashore. Weems may be cooped up still, but that's only guess-work on our parts. It's quite possible he cleared himself directly after you left, and went to the Talayot straight away." Haigh blinked at me sleepily. "You're in the deuce of a flurry, old man. Been having evil dreams?
"Well, if that's the case," I broke in, "it seems to me our best plan will be to get ashore now, and go for our pickings in Talaiti de Talt without further delay. Weems is always seasick, so he told me, from the moment he leaves shore. He said it was a sign of a highly-organized mind, hinting that it was only coarse-fibred people who could keep their victuals under hatches in a roll.
To most of the world its very existence was unknown, and I did not think that either Haigh or Weems or Cospatric would ever guess the manner in which it had been carried off and transferred to an invisible shape.
"Three parts!" shrieked Weems, lifting up his pistol on to his elbow again, where it gleamed like a dancing mirror in the hot sunshine. Then as another thought struck him, he lowered the weapon to his side once more, and broke out into the ghost of a smile. "Oh, I see. Yes, of course. Two for me, Mr. Cospatric, and one for you. That's much more right and proper."
"I have brought these letters for you from my good friend Beverly Weems," said Arthur. "At his request, I have ventured to call in person, most happy, if you will forgive the presumption, in the opportunity." She gave her hand, and welcomed him gracefully and warmly, and, having introduced Mr. Searle, excused herself while she glanced at the contents of Beverly's letter.
"It is plausible," said Beauregard, at length. "Taylor, ride down to Bee and see about it. Captain Searle, you will report yourself to Colonel Hampton at once. He will have orders for you. Captain Weems, you will please see him provided for. Come, gentlemen, to the field!"
The idea grew up with the country, and became so ingrained in the popular thought that finally everybody was affected by it, and even the most stately and solemn of the Washington biographers adopted the unsupported tales of the itinerant parson and book-peddler. In regard to the public life of Washington, Weems took the facts known to every one, and drawn for the most part from the gazettes.
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