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That was the secret of little Raymond's pugnacious front and Weir's pompous air; and Ken realized that the same reason accounted for his own attitude toward them. He wanted very much to tell Raymond that he was a little grouch and Weir that he looked like a puffed-up toad. All the same Ken was not blind to Weir's handsome appearance.
Bah, you slimy reptile, you belong in a cess-pool!" Under Steele Weir's biting speech Sorenson's face went red and pale by turns. His lips twitched and worked, moving his mustache in little angry lifts, while he breathed with short spasmodic intakes. "First, you're after Mexican girls," Weir went on mercilessly. "Then Mary Johnson, whom I pulled out of your vile fingers.
Place tied the score in the second inning on Weir's fumble of Martin's difficult grounder, a sacrifice by Horton, and Griffith's safe fly back of second. With the score tied, the teams blanked inning after inning until the fifth. Wayne found Salisbury easy to bat, but a Place player was always in front of the hit. And Place found Peg Ward unsolvable when hits meant runs.
In midmost of the stream, embraced in the weir's shimmering arm-spread, a small island lay anchored, fringed close with willow and silver birch and alder. Reserved, shy, but full of significance, it hid whatever it might hold behind a veil, keeping it till the hour should come, and, with the hour, those who were called and chosen.
Relief and exultation replaced her depression of the moment before. She had succeeded; she had helped the lawyer outwit his enemies; she must now return home to await Steele Weir's arrival, or if he failed in that then go to the dam. In the outer room she bade the Mexican girl place the lamp on the table once more and blow it out. This was done. They groped forward to the door.
She will perhaps come to me of herself before long. But I will call and inquire after her." We parted; and I went at once to Catherine Weir's shop. She received me much as usual, which was hardly to be called receiving at all. Perhaps there was a doubtful shadow, not of more cordiality, but of less repulsion in it.
Martinez whirled about. "Ah, it's only you, Naharo." "He is a bad fighter, eh?" And the man, almost white because of intermixed blood, moved a hand in the direction Weir's car had gone. "Perhaps not bad. Quick with a gun, however," was the careful reply. "With his fists also. I saw, or if I did not see, I very nearly did so it is the same saw him use them in Bowenville.
He glanced triumphantly at the doctor and the girl. "But I did." "You!" both exclaimed. But before he could explain, the memory of the cattleman's threat recurred to Janet to banish thoughts of aught else than Weir's danger from her mind. "Mr. Sorenson said he was going up to the dam to shoot Mr. Weir," she exclaimed. "We must give warning." "Did he say he was going himself?" Johnson asked.
I looked straight into Weir's eyes as he came forward, ungainly and uncertainly, smiling half his dirty teeth bare, and mopping his yellowy face with a dirty handkerchief. To my astonishment he made not a single sign of recognition. I was his trump card, and he left me unplayed. "Sir James is a known Jacobite, my lord!" he quavered. "Quite right, Mr.
You see I had to get a new one made. And she pointed to where it hung on the wall. 'But that doesn't look new now, she would say. 'The lock was very hard to fit again. And so you see, sir, I was brought up as her nephew, though people were surprised, no doubt, that William Weir's wife should have a child, and nobody know she was expecting.
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