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They might treat me pretty roughly." The watch on deck was changed and Wingate went below. Asa Carey was in command of the yacht and he, too, wanted to know why Sam was up at such a late hour. The boy told him, but said nothing to the mate of Wingate's strange actions. When Sam turned in, Dick wanted to know if he was sick. "No, only restless, Dick," he replied.
Wingate's outriders moved out before noon of one day, intending to locate camp at the ford of the Big Vermilion. Four miles in advance they unexpectedly met the scout of the Missouri column, Bill Jackson, who had passed the Wingate train by a cut-off of his own on a solitary ride ahead for sake of information.
"It was a swindle Josephine not turning up," Sarah continued, as she stretched herself out in Wingate's easy-chair. "Domestic ructions again, I suppose. How I do hate that husband of hers!" "It was disappointing," he admitted. There was a brief pause, during which Sarah finished her sandwiches and lit a cigarette.
Dredlinton shook his head reproachfully at Miss Lane. "Flossie," he continued, "you ought to know better. Besides, you will waste your time. Mr. Wingate's taste in women is of a very superior order. Doesn't care about your sort at all. He likes saints. That's right, isn't it, Wingate?" "You seem to know," was the cool reply.
Therefore, Wingate's Pond was not used as much as the river for skating; but this winter the ice was as smooth and solid as if it had been frozen artificially, so the High School boys and girls could not resist the temptation to skim over its surface.
Quite an assemblage of villagers had gathered to witness the operation of unloading the ponies, and they gazed with interest as each Overland girl in turn stepped up to claim her mount as it was led slipping down the gangway. Hippy Wingate's pony, a western bronco that he had acquired that summer, was the last of the ponies in the car.
The following morning this friend took him to the constable's house, and they then proceeded together to Mr. Wingate's. A few inquiries showed the magistrate that he had entirely mistaken the character of the Samsell meeting and its object.
He could see her hesitation, which made it hard for him, coveting sight of her always, loath to leave her. Now a sudden wave of something, a directness and frankness born in some way in this new world apart from civilization, like a wind-blown flame, irresponsible and irresistible, swept over Molly Wingate's soul as swiftly, as unpremeditatedly as it had over his.
Pike was short and stout, but with a martial and determined eye, and as she spoke she began to measure out a first dose with her glance fixed on young Bud, who turned white around his little mouth and clung to the fence. Susie's sobs rose to a wail and Eliza shuddered in Miss Wingate's skirt. "Wait a minute, Mis' Pike," said Mother hurriedly, "are you sure they have et cherry seeds?
We'll be around at the office later on. You got Mr. Phipps' message? We've made up our minds to sell wheat sell it. What the devil does it matter to you why? We are selling it to save " Wingate's pistol had stolen from his pocket. Rees glared at it for a moment and then went on. "To save an injunction from the Government. We have private information.
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