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Peavey, and she failed to notice Miss Wingate's horrified expression at such a prospect. "How's Mis' Bostick, Tom? That is, how do your Mother say she are, for I couldn't trust your notion in such a case as her'n." "I think Mother feels worried over her to-day," answered the Doctor gently, with not a trace of offense at his neighbor's outspoken question.
Soft glances and words hinting at tenderness, sighs and half-spoken appeals were all made to serve their obvious purpose. If Wingate's responses were a little artificial, he still made no attempt to hurry through the meal. He seemed perfectly content to consider the attractions which his companion heaped into the shop window of her being.
Then dimly, but instinctively, discerning the glass of liquor which Wingate still mechanically held in his hand, he reached forward eagerly, took it from Wingate's surprised and unresisting fingers, and drained it at a gulp. The four men laughed vaguely, but not as cheerfully as they might. "I was just shutting up," began Harkutt, dubiously.
This condition of affairs continued for some little time, until finally Elfreda rode out into a rugged, rocky clearing and made a discovery that, for the moment, left her speechless. Hippy Wingate's pony was browsing at tender blades of grass that were sprouting from crevices in the rocks, but its saddle was empty. "Hippy! Oh, Hippy!" called Miss Briggs. There was no response to her call.
Here, you!" he called. The men came near. "Where'd you come from?" One of them pointed back to the boat, seen dimly on the sand. "Was that you howling a while ago, 'Roll Jordan, or something?" "Yes, massa." "And where did you come from? no, you needn't look back there again, I mean, where did you and the boat too come from?" "Come from Mass' George Wingate's place, massa." "Far from here?"
"I listen for footsteps in the streets," she confessed. "I am afraid!" "Needlessly," he assured her. "I know for a fact that Shields is off the scent." "But he is not a fool," she answered hastily. Wingate's smile was full of confidence. "Dear," he said, "I do not believe that you have anything to fear. There have been no loose ends left. Behind your front door is safety."
They can't imagine that they can hustle me into the market?" "Henry was very much in earnest," she told him. Wingate's face darkened for a moment. "They couldn't suspect No, that wouldn't be possible!" "Suspect what?" "That my enmity to the B. & I.," he went on, in a low tone, "is beginning to take definite shape." "Just what do you mean by that?" she asked.
Phipps' waistcoat was unbuttoned, and his eyes, in the gathering light, were streaked with blood. "Mr. Rees!" the inspector exclaimed. "And Mr. Phipps! Here? Why, I've a dozen men all over the country looking for you two gentlemen!" There was a dead silence. Wingate's hand had stolen into his pocket, in which there was a little bulge, Rees seemed about to speak, then checked himself.
She begun about the 'beautiful' sermon that Mr. Perley preached at the last 'Come-Outers'' meetin'. That was what started me thinkin' about the grave, I guess. Then she pitched into Seth Wingate's wife for havin' a new bunnit this season when the old one wan't ha'f wore out.
"That is none of your business who they or we are!" retorted Hippy Wingate sternly. "Say, you fellow! Looking for trouble?!" demanded Hi in an even voice. "Pass that bucket to me!" commanded Hippy. "Ye want thet bucket, hey?" leered the desert rider. Then, quick as a flash he emptied the contents of it over Lieutenant Wingate's head.
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