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"Howd', folks," greeted Jed Thompson, fairly bursting into the camp. "You-all don't know whether that critter Spurgeon has been heyeh, does ye?" "Just cast your eagle eyes about and see if you don't think it looks as if somebody had been here, old top," answered Hippy Wingate, taking in the camp and the tethering ground with a wave of the hand. "Our ponies are gone.
Lord Dredlinton remained entirely unruffled. He shrugged his shoulders with an air of protest. "You are a little severe, Mr. Wingate," he said, "but I promise you that Phipps shall keep his temper and that I will not be drawn into a quarrel. I am very pleased to see you here. My wife's friends are always mine. If you will excuse me, I will go and change my clothes now.
"I should like to have her tell that bronco what my opinion of him is and hear what he says in reply," added Lieutenant Wingate, flipping a biscuit, which Hindenburg deftly caught and gulped down at a single swallow. "Madam Gersdorff gave some remarkable demonstrations of her power in the direction of interpreting the voices of nature last winter," resumed Emma.
His bridle he flung down over his horse's head, which seemingly anchored the animal, spite of its loud whinnying challenge to these near-by stolid creatures which showed harness rubs and not whitened saddle hairs. "Good morning, madam," said he in a pleasant, quiet voice. "Good morning, sir. You are Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Wingate, I believe. Your daughter yonder told me so."
I brought Hindenburg along so that I might not lose sleep," answered Hippy, which stirred the Overland girls to laughter. They had not forgotten that it was a habit with Hippy Wingate to go to sleep when on guard and leave the camp unprotected. All hands being tired and stiff after their long ride, they turned in as soon as the supper dishes were washed and laid out to dry.
There were black lines under his eyes, in which the gleam of hunger still lurked. His hands were gripping a chunk of the bread which he had torn away from the loaf, but which he had seemed to eat with difficulty. "Your friends may have something to say to you," he muttered. "If you think to stop our tongues, you're wrong wrong, I tell you. The game's up for you, Wingate.
Once in the moonlight I saw him stretch out his hand as if to touch Zura's glistening hair. Some memory smote him. He drew back sharply. At times I was sure that he was purposely avoiding her. Yet the thought seemed foolish. If ever there was a goodly sight for eyes glad or sad it was the incarnation of joyous girlhood whose name was Zura Wingate.
And DIDN'T I rub it in on that Susannah Debs and her scamp of a Sim? Ho! ho! "She clapped her hands and pretty nigh danced a jig, she was so tickled. "'But is he a Butler? I asks. "'Yup, she nods, with another giggle. 'He's A butler, though his name's Jenkins; and a butler's high rank higher than chambermaid, anyhow. You see, Mr. Wingate, she adds, ''twas all my fault.
Sometimes they is a kinder pride swell in a mother's heart that rises right up and talks to her soul in psalm words, and I heard mine that day." Mother's eyes softened and looked far away across to the blue hills. "What did he do when he saw you?" asked Miss Wingate gently. "Oh, I didn't pay much attention to him when he come up to me, or let on how I felt.
"Trying to run straight and finding it filthily difficult," the other answered. "What do you call yourself, anyway?" Wingate asked. "There's nothing except your name on the board downstairs." Slate nodded. "I'm the only one in the building," he said, "who isn't either a theatrical agent or a bookmaker.
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