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Yorke concluded her letter, and two mornings later the Yorkes took the old two-horse stage that plied between the Springs and the little grimy railway-station, ten miles away at the foot of the Ridge, and metaphorically shook the dust of Ridgely from their feet, though, from their appearance when they reached the railway, it, together with much more, must have settled on their shoulders.
"Who is that with Miss Yorke?" he said to Dom Corria. The President had a rare knack of answering a straight question in a straight way. "A Mr. Bulmer, I am told," he said. There was a pause. General Russo, carved from head to foot, but so stout withal that his enemies' weapons had reached no vital part, approached. He thumped his huge stomach. "We must rally our men," he said.
Left to himself George mounted Fox and set to work to follow out the senior constable's instructions. "Well?" queried Yorke, swinging wearily out of his saddle an hour or so later, "How'd you make out? Find the place where he flopped? Rum sort of perch you've got there you look like Patience on a monument!"
This Cead liued as it were a priuat life at that time in his monasterie of Lestingham, for Wilfrid held the bishoprike of Yorke, extending his authoritie ouer all Northumberland & amongest the Picts also, so farre as king Oswies dominion stretched.
"Then one day Yorke brought that Blake and Moran case up in front of me. Both of these men I'd met before, but they didn't recognize me again not absolutely. I usually contrived to keep pretty clear of them for reasons which will appear obvious later. I'm coming to that. Moran I recognised as a former Montana tough who used to hang around Havre bronco-buster, cow-puncher, and tin-horn by turns. Many a time I've caught him sizing me up, in Cow Run and elsewhere mighty hard, too, but he never seemed to be sure of me. Once he did chance a feeler, but I just twirled my moustache,
"By Jove!" exclaimed he, sulkily, upon losing his last life by a double, "you must have lived by your wits, young gentleman, to have learned to play pool like that." "I have," returned Yorke, without moving a muscle, and preparing to strike again. "You will come to do the same, if you play much at this game but your sad end will not be protracted.
He bitterly complained of the unwillingness of the country-people to furnish vivers, waggons, and other necessaries, for the fort before Zutphen. "Had it not been," he said, "for the travail extraordinary of myself, and patience of my brother, Yorke, that fort would have been in danger.
A shadow of annoyance crossed the parson's smiling face. "Mr. Richard Yorke," said he, "this is Mr. Byam Ryll, our unlicensed jester." "The parson, on the contrary," retorted the other, with twinkling eyes, "is our Vice, and gives himself every license. What is the matter with Carew to-night? He looks glum.
Even then she didn't give the matter up, but laid it before the crown. But poor Yorke had offended government helped some fool or another through one of them public examinations; he had wits enough for any thing, had that young fellow. But there I can't a-bear to talk about him; and yet somehow I can't help doing on it when I get into this room. He sat just where that gentleman sits yonder.
We set to at once with a good will Yorke overhauling the cane fastenings with which the great bamboos were lashed together, whilst I went along the beach in search of some young futu trees, the wood of which is soft when green, but dries hard, and could be easily worked, even by such a tool as a sheath knife.
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