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Robin thanked him, and then moved slowly in and out among the other funeral guests, saying kindly things, and in his quiet, manly way creating a good impression among them, and making more friends than he himself was aware of. Presently Mr. Bayliss, a mild-looking man with round spectacles fixed very closely up against his eyes, approached him, beckoning him with one finger.
"My aunt told me; that is, she said there were Americans at the rectory and when she mentioned the name I knew, of course, it must be you. Odd you should have located here, isn't it! Jolly glad to see you." I said I was glad to see him. Then I introduced my companions. "Bayliss and I have met before," observed Heathcroft. "Played a round with him in the tournament last year. How do, Bayliss?
"Now, come along, Dodge and Bayliss, if you want my help, for I really must be moving." "This hasn't been such a dull evening, after all," jovially commented Tom Reade, after the late visitors had vanished into the darkness surrounding the camp. "I'm sorry for the fighting, though," mused Dick aloud. "I don't enjoy anything that makes bad blood, or more bad blood, between human beings."
Better look for him in the saloon." Nobody could put meaner insinuations into a slow, dry remark than Bayliss. Claude's cheeks flamed with anger. As he turned away, he noticed something unusual about his brother's face, but he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of asking him how he had got a black eye.
Claude had promised his mother to keep his temper today, "Yes, I saw it in the paper. I hope they'll succeed." "I doubt it." Bayliss shook his head with his wisest look. "I understand they've put a mortgage on their home. That old woman will find herself without a roof one of these days." "I don't think so. The boys have wanted to go into business together for a long while.
Do you suppose I believe such rot as that? You tell me she has gone has left Mayberry and you don't know where she has gone and don't intend trying to find out. Why " "There, Bayliss! that is enough. This is not the place for us to quarrel. And there is no reason why we should quarrel at all. I have told you all that I can tell you now.
If Dodge and Bayliss devoted any time to farewells among their late fellow-students before quitting Gridley the fact did not seem to leak out. Yet despite the absence of two young men who considered themselves of such great importance the Gridley High School appeared to go on about the same as ever.
Few things are certain in this world, but one was that, if Bartling such was the Vision's name should see him, he would come over and address him as Crocker. He braced himself to the task of being Bayliss, the whole Bayliss, and nothing but Bayliss. It might be that stout denial would carry him through.
Bert began to believe that he would be held accountable if he failed to take Hazelton to Gridley, so he gave in without protest. At any rate, both Dodge and Bayliss wanted to get as far as possible from the recent "horror," and as speedily as they could do it. "There's no chance of our being attacked on the road to Gridley?" asked Bayliss by and by, in a quavering voice. "No," replied Hazelton.
Bayliss’ fists were on his hips, his head pushed forward from his shoulders until his sun-peeled face was only inches away from the bars between them. "Do I look like a stupid man, a man to be fed stories? You ride into town on a blooded stud, with a mare of like breeding, and a belt loaded down with gold.
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