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Old Mizzou rambled on in like fashion most of the evening, to Bennington's great amusement, and, though next morning he was quite himself again, he still clung to the idea that Bennington should examine the pony. "He is a fine bronc, fer shore," he claimed, "an' you'd better git arter him afore some one else gits him."
Bennington's heart? Hardly." She gazed at him, nonplussed. There was surely something uncanny in this boy, who always seemed to know what people were doing, had done or were going to do. "I wouldn't have believed it of my congregation," she said. "Oh, Mrs. Bennington is a woman of the world; she understands how to make barbs harmless. But that's why I never go to church.
So help me, if you do not withdraw that, I'll kill you here and now!" It was the first time Bennington had spoken. "Bolles," said McQuade, "did you sell a lie to me?" Bolles eyed Bennington, who had pushed Warrington out of the way and was moving toward him. He saw death on Bennington's face. Warrington again interposed, but John swept him aside with ease.
Warrington produced the missive and tossed it into Bennington's hands. "Read that. It's worth while to get a letter like that one." Bennington took up the letter, smiling at his friend's enthusiasm. A single glance at the graceful script, however, changed his expression. He sat back and stared at Warrington. "What's the matter?"
They caught sight of the two figures on the ore heap simultaneously. "Behold our attentive host!" cried Jeems. "He is now in the act of receiving us with all honour!" Bennington's face fairly shone with pleasure at the encounter. "Hullo fellows! Hullo there!" he cried out delightedly again and again, and rose slowly to his feet.
They trusted him implicitly, for Ben never broke his word to any one but his landlady. He was short and wiry, with a head so large as to be almost a deformity. On top of this head was a shock of brick-colored hair that resembled a street-cleaner's broom. And Ben's heart was as big as his head. His generosity was always getting him into financial trouble. "Dick, you're a friend of Bennington's.
During whole afternoons he sat there looking out over the Bad Lands. At sunset he returned to camp. Aliris: A Romance of all Time gathered dust. Letters home remained unwritten. Prospecting was left to the capable hands of Old Mizzou until, much to Bennington's surprise, that individual resigned his position. The samples lay in neatly tied coffee sacks just outside the door.
The deep violet eyes under the long lashes were beautiful without the flashing and sparkle of Jo Bennington's coquettish gaze. "That was an idiotic thing to ask," Thaine admitted. "Why should you, sure enough?" "I wish I had some of those lilies." Leigh changed the subject abruptly. "Hold the horse, then, and I'll get them.
"Then you mean that you are going to help search for them?" asked Mr. Hazlett. "With all my heart, sir!" said the rough commander. "I have boys of my own back in New England. We'll comb this island rock by rock, and if we suspect foul play we'll blow every native village off the face of it!" The hoarse roar of the Bennington's deep-throated signal-whistles echoed along the rock-bound shore.
After a time Arthur and his wife came in and they had a dreary game of "cinch," the man speaking but little, the woman not at all. Old Mizzou smoked incessantly on a corncob pipe charged with a peculiarly pungent variety of tobacco, which filled the air with a blue vapour, and penetrated unpleasantly into Bennington's mucous membranes. The next morning it was still raining.
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