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Alice noticed that the hand of the old salt trembled, though usually he was as steady as the proverbial surgeon. "Hum! Yes. One of the English revenue ships," remarked Captain Brisco. "It's the first one we've met down here." "It is a British vessel, isn't it?" asked Jack Jepson, and there was a queer strain in his voice. "Yes," replied his superior. "What of it?" "Oh, nothin' sir! Nothin'."
Perhaps he recovered too much; for Mary Fortune had intuitions, and she remembered that first glimpse of L. W. As the agent of Rimrock and his legal representative it was desirable, of course, to be friends; but Jepson, it was well known, was the agent of Stoddard and Stoddard was after their mine.
All that night they scudded before the storm, not knowing where they were, and when morning came there was a wild and tumultuous waste of waters all about them. Alice ventured up on deck, against the advice of her father and sister. She saw Jack Jepson and some sailors amidships. They seemed to be in earnest consultation. Alice drew near them, intending to ask if there were any news.
"How heavy it is, said I to myself, balancing the parcel in my hand. 'There is no answer, said I, aloud to the waiter, who stood as if expecting one. "'The servant wishes to have some acknowledgment in writing, sir, that it has been delivered into your own hands. "Jepson entered, 'well, George, your parcel is all right, and here is a Napoleon to drink my health.
And back at Gunsight, trying to forget her hate, Mary Fortune fought her battle alone. There was great excitement it amounted almost to a panic when Mary Fortune stepped in on Jepson. During her unexplained absence he had naturally taken charge of things, with L. W. of course, to advise; and to facilitate business he had moved into the main office where he could work with the records at hand.
But did you see Mr. Jepson when I went into the assay house and began looking at those diamond-drill cores? He was sore, believe me, and the longer I stayed there the more fidgety Jepson got. That ore assay's big, but the thing that I noticed is that all of it carries some values. You can begin at the foot of it and work that whole mountain and every cubic foot would pay.
Do you wish any one else to go from the house?" Mrs. Schuyler shuddered. "Don't ask me to go," she said, piteously. "For I can't think it is really Mr. Schuyler and if it should be " "Oh, no ma'am, you needn't go. None of the family, I should say." Mason looked at the elder ladies. "No, no," cried Miss Sarah, "we couldn't think of it! But let Jepson go. He is a most reliable man."
Mary smiled at this picture of primitive defiance in a battle of grown-up men and yet she saw dimly that Rimrock was right in his estimate of Jepson's motives. Jepson did have a way that was subtly provocative and his little eyes were shifty, like a boxer's.
It must be noted, too, that "the bark is exceedingly variable, black-barked or brown-barked trees, roughly or narrowly fissured, are very common and in their extreme forms very different in trunk appearance from the typical or most-abundant 'turtle-back' form with broad, yellow or light brown plates." Jepson. Lodge Pole Pine.
She was calmer when she reached the house, but went directly to her room, where she changed her clothes and sat for a long time at one of the windows, looking toward the river and toward Lazette. Downstairs, Uncle Jepson, who from a window of the bunkhouse had seen her come in, had followed her into the house, to remark grumblingly to Aunt Martha: "Willard didn't meet her, drat him!"
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