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Whipple, presently. "My God!" cried the Captain, "I wish I knew." "Lige," said the Judge, gravely, "you're too good a man to be for Soothing Syrup." The Captain choked. "You're too smart to be fooled, Lige," he said, with a note near to pleading. "The time has come when you Bell people and the Douglas people have got to decide. Never in my life did I know it to do good to dodge a question.
He'll get the order, or I'll give up this place I've had for twenty years. Hopper 'callated' to get it, and another small one pitched in. And you'd die laughing, Lige, to hear how he did it." "Some slickness, I'll gamble," grunted Captain Lige. "Well, I reckon 'twas slick," said the Colonel, thoughtfully. "You know old man Wright hates a solicitor like poison. He has his notions.
When Lige Thomas returned, his face wore an expression of seriousness that amounted almost to anxiety. The boys were excitedly discussing their plans for the morrow. It had been decided that the Professor should remain in camp with Jose, as, owing to the presence of the miners in the vicinity, it was not thought wise to leave the camp entirely alone.
Lige was hatless, splashed with mud from head to foot; his jaw was set, his teeth ground together; his eyes burned under red lids, and his hair lay tossed and damp on his brow. "I keep out of no man's way," he repeated, hoarsely. "I heard you, Mr.
"I'm real glad you take that view of it, Louisa. I'm not displeased, either, although Mrs. Harmon would take my head off if she heard me say so. I always liked Lige. But I must say I'm amazed, too, after the way Sara used to rail at him." "Well, we might have expected it," said Mrs. Eben sagely. "It was always Sara's way.
It was a long time before he spoke again. The Captain waited like a man who expects and deserve, the severest verdict. But there was no anger in Mr. Carvel's voice only reproach. "And you wouldn't tell me, Lige? You kept it from me." "My God, Colonel," exclaimed the other, passionately, "how could I? I owe what I have to your charity. But for you and and Jinny I should have gone to the devil.
But Professor Zepplin advised them to remain where they were and get the fire going in case Lige had failed to find the pack train. He no doubt would bring food of some kind with him. The fire would be ready and thus no time would be lost in preparing the first meal of the day, which, in this case, would be breakfast, dinner and supper all in one.
Martial law means that the Commander-in-chief, if he be an artist in well doing, may use his boot freely on politicians bland or beetle-browed. No police force ever gave the sense of security inspired by a provost's guard. Captain Lige sat on the steps of Colonel Carvel's house that night, long after the ladies were gone to bed.
But the instant its bloodshot eyes were fixed upon the boy with the torch, the animal rose on its haunches, and, with paws making powerful sweeps in the air, bore down upon Tad. The boy was too far over in the chamber to be able to make his escape without getting between Lige and the bear, and escape seemed well-nigh impossible However, Tad did not lose his presence of mind.
Tad did so, and an hour later the Pony Riders were once more in the saddle. "I think I'll put the dogs on the trail of the fellow that upset our plans so thoroughly last night," decided Lige. "He probably is a long way from here by this time, but it will be a good trail to warm the hounds up on."
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