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"I suppose you wear a man's size, Transley," he said, pouring out a big drink of brown liquor, despite Transley's deprecating hand. "Linder, how many fingers? Two? Well, we'll throw in the thumb. Y.D? If you please, just a little snifter. All set?" The rancher rose to his feet, and the company followed his example. "Here's ho! and more hay," he said, genially. "Ho!" said Linder.
"Guess I'll feed up for you, this morning, old chap," said Linder, beating a retreat to the stables. And when Phyllis had laid aside her coat and hat and had straightened her hair a little in the glass above the mantelpiece she walked straight to Grant and put both her hands in his. "Let me see this boy, Willie Transley," she said.
Linder, just as there is such a thing as being too shy. Do you get me? Good night!" And with a little rush she was in her tent. Linder walked slowly down to the water's edge, and stood there, thinking, until her light went out. His brain was in a whirl with a sensation entirely strange to it.
Fenton is fairy godfather to the camp in Beechwood Forest. He is Tory's uncle and I think should be consulted. If I remember correctly he used to be a Greek scholar. He is not apt to have forgotten, and if he thinks well of the idea can be of great assistance." Before dusk Sheila Mason and Edith Linder started back for camp.
At present Edith Linder had gone the half mile or more away to the little House in the Woods on an errand. She had promised to help prepare supper before the camping party could return. Finding herself in need of supplies she had explained to Tory and slipped away. Kara would not be apt to awaken soon and there appeared no immediate need for her. In truth Tory was glad to be alone for an hour.
The explosion had been very localized, the room not generally wrecked; but the chair which seemed to be the center of disturbance, and from which the Honorable William Linder had risen just in time to save his life, was blown to pieces, and a portion of the floor beneath it was much shattered. The force of the explosion had been from above the floor downward; not up through the flooring.
Edith Linder had been in a measure her adopted daughter. She had lived for the past winter in the house with Miss Frean. Now Edith uttered an exclamation of pleasure, which at Tory's gesture she quickly subdued. Memory Frean was standing in the center of a plot of grass with her arms outstretched. Fluttering about her head were a family of wrens.
So far they had been building in the cheaper districts a cheap type of house for those who, having little capital, are the easier deprived of what they have. The shift in operations caused Linder to lift his eyebrows. Transley laughed boyishly and clapped a palm on his shoulder. "I may as well make you wise, Linder," he said. "We're going to build a house for Mr. and Mrs. Transley."
He shook himself to throw off the morbidness that was settling upon him; he laughed, and the echo came back haunting from the silent corners of the house. Then he lit a lamp and set it, burning low, in the whim-room, and noted that the boy slept on, all unconcerned. "Damn Linder, anyway!" he exclaimed presently. "I believe he shook me up more than I realized.
MacMasters told me he read in an American paper that he just got hold of that they have arrested Franz Linder, the spy. He will be tried for blowing up the Elmvale dam. And I guess we had something to do to getting evidence that will convict him.
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