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"The whole affair had a scanty air about it," said Captain Guy. "At least, that's the way I look at it." "You've never said anything like that before," said Mary, rather sharply. "Of course not," replied the captain. "I wanted to keep you as merry and cheerful as I could. And besides, I didn't say I had thought there was no chance of Mr. Rockwell's turning up.
So he went back to college, and in the summer of 1856 he graduated, carrying off the highest honor the metaphysical oration. His class was a brilliant one. Three became general officers during the rebellion Garfield, Daviess, and Thompson. Rockwell's name is well known in official circles; Gilfillan is Treasurer of the United States. There are others who fill prominent positions.
"I don't like the firm, nor the business. I wish I were in Mr. Rockwell's." "Well," said Gilbert, "perhaps I can get you in there." "Has the boot-black left?" "He's found another place," said Gilbert, smiling at what he regarded as a good joke. "You don't mean to say he has left a place where he was earning ten dollars a week?" said Mrs. Crawford, in surprise.
He thrust out a hand as though to find Rockwell's, and there was a gratitude and an appeal in the pressure of his fingers which went to Rockwell's heart. "All right, Chief. I'll have him here," Rockwell answered briskly, but with tears standing in his eyes. Ingolby had, as it were, been stricken out of the active, sentient, companionable world into a world where he was alone, detached, solitary.
"Do you think this strange fancy of Mr. Rockwell's is going to last?" inquired Mrs. Crawford. "I wish Roswell could have got in there." "So do I, but I couldn't accomplish it." "If this boy should fall out of favor, there might be a chance for Roswell yet; don't you think so?" asked Mrs. Crawford. "I wish there might," said Roswell. "I'd like to see that beggar's pride humbled.
"What do you do now?" "I'm in a store on Pearl Street." "What wages do you get?" "Ten dollars a week." "Do you expect me to believe that story?" "It's true." "I don't believe there's a boy of your age in the city that gets such wages. You can't earn that amount." "I jumped into the water, and saved the life of Mr. Rockwell's little boy. That's why he pays me so much."
As he looked round in that instant of ghastly silence he had observed almost mechanically that the old man's lips were murmuring something. Then the thought of Fleda Druse shot into Rockwell's mind, and it harassed him during the hours Ingolby slept, and after the giant Gipsy had taken his departure just before the dawn.
Most signally had he turned the tables on his enemies. Yet it was with no undue swagger that he seated himself upon a chair of problematical stability, and began to study the pages of the morning's issue. Sterne regarded him dubiously. "This isn't a bluff, I suppose?" he asked. "Ask your lawyers." "Mac, get Rockwell's house on the 'phone, will you, and find out if we've been sold."
Just as to onlookers it seemed that the two machines would crash together, the wings of one side of Rockwell's plane suddenly collapsed and he fell like a stone between the lines. The Germans turned their guns on the pile of wreckage where he lay, but French gunners ran out and brought his body in.
The judge, knowing that Clancy & Wynn would have to move and must have some place to go, had secured an option on the Red-star establishment for four thousand dollars. So Clancy had financed the tottering affairs of Clancy & Wynn, had bought Rockwell's old place, and the transfer was in progress. Lafe Wynn was overseeing the removal.
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