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Whereupon Mr. Slosson's male domestic indulged in certain strange antics that were not rightly any part of woodchopping. This yet further repelled Hannibal. "The disgustin' chattel!" he muttered under his breath, quoting his Uncle Bob, with whom, in theory at least, race feeling was strong.
There was nothing for him to do but efface himself. He would go now, before the boat started and an instant later, when Betty, remembering, turned to speak to him, his place by the rail was deserted. On that day Hannibal was haunted by the memory of what he had heard and seen at Slosson's tavern.
"Keep back, you!" he said, and dropped off the cabin roof. His promptness had bred a momentary panic, then Slosson's bull-like voice began to roar commands; but in that brief instant of surprise and shock Carrington had found and withdrawn the wooden peg that fastened the cabin door. He had scarcely done this when Slosson came tramping aft supported by the three men.
Fanny surveyed the book with pardonable pride. But she was not satisfied. "We lack style," she said. "The practical garments are all right. But what we need is a little snap. That means cut and line. And I'm going to New York to get it." That had always been Slosson's work. She and Ella Monahan were to go to the eastern markets together. Ella Monahan went to New York regularly every three weeks.
"I can get half a dozen in an hour with that contract in my hand," said Edward Henry. And he knew from Mr. Slosson's face that he had won. That evening, feeling that he had earned a little recreation, he went to the Empire Theatre not in Hanbridge, but in Leicester Square, London. The lease, with a prodigious speed hitherto unknown at Slossons', had been drawn up, engrossed and executed.
The two men faced each other, the elbows of their right arms on the counter, the hands clasped. Slosson's hand quickly forced backward and down. "You're the first man that ever succeeded in doing it," he said. "Let's try it again." "Sure," Daylight answered. "And don't forget, son, that you're the first man that put mine down. That's why I lit out after you to-day."
Edward Henry, steeped in peculiar meditations, was repeating: "So this is Slosson's!" "What's that?" demanded Mr. Slosson with a challenge in his ancient but powerful voice. "Nowt!" said Edward Henry. "Now, sir," said Mr. Slosson, "we'd better come to an understanding about this so-called option. It's not serious, you know." "You'll find it is." "It's not commercial."
"If I'd only pushed my quarrel with him!" he thought bitterly. He heard Slosson's shuffling step in the distance, a word or two when he spoke gruffly to some one, and a moment later he saw Betty and the boy, their forms darkly silhouetted against the lighter sky as they moved along the top of the bank.
He began to breathe hard. His name should go from end to end of the state! No man could be great without opportunity for years he had known this but here was opportunity at last! Then he remembered what Mahaffy had told him of the man on the raft. This Slosson's tavern was probably on the upper waters of the Elk. Yancy had been thrown in the river and had been picked up in a dying condition.
"Why make a fuss? We ain't going to harm you; we wouldn't for no sum of money. Drive on, Jim drive like hell!" This last was addressed to the man who had taken George's place on the box, where a fourth member of Slosson's band had forced the coachman down into the narrow space between the seat and dashboard, and was holding a pistol to his head while he sternly enjoined silence.
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