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Makes it in less 'n six days, they say. Let's see. They sailed day before yesterday. They must be out sight o' land by this time." "Yes, unless they're passin' some islands," agreed Blootch. "Thunderation! What air you talkin' about?" said Anderson scornfully. "Cuby an' Porty Rico's been passed long ago. Them islands ain't far from Boston.
"Aw, you go to Guinea!" was Blootch's insulting reply. Nothing could be more disparaging than that, but Ed failed to retaliate. "Let's appoint a committee to wait on Anderson and find out what he thinks we'd better do." "But Anderson ain't " began some one. Blootch calmly waived him into silence. "What he wants is encouragement, and not a lot of soup and broth and lemonade. He ain't sick.
"Well, I guess I'll be goin'," exploded Blootch wrathfully; "it's gittin' late." "He won't sleep much to-night," said Anderson, with a twinkle in his eye, as the gate slammed viciously behind the caller. "Say, Rosalie, there's somethin' been fidgetin' me fer quite a while. I'll blurt it right out an' have it over with. Air you in love with Wick Bonner?"
Most of the young men took their medicine philosophically. They had known from the first that their chances were small. Blootch Peabody and Ed Higgins, because of the personal rivalry between themselves, hoped on and on and grew more bitter between themselves, instead of toward Bonner.
She got over her high an' mighty ways, they say, an' I hear she's one of the nicest, sweetest old ladies in Boggs City nowadays. But Blootch Peabody says that to this day she looks flustered when anybody notices her back hair. The Lord knows I wa'n't laughin' at her hair. I don't see why she thought so, do you?"
"Gee-mi-nently!" ejaculated Alf Reesling, catching sight of him late in the day. "Is that the president?" "It's Anderson Crow," explained Blootch Peabody. "Who's dead?" demanded Alf. "What's that got to do with it?" "Why, whose clothes is he wearin'?" pursued Alf, utterly overcome by the picture. "You'd better not let him hear you say that," cautioned Isaac Porter. "He got 'em in New York.
He walked with a stateliness that seemed to signify pain in his lower extremities more than it did dignity higher up. "How fer out do you reckon they are by this time, Blootch?" he asked earnestly. "'Bout ten miles further than when you asked while ago," responded Blootch, consulting his watch. "Well, that ought to get 'em to Liverpool sometime soon then. They took a powerful fast ship.
Bonner's enforced presence at Anderson Crow's home was the source of extreme annoyance to the young men of the town. "Blootch" Peabody created a frightful scandal by getting boiling drunk toward the end of the week, so great was his dejection. As it was his first real spree, he did not recover from the effect for three days.
Harry led the party down the dark street with more rapidity than seemed necessary; few in the crowd could keep pace with him. A majority fell hopelessly behind, in fact. Straight into the office walked Harry, closely followed by Blootch and the marshal. Maude, looking like a monument of sheets, still occupied the centre of the floor.
Presumably it was because the whole town centred its mind on one of two places the spot where Rosalie was seized or the home of Anderson Crow. When they were not at Mrs. Luce's gate they were tramping through Anderson's front yard and into his house. "Say," said "Blootch" so loudly that the crowd felt like remonstrating with him, "what's the use of all this?" No one responded.
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