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McVay, for which he paid eighteen dollars, leaving him twenty-two dollars of the hired money. It was now spring, the oxen became very poor, one of them was taken sick and got down. Father said he had the hollow horn and doctored him for that; but I think to day, if the oxen had had a little corn meal, and good hay through the winter, they would have been all right.
At this acute instance of fatuity Geoffrey, if he had followed his impulse, would have flung McVay back in the closet and locked the door. Instead, he said: "Come down stairs. I want to look up something to eat." "Thank you," said the burglar, "it would be a good idea." "You need not thank me," said Geoffrey.
Still it must have been a shock." "It was a hard trip for any woman." McVay looked up. "Oh," he said, "I wasn't speaking of the trip. I meant about me. What did she say?" "She did not say anything. She went to sleep." "She did not say anything when you told her I was booked for the penitentiary?" "Oh," said Geoffrey, and there was a slight pause.
"I took to this sort of thing a month or so ago." After a moment Geoffrey said: "Did not I hear you were in the navy?" "No," said McVay. "I was at Annapolis for a few months. I had an idea I should like the navy, but Heavens above! I could not stand the Academy. They threw me out. It seems I had broken every rule they had ever made. It was worse than State's prison."
As this was a question obviously impossible to answer directly she said, "We are under sufficiently large obligations to you already." And Geoffrey, about to answer, looked up and saw McVay was observing them with satisfaction, so that words froze on his lips. Here was the whole bitterness of the situation concentrated.
On these terms do you still want me to go?" "Oh, yes, I want you to go," said McVay, "only for goodness sake be careful. If you should feel any temptation to lie down and go to sleep don't yield to it; they say it's fatal. The great thing is to keep on walking " "Oh, shut up," said Geoffrey.
"It is surprisingly livable, but it is draughty," McVay went on. "The truth is I ought to have gone south, as I meant to do last week. But one cannot foresee everything. The winters have been open until Christmas so often lately. However, I made a mistake and I am perfectly willing to rectify it. If you have no objection, I'll go and bring her back here."
McVay made a slight gesture of his shoulders, as if he were being a good deal tried. "Oh, anything you like," he said. "I suppose you could lock me up in a closet." "I don't think we need trouble to arrange the details," said Geoffrey drily. "But I'll tell you what I will do. After I get you safely in jail to-morrow, I'll get a trap and go and look up this hut." "It may be too late then."
It did not occur to him that he was going to shield McVay, but he thought a more advantageous time could be found for telling her the truth, in case of course she did not know it already. He felt that he himself would be better able to deal a cold blow when she was warm and sheltered. No man, he said to himself, could be disagreeable to a girl who had no one to depend on but himself.
Yes, suh. "'Purple 'n' white! I says. 'Them's the colors of the McVay stable! "'Ah was breeding stake hawsses, suh, says ole man Sanford, 'when his mothah's milk was not yet dry upon the lips of young McVay. "When the silks come, I picks out a real soft spot for Trampfast. It's a six furlong ramble fur has-beens 'n' there's sure a bunch of kioodles in it! Most of 'em ought to be on crutches.
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