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If there were any way in which you could get through, and to sea, it would be well to take it at once. Am I correct in supposing that you've taken steps to clear the yacht, Mr. Brewster?" "Yes. That is, I've sent a message. Or, at least, so my daughter, to whose management I left it, believes." "Don't tell me how," said Sherwen quickly. "There is reason to believe that it has been dispatched."
"Under restrictions. That's all been seen to." At this point it appeared to Mr. Brewster that he had figured as a cipher quite long enough. "Am I right in assuming that you are talking of my party's departure?" he inquired. "Yes," said Sherwen. "The Dutch will let you through the blockade."
"Urgante is leading a mob up this way. They're turning the corner now." "I'm going to wait and see them," cried Miss Polly, with decision. "Bend over, then, all of you," ordered Sherwen. "The vines will cover you if you keep down."
With sad lack of logic, she was ready to discard every suspicion of him that she had harbored, merely on the strength of his reckless outbreak of patriotism. She looked about the patio, but he was not there. Sherwen came out of a side door, his face puckered with anxiety. "Where is Mr. Perkins?" she asked. "In there." He nodded back over his shoulder. "Your father is with him.
"You'd have made a great trained nurse," he murmured, as she adjusted the clean strips that Sherwen had sent in. "Don't pin my ear down. It's got to help hold my goggles on." "The dear funny goggles!" Picking them up, she patted them with dainty fingers, before setting them aside. He watched her uneasily, much in the manner of a dog whose bone has been taken away.
Frankness and plain-speaking being, as you doubtless know, the distinguishing mark of the Caracunan statesman." The sarcasm was not lost upon Mr. Brewster, but it failed to shake his skepticism. "There are some business matters that require that I should go to the office of the Ferro carril del Norte this afternoon," he said. "I beg that you do nothing of the sort," cried Sherwen sharply.
"Bet the bills smelled of sauerkraut when they reached him," grunted Cluff, striding over to the window of the drawing-room, where the informal conference was being held. "They may have had a Hochwaldian origin," admitted Sherwen. "But it would be difficult to prove." "At least the Hochwald Legation wouldn't shed any tears over a demonstration against us," said Carroll.
Thatcher Brewster all but jumped from his chair. That this adjuration should have come from the freakish spectacle-wearer seemed impossible. Yet Sherwen, the only other person in the room, was certainly not guilty. "Did you address me, young man?" "I did." "Do you know, sir, that since boyhood no person has dared or would dare to call me a fool?"
There are other possibilities. Perhaps, Mr. Brewster," he continued, with a side glance at the girl, "we might talk it over at length this evening." "Quite useless, Mr. Sherwen," smiled the magnate. "Polly would have it all out of me before I was an hour older. She may as well get it direct." "Very well, then. It's this quarantine business. If Dr. Pruyn comes here and declares bubonic plague "
A bull-like charge had carried Cluff deep among the Caracunans, where he encountered a huge peon. whom he seized and flung bodily over the iron guard of a samon tree, where the man hung, yelling dismally. Two other peons, who had seized the athlete around the knees, were all but brained by a stoneware gin bottle in the hands of Sherwen. Meanwhile, Mr.
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