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"If I could have one hour's sleep," he said mournfully, "I'd be fit as a cricket." "You shall," said the girl. "Mr. Sherwen says he won't let you out of the house until it's dark. And that's fully an hour." "I ought to be on my way back now." "Back where? To your mountains?" "Yes." "You'd be recognized and attacked before you could get out of the city. I won't let you."
The first face her eyes fell on was that of the ball- player. Every muscle in it was drawn, and from the tightened lips streamed such whispered curses as the girl never before had heard. Next him stood the hermit, solid and still, but with a queer spreading pallor under his tan. In front of them Sherwen was crouched, scowlingly alert. The expression of Mr.
"When my brother fell and broke his arm on the mountain, this gentleman found him, took care of him, and brought him in on muleback." "Lives up there somewhere, doesn't he, Mr. Raimonda?" asked the big man. "In the quinta of a deserted plantation," replied the Caracunan. "Wot's he do?" asked the Englishman. "Ah, THAT one does not know, unless Senor Sherwen can tell us."
"Tell Sir Willet that he's very ungallant," pouted Miss Polly. "When I sat next to him at dinner last week he offered to establish woman suffrage here and elect me next president if I'd stay." Sherwen hardly paid this the tribute of a smile. "That was before he found out certain things. The Hochwald Legation" he lowered his voice "is undoubtedly stirring up anti- American sentiment."
Cluff fussed and fretted and privately cursed the country and all its concessions. Between calls and the telephone, Sherwen was kept constantly busy. But a few minutes before six, central, in the blandest Spanish, regretted to inform him that Puerto del Norte was cut off. When would service be resumed? Quien sabe? It was an order. Hasta manana. To-morrow, perhaps.
Nobody seems to be interfering with HIM, and he's freaky enough looking to start a riot on Broadway." Further comment was checked by the voice of the scientist at the door, asking to see Mr. Sherwen at once. Miss Polly immediately slipped out of the room to the patio, followed by Carroll and Cluff. "My business, probably," remarked Mr. Brewster. "I'll just stay and see." And he stayed.
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