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But Betty, with a little catch in her breath, was tearing aside the soft shirt, which was clotted with blood at the shoulder. "Oh, Allen, Allen!" she was murmuring over and over in a way that sent the blood pounding madly to Allen Washburn's head, and made the wound a blessing. "Why didn't you tell me? Oh, your poor shoulder!
I suggest that before anyone dogmatize in detail on this subject he read with some care such a comprehensive work as Miss Washburn's The Animal Mind. The book is admirable. Hegel disposes of the animals rather summarily. See his Philosophy of Right, Sec 47. I appeal only to the common sense of my reader.
Westerfelt's hands were over his face, but he took them down when he heard Washburn's step. "Did did she hurt herself when she fell?" he asked. "No, she's all right." Washburn hesitated a moment, then he added: "Mr. Westerfelt, you ought to go up to yore room an' try to rest some; this night's been purty rough on you atter bein' down in bed so long."
It carried Johnny to court, where he made a deposition against Gresham; it carried him to the office of the Amalgamated Steel Company, where he had the bonds that Gresham had transferred to him registered in his own name; it carried him to the appointment with Washburn's lawyer, who destroyed a full hour and a half of palpitating time; and it carried all of them to Loring's office, into which they burst triumphantly at twenty minutes of four.
The Fords received word that Will was seriously wounded "somewhere in France," and later Mollie received a telegram from her mother saying that the twins, Dodo and Paul, had disappeared. Still later, while everything was at its blackest, Betty read Allen Washburn's name among the missing.
"Monsieur," I began once more, "I am rather in haste, and would thank you if you would give me my passport." Upon which he took Mr. Washburn's so-much-looked-at card, scrutinized it, and then scrutinized me. "Are you La Citoyenne Moulton?" I answered, "Yes." "American?" I replied I was, and in petto mighty glad I was to be so. "Does the American Minister know you personally?" "Yes, very well."
They would at once commence to scamper, throw sand, turn into all manner of shapes, lie down, roll over, thinking no doubt it was a gun or something that would destroy them. At one time, I attempted to cross from the sink of the Mohavè river to Providence, some sixty miles, expecting to find water at Washburn's well.
A sentinel stood before the door of the large corridor which led to the Prefect's office. Inside this room stood a guard, better dressed and seemingly a person of more importance. On showing Mr. Washburn's card, I said to him that I had come here for the purpose of getting a passport, and would like to speak to Monsieur Rigault himself.
The words were hardly out of my mouth when Hop Tossford came in with a message written on an old envelope, from Owen. "Come to the Colonel's house at once. "At once" meant immediately; and I was not a little annoyed by the summons, since it prevented me from carrying out my part of Washburn's little plan.
Washburn and a colored boy, Jake, were at the stable busy washing and oiling the wheels of vehicles and currying horses. "I wus jest about to send up to you," was Washburn's greeting. "Turnouts are at a premium to-day. I didn't know whether to let out yore own hoss an' buggy or not; two or three fellers that want to take the'r girls are offerin' any price fer some'n to ride in."
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