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Wilder might not know her son had taken such effective measures to prevent his being obliged to "dress up," and the boys laughed heartily at the harmless joke. The home of the Wilders was only one story high, but the rooms were big and comfortable.
The authorities have long had their eye on Hippolyte Ledantec, alias Hobson, the Russian spy." The confederates looked at each other uneasily, and Ledantec said "It can hardly be so. But it will be well to ascertain and take precautions. Come! there is a way out of this house known only to me." And, so saying, he went towards the door, followed by Mrs. Wilders.
You will not hesitate, I am sure, after reading this letter, to return to England the moment you can leave your poor brother." There was more in the letter, but it dealt with purely business matters, which did not interest the person who had become clandestinely possessed of it. To say that Mrs. Wilders read this letter with surprise would inadequately express its effect upon her.
"Quite so; and I am his first cousin once removed." "Ah! that is very nice for you," said old Hyde, with a tinge of contempt in his tone. "They're not much use to you though, these fine relations. Surely Lord Essendine could have got you a commission by holding up his hand?" "That's just what he would not do, and why I hate him and the whole of the Wilders family.
They had carried poor old Wilders in a litter to one of the hospital marquees in the rear of the Second Division camp. The aide-de-camp found him perfectly conscious, with two doctors by his side. McKay was allowed to enter into conversation with his chief. "How does it go?" asked the old general, feebly, but with eager interest. "The enemy are in full retreat, sir; beaten all along the line."
I should like to slip my cable this next half-hour. I shan't be happy till we've got sea-room." McKay went below with the doctor, and, while the latter sat with his patient, the aide-de-camp had a short talk with Mrs. Wilders. "The captain wants to put to sea." "Never! not in this storm!" "It is abating fast.
"He will be ready enough to talk about his dear nephew before long. You may look out for some startling news about McKay." "Really?" said Mrs. Wilders, growing suddenly excited. "Your plan has succeeded, then?" "Any day you may hear that he has been removed effectually, and for ever, from your path. But for the moment that will keep. What presses is that you should squeeze old Faulks.
Mastering her emotion at the suddenness of this news, she said "You will forgive my curiosity, but have you any other Christian names?" "My name in full is Stanislas Anastasius Wilders McKay." "That answer is my best excuse for asking you the question. You are, then, our cousin?" McKay bowed. "I have heard of you," said Mrs. Wilders. "Allow me to congratulate you," and she held out her hand.
He had spent a miserable night, he was stiff and sore from his strange position, and they had given him little or no food. But his manner was defiant, and his air exulting, as he saw Ledantec and Cyprienne approach. "Have you come to release me? It's about time. You will gain nothing by keeping me here." "Dog! I hate you!" cried Mrs. Wilders, as she struck him a cruel, cowardly blow on the face.
In amazement the Wilders listened as the experiences were related, and when Larry finished the account of his mix-up with the cow-punchers Bill exclaimed: "And here Horace and I have been making fun of you for tenderfeet. The joke seems to be on us." "That's what it is," asserted their father. "There are not many men, let alone lads, who can say they have faced Gus Megget and got the best of him."
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