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Updated: June 4, 2025
"What do you suppose is the matter, John?" asked Tom Meeks. "I'll bet Pete Deveaux and that Chuck Crossman have been tampering with her, back there in Georgetown," declared Bob. "I don't know; it certainly looks kind of suspicious," admitted John Ross. He thought a moment. "Cattails and jewsharps!" he exclaimed very suddenly. "What now?" asked Bob.
"Oh, that's too bad, now, ain't it?" drawled Oliver Torrey, as he leered out of one eye. "Say, kid, we'll beat youse so bad you'll be squallin' before you're half-way round the globe," put in Sam Lane. "You bet! Ain't no use o' flying against such veterans as us," supplemented Chuck Crossman, with a wag of his frowsy head. Mr. Wrenn frowned.
It commands a varied and delicious prospect, and has an air of repose and peace. I am sorry to say that while Forbes and Miss Lamont floated, so to speak, in all this beauty, like the light-hearted revelers they were, King was scarcely in a mood to enjoy it. It seemed to him fictitious and a little forced. There was no message for him at the Crossman House.
Crossman is confident that the old lady winked as he led the goat away by a piece of clothes line, though at the time he looked upon the affair as an honorable business transaction. If he had been buying a horse he would have asked about the habits of the animal, and would probably have taken the animal on trial. But it never occurred to him that there was any cheating in goats.
That evening was the last of the grand illuminations for the season, and our party went out in the Crossman steam-launch to see it. Although some of the cottages were vacated, and the display was not so extensive as in August, it was still marvelously beautiful, and the night voyage around the illuminated islands was something long to be remembered.
The Pimas of the Gila River, on the contrary, claim that their ancestors erected houses of adobe brick, and cultivated by irrigation. They point to the remains of ancient structures and of old acequias in the valley of the Gila, as Captain Crossman informs us, as the works of their forefathers. But now their condition is very similar to that of the Mohaves.
"Shall I go back, or do you want that I go to the other side?" he asked the Foreman. "Go to the devil!" growled Jakapa, and slinging his snowshoes over his arm, he stamped out. "Tiens!" said Antoine. "He is mad, the Boss." "I think we are all mad," said Crossman. "Maybe," said Antoine.
He moved his knotted hands with a gesture of destruction. There was something so sinister in the action that, involuntarily, Crossman cried out a startled warning. Her laugh tinkled across it. "Bah!" she shrugged. "If you wish to kill, why do you not kill those who make the interferre? Are you a man? What is it, a cassock, that it so protect a man?
He tried to speak the latter part of his sentence lightly, but his voice betrayed his irritation. Crossman opened the door and entered. "Antoine will be here in a minute," he announced. "Aurore sent him back to feed the animals." He took down the enamelled tin dishes and cups and set their places. Jakapa eyed him covertly, with a half-sneering venom he had never before shown.
I suppose you have no foreigners here, but I thought perhaps you might find quite a wonderful field for your endeavour in stimulating the women of the place into clubs for study and work. It's " A curious exclamation from her hostess caused Miss Crossman to pause. In fact, they all stared wonderingly at Georgiana.
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