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"We could carry a lot in our clothes and we could wrap some up to look like the bundles we brought ashore." "Take too long," objected her father. "How would this do?" was Drew's contribution. "As has already been said, the men would be surprised to see us bring a box aboard if they hadn't first seen us take it ashore.
"He left a note for Merry two words misspelled and a big blot all foolishness about joining Morgan. Said you had been to Red Springs, and he was going along. Why did you do it, Drew? Cousin Merry ... after Sheldon, she can't lose Boyd, too! To put such a wild idea into that child's head!" Drew's lips thinned into a half grimace. He was still cast in the role of culprit, it seemed.
"You'll do your part by goin' to Drew's place with Doc Young. He'll be here with Shorty Kilrain in a minute." "And let you go after Bard?" "Right." "Far's I know, you may jest shoot him down and then come back and say you done it because he resisted arrest." "Well?" "You admit that's what you want, Steve?" "Absolute." "Well, partner, it can't be done. That ain't apprehendin' a man.
Drew's Colt was already out, Kirby's carbine at ready. But the man who had cat-footed it through the cane was General Forrest himself. "I thought" the General eyed them both "I would catch some of you young fools loafin' back heah as if nothin' was goin' on. If you don't want to roost heah all winter, you'd better come along. Last boats are leavin' now."
He had gone down fighting, shooting it out with Yankee troopers in a rain-wet garden in Tennessee on a Sunday morning. Men were dying, dead ... and maybe a cause was dying, too. Drew's thought flinched away from that line now, trying to keep to the job before them.
Dan inspected the result of her work from time to time with smiling satisfaction. From across the table she heard Colonel Drew's voice, "Brewster evidently objects to a long siege. He is planning to carry us by assault." Mrs. Dan turned to "Subway" Smith, who was at her right the latest addition to her menagerie. "What is this friend of yours?" she asked.
Drew appreciated the character of the schooner's commander too thoroughly to base any illusions upon the fact that Hamilton treated him kindly. They were partners in this treasure hunt. The doubloons once secured, the Bertha Hamilton once in port, Drew well knew that Ruth's father would do what he felt to be his duty. He would be Drew's accuser at the bar of public justice.
Refreshments were served which Li enjoyed, and then by request he wrote his autograph in three books, using Dorothy Drew's colors for the purpose. Mr. Gladstone and Li were photographed together sitting on chairs outside the porch. Mr. Gladstone presented Li with three books from his library, and then the Chinese visitors departed.
It would have been unfair to say that there was effrontery in Mr. Drew's gaze; it merely had its way with you and, if you didn't like its way, passed from you unperturbed. With all his rather sickly grace and ambiguous placidity, Mr. Drew was not lacking in character.
"I'm some sharp set myself," admitted Tyke, as the fragrance of steaming coffee was wafted to him from the cook's galley. "Jest the very thought of eating in a ship's cabin again makes me hungry." Drew's eyes followed the girl as she disappeared down the companionway, and when he looked up it was to find Tyke regarding him amusedly. "So that's the way the wind blows, is it?" the old man chuckled.
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