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Tisdale had taken the Milwaukee line over the mountains, intending to finish the trip on horseback, to see the country, and I, you remember, was motoring through Snoqualmie Pass with the Morgansteins. His train barely missed colliding with our car. Mr.
Took the prize at North Yakima last year for three-year-olds. They're too fly for livery work, but if you can drive, and Lighter likes your looks" the station master gave Tisdale a careful scrutiny "and you have his price, I shouldn't wonder if you could hire Nip and Tuck." Tisdale laughed. "I see. If I can't hire them, I may be allowed the privilege to buy them.
Laborers, at their own peril, had excavated the crew, but the plow was out of commission, and the track was buried sixty feet under fresh tons of snow and rock and fallen timber. The Limited could not move within forty-eight hours, perhaps three days. Tisdale picked up his bag and went out to the observation platform.
I am on my way to find a certain garden spot that belonged to David Weatherbee. He knew more about reclamation than I, for he grew up among your California orchards, but I have the plans he drew; I ought to be able to see his project through." "You mean you may buy the land, Mr. Tisdale, if things are as you expect?" "Yes, provided I have Mrs. Weatherbee's price."
One tawny, sage-mottled slope began to detach from the rest; it took the shape of a reclining brazen beast, partly leopard, partly wolf, and a line of pine trees that had taken root in a moist strata along the backbone had the effect of a bristling mane. "That is Weatherbee's landmark," said Tisdale. "He called it Cerberus. It is all sketched in true as life on his plans.
They had reached the footbridge over the cascade when he said abruptly: "After all, I am glad Lucky Banks got ahead on the irrigation project. He will find it feasible, if any one can. He grew up on an Oregon farm, and what he hasn't learned about sluicing in Alaska isn't worth knowing. It leaves Hollis Tisdale no alternative." She turned waiting, with inquiry in her eyes.
She had broken down his prejudice; she had partially won him over; she had been the "hit" of the evening; further conquests were in sight and within easy reach if she played her cards right. And Essie Tisdale her long upper lip stretched in its mirthless smile she would not have her feelings this morning for a goodly sum. The thought of Van Lennop accelerated her movements.
Foster folded the document slowly. His glance moved to Tisdale, and his eyes played every swift change from contrition to gratitude. Hollis turned. "I want you to take the management of the whole mine," he said mellowly. "At a salary of five thousand a year to start with. And as soon as you wish, you may deliver this deed." Foster's lips trembled a little.
Then, finally, it was whispered and repeated with conviction by people who "wouldn't have believed it of Hollis Tisdale" at the beginning, that he had defrauded the widow of his dead partner who had made the discovery and paid for it with his life of her share. Then, at last, early in December, Jimmie's masterpiece was forwarded to a new magazine in New York. "Dear Mr. Sampson; " so Marcia wrote
Then the eastbound, having made a great loop, found another hidden gateway and moved up to the levels above Lake Keechelus. The whistle signalled a mountain station, and Tisdale rose and went out to the platform; when the trucks jolted to a standstill, he swung himself down to the ground to enjoy a breath of the fine air. The next moment he found himself almost upon a wrecked automobile.
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