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And, by jinks, he's going to stay there and so am I till this thing is fixed up. Blakeley and Westy," he said, and I could see he was pretty serious now; "I went into that passageway with that kid on my back. I was ready to crawl a mile and drag him along if I had to.
While his wife welcomed the new arrivals, Amherst, supported by some young Westmore cousins, was guiding them into the concert-hall, where he was to say a word on the uses of the building before declaring it open for inspection. And presently Justine and Cicely, summoned by Westy Gaines, made their way through the rows of seats to a corner near the platform.
A more plausible inspiration was that they had crossed the Hudson in a boat in order to baffle the authorities and proceeded either southward to New York or northward on a New York Central train. The likeliest theory was that of Westy Martin of Roy's troop, that an automobile with confederates had waited for the party at Catskill. That would insure privacy for the balance of the journey.
I should worry. "Suppose we should go boating or something like that where there's a lot of water," I told him; "that would thin it some if you added water wouldn't it?" "You're crazy," he shouted. Westy Martin wanted to name it The Deep Dyed Villain so you can call it that if you want to I don't care. Now I'll start off. You remember about Mr. Donnelle saying that he had a wireless.
It was pretty hard getting the boat started, because the wind kept blowing it ashore, and we had to pull and tug for all we were worth. I got in back of it and shoved out till I was beyond my depth, then jumped in while Dock and Westy pulled for all they were worth, trying to get her ahead.
"Hanged if I know," Westy said; "he's going to win them the swimming badge, all right. But he doesn't seem to be friends with them exactly. They make good use of him, anyway." "Kind of a performing bear, hey?" Bert said. "Something like that," I told him; "I wish I had him in my patrol, I know that." "Guess he wouldn't fit into any patrol," Winton said; "he seems to be a kind of an odd number."
"If it keeps on leaking like that," I said, "there won't be any water left in the river-it'll all be in the boat." "It's pretty hard bucking the tide," Westy said. "And we're going up hill besides, too," I told him; "remember that." Well, you should have seen Pee-wee. "What are you talking about-up hill!" he shouted.
The surgeon in spotless white examined Blythe and said little. When one of the scouts ventured to ask him if the injuries would prove fatal he said, "Not necessarily." "Who is this fellow anyway?" the Bridgeboro chief asked. "He's a fellow that's hurt," Doc Carson answered rather dryly. "Belong around here?" "He was working here and we were helping him," Westy said. "What's his name?" "Blythe."
Incessant commerce with such thoughts made Justine, as the days passed, crave any escape from solitude, any contact with other ideas. Even the reappearance of Westy Gaines, bringing a breath of common-place conventional grief into the haunted silence of the house, was a respite from her questionings.
I heard a fellow say. It was young Mr. Winter; he's Mr. Temple's secretary, and he always spends his vacations at Temple Camp. "Who's there?" he asked. "Uncle Jeb and Westy and I," I said; "I don't know who's in the other boats; everybody, I guess." They didn't stop but a second and they pulled for where Mr. Elting and the fellows were waiting.
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