Pulp Fiction, 1897 · page 82 of 192
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82 | THE BUNKEL MYSTERY. ‘“ Did he load them again ?’’ : ‘‘IT don’t know ; I don’t think he did; but I am sure he would have done so if the Diana had not come about, and thus distracted his attention ; that is, provided he had any more cartridges.”’ ‘‘ Did he have any more? ”? “You will have to ask him, Miss Singerlay, for I don’t know,’ replied | Andy, with a smile. ““Of course you don’t know! What a foolish question !’’ laughed Di. ‘“If he had any, you did not give him a chance to use them.”’’ “That is just the point ; and I did not mean to have him shooting at a boat with a young lady in it.’’ ‘“You did just right, Andy, and I am sure my father will stand by you to the end,’’ added Di warmly. | ‘You forget that Iam on the other side of the house, Miss Singerlay,’’ said Andy, with a smile, for he felt that he was touching upon delicate matters. “You forget that you were on the other side of the house when that wretch took my boat away from me, and I shall do my best to make my father forget it also. At any rate, I shall forget it;for all time,’’ and Di blushed again. An hour later, Di was landed in front of her father’s house. CHAPTER VII.—THE Riva MAGNATES OF MONTOBAN. MONTOBAN was at the head of the lake of the same name. It was a flourishing town, almost large enough to be a city ; indeed it has risen to this distinction since the events related in this story. Flowing into the lake on the eastern border of the town was the Onongo River, overlooking the mouth of which was the magnificent residence of Mr. Percival Singerlay. Just above the town the river had been a rushing stream, running through a very wild and picturesque region ; and at a distance of something over half a mile from the lake, it was still a rushing stream when there was water enough to swell its current. But there were two dams within half a mile of the lake, which had raised the water and made ponds in the bed of the stream. Mr. Percival Singerlay and Mr. Phineas Barkpool had formerly been > partners in a very profitable manufacturing business, which had made them millionaires in the estimation of other people, though their property was so scattered and of such divers sorts that neither of them could have told whether he was worth a million or only half that princely figure. At any rate they were both rich men, and that is enough. They had been really the fathers of Montoban and the region about it, for they were public spirited men, and had done their best to develop the resources of the locality.. Their enterprise had stimulated others .to action, and the place had doubled, tripled and quadrupled its population. In the day of small things, they had purchased the land on both sides of the river for half a mile, and controlled it wisely in the interests of the Z COMIEl OOO KS 3