The Argosy, June 1904 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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THE FOOL'S POCKET. one fails the other may make up to him. There you are!” He almost lifted Englebock to his feet. The man was dazed. He leaned heavily upon the American’s shoulder. They stumbled along through the dark- ness, managing to keep in the path, but neither at all sure of his footing. ‘Lynn had his arm about the seaman’s waist. The latter threw his arm over the younger man’s shoulder. To sce them in this apparently friendly posi- tion, one would not have imagined how bitterly they had quarreled half an hour before. Somewhere in the plantation behind the cottage and the shops the dogs met them with vociferous barkings, “which quickly changed to whines of recogni- tion when the dumb brutes reached liynn. Behind the dogs came Jackson Ilawley and one of his sons, evidently in search of Captain Englebock. The captain was scarcely able to give a connected account of the accident which had so nearly overwhelmed him. And the aecount which Lynn gave was brief enough. Later a more extended narrative was wheedled out of him by somebody whose coaxing proclivities | have found to be quite irresistible. But he certainly was made much of that night at the Hlawleys’, and both he and Captain Englebock were put to bed, the one unable to return to his ship, and the other quite as unable to vo to the inn. Jackson Hawley insisted upon calling a physician to dress Lynn’s hands. The latter, however, would have been perfectly contented had he been placed entirely under the care of the phy- siclan’s assistant, who happened to be Miss Bertha. And the light in her eyes as she busied herself about him showed how she admired the young man for this further exhibition of courage. Mr. Jackson Hawley became oracular when he spoke to the American. He had not before had opportunity of thanking him for his daughter’s life, which, he declared, he felt “that he re- ceived from Mr. Lynn as a gift with his own! Nobody took the pains that night to tell him his mistake in Lynn’s name. PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG 505 Perhaps, Lynn thought as he lay abed in the room assigned him, unable to sleep because of the pain in his hands, it might have been best to tell Hawley who he really was then and there, while the Jinglishman’s heart was warm towards him. He wondered how Englebock would look upon him the next day. Would their adventure make him a friend, or would he still continue to be an avowed enemy of Jim Shepard’s son? There was much depending on En- glebock’s attitude, and perhaps this thought as much as the pain kept Lynn awake far into the night. CHAPTER IX. DRIVEN OUT OF EDEN. NatuRALLy both of the guests of Jackson Hawley were belated in reach- ing the breakfast-table in the morning. Mr. Hawley himsclf had bustled away to his shops, for he firmly believed with John Ploughman that the only success- ful man is he who “ either holds or drives.” Mr. Hawley kept close watch of his business, and of his sons and yourneymen. Iuynn reached the table some mo- ments before nglebock put in an ap- pearance, so he had a word alone with Bertha, who was arranging a tray for Mary Shaw with her own hands. ‘Some of the boys have been over to the sand pit, ” she told him, her eves shining, “and have brought back your coat. “They say they do not see how you could have dug Captain Englebock out. It was very courageous of you, and it would have been a dreadful thing if the captain had been killed.” “Our escape was quite providential,” he replied. “It only hope that some other things will happen as providen- tially for me.” A shadow came over her face, and she glanced from the window. “T see that Mr. Orrin Levering’s motor wagon has just stopped at the shops, and. his friend, that American, is with him. IJ—I wish now, Mr. Shep- ard, that I had told father myself the —the mistake about your name.’ “T shall have to stand the brunt of CO@ rs) MICLOO@ < S CO@ = ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED w