Golden Face: A Tale of the Wild WestMitford, Bertram
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Golden Face: A Tale of the Wild West
Mitford, Bertram
Dakota Indians -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction
"Now, boys, mind me," said Nat Hardroper to Vipan and the scout, after a
substantial supper a few hours later. "This same Henniker City's a
powerful survigerous place. I've got you out of one fix, but I can't go
on getting you out of fixes. It's too big a contract on one man's
hands, I want you to see. Now, a power of those chirruping roarers'll
be on your trail first thing you show your noses out of this shebang.
If I warn't sheriff this'd be my advice--to take your hosses this very
night and git. But it ain't my advice, because, you see, I _am_
sheriff, and you're under my charge. No, no; it ain't my advice."
Save for the faintest possible wink, he looked them straight in the
face, as solemn as an owl. Vipan burst into a roar of laughter.
"Right you are, Nat. It's not your advice--we'll remember that."
"Well, good-night, boys; good-night."
They shook hands heartily. But our two friends did not go to bed; they
went to the stable. By daybreak they had put a considerable number of
miles between Henniker City and themselves.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
A CONJUGAL DEBATE AND ITS SEQUEL.
With all his failings, the Rev. Dudley Vallance had one redeeming
point--he was excessively fond of his children; but it is probable that
he loved his only son more than all the rest put together. To him he
could refuse nothing. Indeed, so loth was he to part with him even for
a time that he could not bring himself to allow Geoffry to enter any
profession. He must remain at home. There was no need for him to earn
his living, since he would one day succeed to the Lant property, and
meanwhile he could be learning to look after it.
Fortunately, Geoffry was something of a bookworm, and studious of
temperament, or the bringing-up he had received, and the aimless life
which it entailed upon him, would have sent the boy straight to the
dogs. As it was, he was cut out by Nature for a college don rather than
for a country squire, and during his University career he was known
essentially as a reading man.
It may be imagined, then, that when he returned home at the end of the
summer term, after taking a brilliant double first, the pride and
delight of his reverend parent knew no bounds, and by a series of
festivities, unparalleled since the distinguished youth's coming of age,
was Lant-Hanger at large, and particularly its "County Society," bidden
to share the parental joy.
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