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"I refuse to believe any such thing," declared Miss Octavia, who had
mounted and continued speaking from the saddle. "Your perfect
confidence was admirable, and I shudder to think of the terrible
punishment you would have given them. I do not particularly dislike
Mr. Ormsby, though the possibility of Cecilia marrying him has troubled
me not a little as I have recalled the unromantic aspect of Utica as
seen from the car-windows; but it is much to your credit that you
defied them all and brought them to the fighting-point, and then, by a
stroke of cleverness it pleased me to witness, placed them
irretrievably in the wrong."
If Miss Octavia wished to view my performances in this flattering light
it seemed unnecessary and unkind to object. Now that I was in the open
again with a whole skin I was not averse to the victor's crown; I would
even wear it tilted slightly over one ear. Birds have been killed by
shots that missed the real target; bunker sands are rich in gutta
percha and good intentions. I was a fraud, but a cheerful one.
"It was only a pleasant incident of the day's work, Miss Hollister.
I'm going to engage a squire and take to the open road as soon as all
this is over."
"As soon as all what is over!" she demanded, eyeing me keenly.
"Oh, the work I've undertaken to do here. I flatter myself that I have
made some progress; but within twenty-four hours I dare say that we
shall have seen the end."
"Your words are not wholly luminous, Arnold."
"It is much better that it should be so. You have trusted me so far,
and I have no intention of failing you now. If I say that the crisis
is near at hand in a certain matter that interests you greatly, you
will understand that I am not striking ignorantly in the dark."
"If you know what I suspect you know, Arnold Ames, you are even
shrewder than I thought you, and you had already taken a high place in
my regard. The curtains of the windows just behind you have shown
considerable agitation since we have been speaking, not due, I think,
to the wind, as there is no air stirring. Those gentlemen you have
just vanquished are timidly watching you. Your daring and prowess have
greatly alarmed them. You may be sure they will think twice before
provoking your wrath again."
"I devoutly hope they will," I replied, glancing carelessly over my
shoulder, and catching a glimpse of Henderson as he drew hastily out of
sight. "But will you tell me just how you came to visit the inn at
this particular hour?"
"Nothing could be simpler. I had luncheon at the house of a friend on
whom I called. Cecilia had left me to continue her ride alone, and on
my way home I thought I would ride by the Prescott Arms to see how the
guests were faring. You see,"--she paused and gave a twitch to her hat
to prolong my suspense,--"you see, I own the Prescott Arms!"
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