San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-10-11
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all.
There are people who do not believe
I'm pTesentimentS; Mark Hilton was not
one of them. He had a preSentiment
that danger was threatening his foster
brother, and he could not shake ii off.
Neither was he ignorant of the quarter
from whence il would come. The eX-
preston of Herbert ArCher'S cOunte-
nance when he first saw Philip haunted
him, and his belief was strengthened
when he learned his love for Florence
Granger
Whatever Mr.. Phil may say he
pOndered, things may be done out here
that never would be attempted in Eng
land: and that man is capable of doing
1t. | wish Mr.. Phil would get off to the
diggings."
But Philip Bathurst, despite his as
surance that he would not let the grass
grow beneath his feet. appeared in no
haste to leave Shady Creek, where mat
tiers apparently were proceeding so
evenly that Marks suspicious might
have died out, but for one circumstance.
On the second night of his being
there, some sharp words had arisen be-
tween him and Mat Greeve, which but
for the StOCkman'S interference would
have ended in blows.
Keep civil tongue in your head,
fellow had remarked the stOckman.
angrily. Remember Jeck here is an
old and valued servant, while you are
here only on trial.
well, can't the black niger" growl-
ed Mat, fight his own battles without
yOnder new importation doing it for
him?' For Mark had taken the part
OF the aborigine whom the other had
been gOading by his ridicule. IF he
wants fight on his own account I'm
ready for him; and he began rolling
up the sleeve from his brawny arm, at
The same time casting an evil glance at
Mark.
wen have no fighting here" put
IN the StOckman, ''and if you are of so
quarrelSome disposition, Mr.. Mat,
you won do for us, 50 you may Just
tramp back to Mr.. Archer and tell him
50.
With another scowl and mutter. the
man retreated to another part of tile
room.
What a hang-dOg ruflian he looks"
remarked Mark to the StOckman.
Looks what he is, reckon. Some
tlcket-of-leave convict. Suspect. whose
throat is itching for the halter it merits.
Mr., Archer ought to have sent him
packing"
Mark had become interested at that
name, and now asked, carelessly:
lie sent him? One of the servants
he didn't want?'
No, the day before yesterday he ap-
piled for work, and Mr.. Archer. who
hadn any to give him, sends him on
here, knowing master had some fresh
cattle, and heart that never sends any
one adrift.n
Mark became silent. His PRESENT.
ment made him ready to catch at any,
thing that seemed suspicious. And it
did seem suspicious that Herbert Arch
er should have taken such interest in so
ylllalnOuS fellow as Mat Greeve, and
to seek place for him under the colo
nel's roof.
How Mr.. Phil would laugh at me-
he reflected. But | can't help that:
III tell him nothing about it. only mi
keep watch on Master Mat"
Indeed, the man had suddenly ac-
lulred fascination for him, and fur
lively he kept his eyes on him as lie sat
and chatting with the labOrers.
suddenly he saw him glance swiftly up |
At the clock, then, after looking eau
,lOuSly around, as one DESTROYS to es-
ape observation, move near the door. |
Here he paused, glanced round again,
md, finding his companions attention |
occupied, quilted the room. Mark
waited one moment, then, impelled by
power he could not resist. followed.
As he entered the passage, cool air
showed that an outer door had been |
Dpened. lie knew which. and strobe to |
t. Pulling it slightly aiar, he beheld
Nat Greeve rapidly, but with an ap-
'earance of skulk, making his way over
o the Stock-yard, but keeping in the
hadOw.
Mark paused no longer, not even to
eason upon the wisdom or the folly of
he proceeding, but closing the door,
followed. Where could he be going at
his time of night2 And now it occur
ed to him that at the Self-same hour
ne had missed him from the room on
5he previous evening.
Its no concern Of mine he might
say; but fancy it is. At least, though
t end in fight, I'll find out, thought
Mark, as cautiously he tracked the glid-
ng, skulking form of Mat Greeve into
.he bush.