The Rules of the Game by Stewart Edward White
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don't believe I'll have time to show you. Just look around a little."
On the porch outside Bob paused. After a moment he became aware of a figure at his elbow. He turned to see old Jim Tally bent over to light his pipe behind the mahogany of his curved hand. "Want to take in Marion, bub?" he enquired. "Sure!" cried Bob heartily, surprised at this mark of favour. "Come on then," said the old riverman, "the lightning express is gettin' anxious for us." VII They tramped to the station and boarded the single passenger car of the accommodation. There they selected a forward seat and waited patiently for the freight-handling to finish and for the leisurely puffing little engine to move on. An hour later they descended at Marion. The journey had been made in an almost absolute silence. Tally stared straight ahead, and sucked at his little pipe. To him, apparently, the journey was merely something to be endured; and he relapsed into that patient absent-mindedness developed among those who have to wait on forces that will not be hurried. Bob's remarks he answered in monosyllables. When the train pulled into the station, Tally immediately arose, as though released by a spring. |
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