Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 172: what you’re looking at

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164 A FIGHT WITH FORTUNE. Joe Hooker takes him in hand, and when he hears the latest developments in the case, Bob hasa revulsion of feeling, the laugh seems to leave his face or change into a look of concern, for he realizes, per- haps to a greater degree than the Senator has done, what it means for them. Fortunately, Pemberton is a man of action, a man who cannot be dazed by any sudden misfortune—who bears up bravely under weights that might over- whelm most persons. We have seen this characteristic shown before— when he saved the charming creature who has now become his wife. Bob Pemberton is only acting the part that long habit has constituted a portion of his nature. His training in Wall street has at least served him well on several occasions. So Bob rises grandly to the occasion and at once takes the reins in his hands. | ‘Joe, are you at leisure—can you enter this game for a ten thousand dollar fee providing we win ?”? ‘Ten thousand—you take my breath away, man. Why, that would give me five years’ travel in the oddest corners of the world,’’ gasps Hooker. ‘With a companion as fond of world trotting as yourself, and able to pay his own expenses,’ puts in Senator John, calmly. The two men then shake hands, while Bob actually smiles to see them. ‘Count me in to the death, Bob,’? cries Joe. “Tm with you, old fellow—you know that with- out telling,’’ says the Senator, eagerly. “Many thanks, both. Joe, will you. step over to