Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 190: what you’re looking at

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182 STOPPED ON THE VIRGINIA MOUNTAINS. ‘It’s as good as a feast,’’ chimes in Joe. ‘The last vestige of the enemy has vanished amid the bushes, and there is no use in wasting good am- munition on the air. So they turn once more to run after the vehicle. When they have gone some little distance and fail to run across the carriage, it begins to look as though something not down on the programme had occurred. ‘‘Confound it, I’m afraid,’’ mutters Joe. “‘Of what ?’’? demands Bob. ‘That rascally Jehu!’ “Well, what of him ?’’. ‘““He’s run away with your wife.”’ At this Pemberton actually laughs, ‘“‘Shows how little you know Mrs. Bob. That driver may be enterprising, and perhaps something of a schemer, but when he undertakes to get the best of my wife in a deal like this, he goes beyond his depth.”’ , ‘Such confidence is sublime,’?’ murmurs the Senator. pL istetens All stand still and strain their ears in the endeavor to make out sounds. All they can hear seem to be voices on the rise above—probably the badly demor- alized remnants of the Bagleys comparing notes and ascertaining damages, © | ‘‘Makes me think of a scattered covey of quail peeping to each other in the bushes,’’ declares Joe, jokingly. ~ ‘‘I hear nothing of the carriage,’’? remarks Bob, ‘What do you take that a sign of?” COMNIE OOKS.COnnl es)