"Betty--why in the name of goodness did you ever, choose this
tub?--everything on the river has passed it!" said the newcomer.
Betty started up with a little cry of surprise and pleasure.
"Charley!"
Carrington stepped back. This must be the brother who had come
up the river from Memphis to meet her--but her brother's name was
Tom! He looked this stranger--this Charley--over with a hostile
eye, offended by his good looks, his confident manner, in which
he thought he detected an air of ownership, as if--certainly he
was holding her hands longer than was necessary! Of course,
other men were in love with her, such a radiant personality held
its potent attraction for men, but for all that, she was going to
belong to him--Carrington! She did like him; she had shown it in
a hundred little ways during the last week, and he would give her
up to no man--give her up?--there wasn't the least tie between
them--except that kiss--and she was furious because of it. There
was nothing for him to do but efface himself. He would go now,
before the boat started--and an instant later, when Betty,
remembering, turned to speak to him, his place by the rail was
deserted.
CHAPTER IX
JUDGE SLOCUM PRICE
Athat day Hannibal was haunted by the memory of what he had heard
and seen at Slosson's tavern. More than this, there was his
terrible sense of loss, and the grief he could not master, when
his thin, little body was shaken by sobs. Marking the course of
the road westward, he clung to the woods, where his movements
were as stealthy as the very shadows themselves.
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