Sandy was therethey saw a boy, and Jeff got him some gloves; and they seemed surprisingly friendly."But I can have it cleaned," she said.Certainly they could. Sandy was earnest. If the Captain ordered that they be kept for his special useand if he drank lime juice. Come on, lets ask him. They followed Sandy to the bridge.
ONE:Never mind old Suspicious Sandy, urged Dick. Let him read that, but you tell us.
"What the devil do you want to know, then?"Some thirty miles to the southeast was the Mescalero Indian Agency. Landor had consented with the worst possible grace to take her there sometime when the[Pg 184] road should be passable and safe. She had openly resented his disinclination, though she usually appeared not to notice it. "It is very natural I should want to see the place where I was born," she had said, "and I think we should both be more comfortable if you would not persist in being so ashamed of it."