Bane."
There was a tall gaunt man in overalls and jumper, who, somehow,
possessed a family resemblance to the gray horse, leaning against the
door frame, much as his beast leaned against the wagon shaft. Perry
Baker and the gray horse had traveled so many years together about
Paulmouth and Cardhaven that it was not surprising they looked alike.
When Louise mounted the porch steps she could not easily pass the
expressman, who was saying, in drawling tones:
"Well, I brought it over, seeing I had a light load. I didn't know
what else to do with it. Of course, it was Cap'n Abe give it to me to
ship. Let's see, I didn't happen to see you here that night you came,
an' I brought the young lady's trunks over, did I?"
"Not as I know on," barked Cap'n Amazon with brevity.
"Funny how we didn't meet then," drawled Perry Baker.
There seemed to be a tenseness to the atmosphere of the old store.
Louise saw the usual idlers gathered about the cold stove--Washy Gallup
on his nail-keg, his jaw wagging eagerly; Milt Baker and Amiel Perdue
side by side with their elbows on the counter; Cap'n Joab Beecher
leaning forward on his stick--all watching Cap'n Amazon, it seemed,
with strained attention.
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