Timothy sat on the dresser in black velvet state and gravely addressed himself to the disposal of various tid-bits that came his way . `` Good night , Master . Glad to see you 're looking more like yourself . I told the wife it was only a lover 's quarrel most like . She 's been worrying about you ; but she did n't like to ask you what was the trouble . She ai n't one of them unfortunate folks who ca n't be happy athout they 're everlasting poking their noses into other people 's business . But what kind of a rumpus was kicked up at the Gordon place , to-night , Master ? '' Eric looked amazed . What could Robert Williamson have heard so soon ? `` What do you mean ? '' he asked . `` Why , us folks at the station knew there must have been a to-do of some kind when Neil Gordon went off on the harvest excursion the way he did . '' `` Neil gone ! On the harvest excursion ! '' exclaimed Eric . `` Yes , sir . You know this was the night the excursion train left . They cross on the boat to-night -- special trip . There was a dozen or so fellows from hereabouts went . We was all standing around chatting when Lincoln Frame drove up full speed and Neil jumped out of his rig .
Just bolted XXXXX the office , got his ticket and out again , and on to the train without a word to any one , and as black looking as the Old Scratch himself .
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