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"Well, he'll have to have a lesson. Wait
till I see Longhurst.--Three hundred," he added aloud.
"And fifty," came the echo.
It was about this moment when my eye fell again on
Captain Trent. A deeper shade had mounted to his
crimson face; the new coat was unbuttoned and all
flying open, the new silk handkerchief in busy
requisition; and the man's eye, of a clear sailor blue,
shone glassy with excitement. He was anxious still,
but now (if I could read a face) there was hope in his
anxiety.
"Jim," I whispered, "look at Trent. Bet you what you
please he was expecting this."
"Yes," was the reply, "there's some blame' thing going
on her"; and he renewed his bid.
The figure had run up into the neighbourhood of a
thousand when I was aware of a sensation in the faces
opposite, and, looking over my shoulder, saw a very
large, bland, handsome man come strolling forth and
make a little signal to the auctioneer.
"One word, Mr. Borden," said he; and then to Jim,
"Well, Pink, where are we up to now?"
Pinkerton gave him the figure.


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