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CHAPTER XI.,Judith cuddled close to Bruce on the settee while Elinor went for her wraps.,"But how can I?" insisted Patricia. "They don't all go out at the rests, you know.","Are you sure?"—with cold severity. "It is only two days ago since you told me you loved nothing better than an easy-chair.","There was three voices," whispered Scraff. "They seemed to be scattered among the trees. It's black magic, that's what it is—or old Scroggie's ghost," he finished with a shudder.,To Jack his brothers are behaving with the utmost bonhommie. They have called him "old fellow" twice, and once Geoffrey has slapped him on the back with a heartiness well meant, and no doubt encouraging, but trying.,“Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.”,"But what are you talking of?" broke in Jen, impetuously. "You say that my poor boy died from blood-poisoning. How else could he have come by that, save through being touched or struck with the devil-stick? No one in the neighborhood was likely to possess any weapon likely to corrupt the blood. If Maurice had been stabbed, or shot, or if his head had been smashed in, I could understand the crime--or rather the motive for the crime--better; but as it is, the person who stole the devil-stick must have killed him.",“Oh, very well.”,“This is my friend, Bob Hazard, Mr. Holman,” he said. “Wanted to come and see a ranch. He is a rodman down at the dam.”,“Didn’t you get enough water in the Labyrinth?” laughed Jerry.,“Don’t bother about the oars,” said Bob, his voice echoing from the walls of the passage. “It’s too dark for ’em. Try to get a hold on the roof.”.