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CHAPTER XXVII.,"I'll tell you when I come back," says Geoffrey,—"if I ever do.","Yes, I shall say——" anxiously.,"Violet, play us something," says Geoffrey, who has quite entered into the spirit of the thing, and who doesn't mind his mothers "horrors" in the least, but remembers how sweet Mona used to look when going slowly and with that quaint solemn dignity of hers "through her steps.",They are the Carsons, mustered in force, and, if anything, a trifle more noisy and oppressive than usual.,"You are talking too much," says Mona, nervously.,"I hope she has, poor soul: she will want it," says Geoffrey, feelingly; and then he falls to whistling the "Two Obadiahs" softly, yet with a relish, beneath his breath.,Now for the test. Talking Rock covered the bit of bone with his robe as he had been told to do. He even raised the robe along its middle, making it look as if it really covered a person lying there. Then he shot three of the arrows up in the air, each time crying, "Look out.","Thank you," says Lady Rodney, coldly, letting her lids fall over her eyes.,In an instant they are locked in each other's arms. Ryan wrestles violently, but is scarcely a match for Rodney, whose youth and training tell, and who is actually fighting for dear life. In the confusion the gun goes off, and the bullet, passing by Rodney's arm, tears away a piece of the coat with it, and also part of the flesh. But this he hardly knows till later on.,Mona is watching him intently.,"If I were 'Geoffrey,' I think I shouldn't," says the duchess, meaningly..