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This way of taking it was rather disconcerting to Bob Hazard. He had hoped his father would be a little angry, perhaps, at the news of his decision. And if he had, Bob could have stuck to his determination with more heart, for he would have felt he had been treated a little unjustly. But his father’s acceptance of the situation left him without any defense. Besides, the note of disappointment which was so evident, convinced him that from his father’s standpoint he was ungrateful for the love and care he had received.,"Billy!" he cried, "why didn't you shoot?","Open at this hour of the morning?","If we hurry we must meet his car there, and can send him back into Bantry, and so save him.",What a shame, what a shame that he should be the poorest rider of all! On the way back he whipped Bob so that the horse finally ran, puffing, coughing, and stumbling along.,Though jealous, he is still pacific,,"Yis," said the negress, coldly; "de great massa told me to do dat.",“He no more make trouble,” put in the Indian gravely. “He scared too much. I take him border. He no come back.”,“The best thing to do is to shoot him at once,” continued Carlstrom.,"Yet what does Feltham say? 'He that hopes too much shall deceive himself at last' Your medicine is dangerous, darling. It will kill you in the end. Just think, Dorothy, how could you live on five hundred a year!",As Bob shot out into the stream he asked the newcomer, “Want to paddle?”,Mantle it up;.