"
"I see that you don't appreciate an eager and attentive audience,"
Marion remarked, affecting to be deeply offended in behalf of her
guests. "Very well, we'll wait until after you have satisfied a mere
man's appetite, and then we'll condescend to listen."
"Oh, I can tell it in fifteen minutes while Mary is warming over the
meat and potatoes. Now, get ready, all you young ladies, for the first
shock. I was really and truly held up."
"Held up!" exclaimed several of the girls in chorus.
"Yes, held up, with guns pointed at the chauffeur's head by two masked
men on a lonely highway."
"You're joking," said Marion, dubiously.
"All right," said the mine owner, settling back comfortably in his
chair. "You insisted on my telling my story, and now that I have begun
it, you won't believe my first sentence."
"Yes, I do believe it, papa," Marion said repentantly, going close to
her father's chair and putting her arm around his neck. "I believe you
were held up by two masked highwaymen with guns in a lonely spot, as
you say. But how did you escape?"
"We were rescued by some boys!"
Although at the end of a sentence, Mr. Stanlock stopped so quickly
that only a dull person could fail to notice it.
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