I wasn't awake when Dorry started for Kingston in the morning, so I didn't
hear him go. But I knew when he came back all right. If I hadn't known it,
it would have been because I was dead.
He got back before noon and the first I saw of him he was sitting on a big,
high fancy seat of a cage wagon, wedged in alongside a great big man with a
high hat on and a cutaway coat and a red Vest. The big man was driving and
the two horses had sleigh bells on them and fancy harness and they made an
awful racket. They were dandy white horses, though. Dorry looked awful
scared and little alongside the big man. The cage wagon was all gold color
and fancy on the top and the wheels looked like Fourth of July pinwheels.
Harry said, "Mr. Costello doesn't exactly look as if he had sneaked off,
does he? He's not ashamed to be seen. What's that, a searchlight?"
I said, "No, it's a diamond; he's got diamonds all over him. Somebody must
have sprinkled him with diamonds before he started. He had them everywhere
except on his feet. He had a big long whip in his hand, too. There was a
man in the cage, besides; I guess he was a keeper.
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