All it takes is one little white lie, and Frances stealthily gets her foot in the door of the kyte family home.
Sprowl hearing his step swung on him savagely, but kyte coolly closed the door behind him and turned the key.
"I will do so with much pleasure," said Mr. kyte, rising to take leave.
kyte's lowered gaze stole upward toward his employer, sustained his expressionless glare for a second, then shifted.
The captain of the schooner and his "recruiter," Captain kyte, received the traders with great cordiality.
But Mr. kyte excused himself, saying that he could not leave his business long, and must start for Wendover the next morning.
Sprowl's lean head jerked; kyte went; and the master of the house strode back into the library and resumed his pacing.
But look out, Captain kyte, those fellows in the bush mean fight.
For mercy's sake, you never came all the way from Wendover to Charlottesville to ask that question, did you, Mr. kyte?
"Look now," said kyte to his companion, pointing along the tops of the hills.