Squinting through the Redfield scope, he found King, still standing there on the Lorraine balcony.
Redfield heard her coming and met her half-way, and with stately ceremony showed her a seat.
Cousin Redfield had often hung out the clothes on it himself.
There it is, thorn-mark and all, by the roadside, and at a stile—going to Redfield—probably to the station.
She answered this call hurriedly, thinking at first that it must be Mrs. Redfield.
No man knows better the existence of these different currents than Mr. Redfield.
Only the thought of Redfield and the chief nerved him for the long vigil.
Mr. Redfield and Mr. Burleson had been in Congress, but none of them had ever been a conspicuous figure in national politics.
At sunset Redfield returned, bringing with him medicines but no nurse.
Many storms have been investigated by Mr. Redfield, for the purpose of sustaining his theory.