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After that he flew on again. Yet as he clattered up to the door of Gaffney's crossroads saloon and swung to the ground he looked back and saw a cluster of horsemen swing around the shoulder of a hill and come tearing after him. Surely his time was short. He thrust open the door of the place and called for a drink. The bartender spun the glass down the bar to him. "Where's McGurk?"
I will be at Gaffney's place about fifteen miles from here. You know it? Send your answer there. In the meantime" he stepped forward to the table and poured a small drink of whisky into a glass and raised it high "here's to the long health and happiness of us all. Drink!" There was a hasty pouring of liquor. "And you also!" Pierre jumped as if he had been struck, and obeyed the order hastily.
Gaffney's shrewd face grew shrewder, and he nodded knowingly. "I know!" he said. "Fifty thousand! A fortune, sir!" "What I want you to do," continued Appleyard, "may lead to something relating to that, and it mayn't. Anyway, I'll make you all right. Now, listen carefully. Do you think you could get hold of a private motor to-morrow morning?
For that sort of work I should say that other Gaffney's remarkably well cut out he's a typical, sharp, knowing Cockney, with all his wits about him, and plenty of assurance." "It's detective work, you know, Ambler," said Allerdyke. "It needs a bit of more than ordinary cuteness." "From my observation, I should say both those chaps are just cut for it," answered Appleyard, with a laugh.
She dropped her blanket from her head and let it fall about her calico-covered shoulders, smiling affably about her, but eying the breakfast things appreciatively. Davies held out a lump of sugar to the baby, which that embryo warrior grasped eagerly and thrust into his ready maw, and then buttering one of Gaffney's biscuits and calling for a fresh supply, the lieutenant, with Mrs.
Before they were in their saddles and up with him, he'd be a full three miles out in the hills. Not even black Thunder could make up as much ground as that. So all the fifteen miles to Gaffney's place he urged his horse. The excitement of the race kept the thought of McGurk back in his mind. Only once he lost time when he had to pull up beside a buckboard and inquire the way.
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