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The murmur of the surf grew fainter and fainter until not a sound broke the stillness, the soft footfall of the camels being inaudible even to the men who led them. Halloran had enjoined silence for some reason, and he stopped his brother irritably when that usually irrepressible youth started to whistle feebly.
Names and localities have been altered, naturally, and the second part of the story is pure fiction. Jim Halloran was bored to death. With a natural curiosity he had drifted into Walfisch Bay, bitten as it were out of the huge expanse of German South-West Africa, vaguely expecting something out of the ordinary from such a queer locality. But he had found literally nothing to do.
The latter, who was still masquerading under the name of Lester Armstrong, had been on a continuous spree ever since the night he had wedded the little beauty, and Halloran had let him take his course, saying to himself that there was plenty of time in the future to carry out their scheme. For once he found Kendale partially sober.
I told him 'Yes, climb up; it's a little extra work for the horses, but I suppose as long as I don't mind it you'll not object." "Ha! Satan always helps his own out of difficulties," whispered Halloran to his companion; and, without waiting for a reply, he was out of the coach like a flash, and his hand was on the old grave digger's arm ere he could make the ascent to the box beside the driver.
Now Tom had not discussed the Jackson well, except casually with Judge Halloran, but every word that "Bob" spoke rankled, so he interrupted with a resentful query: "Ain't I equal to han'le an important deal?" "Bob" acknowledged quickly that he was.
There are two bullets left in the revolver; you ought to shoot me dead at your feet, Lester Armstrong. I deserve it." Lester shook his head. "Do better with your life than you have done in the past," he said. Halloran tried to rise to his feet, but fell back exhausted on the snow. "I cannot walk," he gasped. "I I am sure my limbs are frozen."
There never was a night so long that another day did not dawn at last and when the morrow's light broke, Halloran was slowly but surely collapsing giving himself up to the horrible doom that awaited him for the bear had not quitted his position under the tree, nor had he taken his eyes off his intended victim for a single moment.
Leland, in the mean time, felt unhappy. Her daughter was changing, and the change troubled her. The intimacy formed with Mary Halloran, it was clear, was doing her no good, but harm. By this time, too, she had noticed some things in the mother that were by no means to her taste.
For a long time afterwards this conversation dwelt in Hyacinth's mind. Tim Halloran he knew to be practically a freethinker, but Maguire regularly heard Mass on Sundays, and often went to confession. It was a puzzle how he could do so, feeling as he did about the religious Orders.
"Some evil, I am sure, will grow out of it," he would say, whenever allusion was in any way made to the subject of his wife's intimacy with Mrs. Halloran. "No one can touch pitch and not be defiled." "I really must blame you," Mrs. Leland replied to a remark like this, "for your blind opposition to Mrs. Halloran. The more I see of her, the better I like her. She is a perfect lady.
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