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Hansell nodded in reply to the salutation, but Hugh simply motioned with the hand that held the pipe toward a low stool standing near the middle of the apartment. "Help yourself to a seat, Mr. Bradley; the presence of Tom and myself here is no odder than is your own."
The repairs needed at the mills were soon made. Steam was gotten up and the whistle called the hands to work. Only O'Hara and Hansell came forward. They explained that all would be glad to take their places if the superintendent would allow them a slight increase of pay for overwork.
The man who can keep cool during a dispute has ten-fold the advantage over one who does not restrain himself. After all, Jack Hansell was of small account. It was O'Hara, his master, and mayhap his companion, whom Harvey Bradley must see. If Tom chose to tell the truth he could do so, but if he would not, no one could force him to say the words.
Yet it was easy for them to do so; they could make way with a little child like her and have it seem that her death was caused by falling over the rocks or by some other accident that might easily come to her. "O'Hara and Hansell must have known all about it when I was in their cabin.
Shaggy, beetle-browed and unshaven, his looks were anything but pleasing to those who did not fully know him. Tom Hansell was much the same kind of man, except that he lacked the book education of his companion and leader. He had strong impulses, and was ready to go to an extreme length in whatever direction he started, but he always needed a guiding spirit, and that he found in Hugh O'Hara.
"History of Louisiana," Charles Gayarre. New Orleans, Hansell & Bros., Ltd., 1903, vol. III, p. 478. Ibid., p. 485. Ibid., p. 486. McMaster's "History of the American People." Vol. VIII, p. 339. Ibid., p. 339. A New World Power Youngest among the great nations, the United States holds a position of immense world power.
It struck Harvey just then that he was doing an unworthy thing in holding such a conversation with any man. If he had anything of the kind to say, he ought to speak it openly. He now did so. "There is not a particle of doubt, Jack Hansell, that you and your brother and Hugh O'Hara are engaged in business that ought to place you all behind the bars."
But Jack Hansell was himself again sullen and insolent as ever. He had an intense dislike of his employer a dislike that had deepened within the past few days. He slowly sat down and smoked a full minute before making reply to Harvey, who felt like throttling him. "I told you I didn't know," he finally said, looking into the embers and speaking as if to the glowing coals. "But you do know."
The door was pushed open and the two men and dog entered. Harvey Bradley had risen to his feet, and for one second he stared angrily at the newcomers. You will recall that hot words had just passed between him and Jack Hansell, and both were in an ugly mood. Then Harvey quickly recognized the form in the arms of Hugh and rushed forward. "Is she alive?"
"The canaries; and you look what I haf here. A portrait of my little granddaughter Sibelle. She sit on my knee the Sunday afternoon and listen to the tale of Hansell and Grethel. She call me Grandparkins." Richard swept the photograph aside with the back of his hand. "I'm not sitting on anyone's knee, Grandparkins," he said. A bright purple ran over Van Diest's features in blotches and streaks.
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