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"I do it I, the president of the Independent Workers of the World." "All right, old cock, but what do you do?" "The orchestra." Morani waved a satisfied hand toward the music. "It play. No come-a to meeting." "Can't say I'm sorry," muttered Werner under his breath. "Men many men they play cards where boss can see," said Heppel, mildly chiding the lack of faith in his fellow-conspirator.
Heppel leaped in behind and swung the table leg with all his cruel strength. Morani and Heppel saw a figure launch itself through the bedroom door. It swept them crashing together and shot them through the outer door before they could use their weapons. Werner leaped after them. Torrance started to give chase, mouthing great curses. But a pair of arms encircled and held him as if he were a child.
A dog would get a fairer chance." "At supper to-morrow tell the men," ordered Koppy. "Morani get dynamite. Werner take ten men and watch Mr. Conrad perhaps a knife. Heppel tear up track and stop Police. Lomask take ten rifles back of boss's shack. Hoffman smash boss's speeder. One-Eye Sam take rock-hogs to trestle. Dimhoff cut wires." Silence was over the group.
Bringing himself up short in the centre of the room he started out relentlessly to corner Werner, ignoring the others. The threatened man fled shrieking before him. "Knife him, Morani! For God's sake, give it to him on the head, Heppel!" A bright line slid down the Italian's hand and flashed like a gleam of lightning. Torrance drew up with a shooting pain in his left arm.
A loud crash from the sitting room drove the blood from the girl's face. "Go then go!" In the room beyond, Torrance was enjoying himself, though not without painful reminders that it was a real fight. Heppel had secured a table leg and was wielding it as never sledge or axe.
Heppel and eight cruel companions, as directed by Koppy, had gone on the trail of the two lovers. But when it came the moment to strike, Adrian Conrad was their master. In the darkness they slunk away. And the two lovers, arms entwined, scarcely knew that darkness was falling. In the shack the Indian listened to the fading exhaust of the speeder. His eyes were roving about the room.
When it was repeated he jerked his head nervously, stared for an appreciable moment at an upper corner of the room, gripped his fists and teeth, and whispered a soft response. Werner's head appeared in the window space, smiled, pushed through, followed by a scrambling body. After him came Morani, Heppel, and eighteen villainous-looking companions.
I must testify that, in the happy days when he and I were friends, he was the most delightful and charming of men in every relation of life. Moreover, he was full of a subtle humour which rendered him the worthy confrère of Hamann, Heppel, and Scheffner. It is impossible that all that blossom of promise can be withered and dead, blighted by the poison breath of a miserable infatuation. No!
Do you think you could do anything to improve her?” Said George, “I could alter her, man, and make her draw: in a week’s time I could send you to the bottom.” Forthwith Heppel reported this conversation to Ralph Dodds, the head viewer, who, being now quite in despair, and hopeless of succeeding with the engine, determined to give George’s skill a trial.
The boss was gone for the evening; and he knew something of lovers' rambles. One gang he despatched into the forest after Tressa and Conrad. A second crawled in detachments through the woods to the powder cache near Conrad's shack. Heppel had charge of the first, Werner of the other. Werner, given his orders, demurred. "Thanks, Koppy, but I don't think it's a thing I couldn't do without."
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