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He silently returned the picture, and then examined the portrait of Old Jimmie then of Maggie then of the Italian madonna, throned on her curbstone. He replaced this last and crossed swiftly to Hunt. Maggie watched this move in amazement. Larry faced the big painter. His figure was tense, his features hard with suspicion.
"I have water and the fire, and my pistol. You go ahead, and come back for me when it is convenient. Only don't leave the island without me." "Leave without you? Not much!" answered Dick. "You forget the treasure," put in Peterson, with a laugh. "We are not going to let that slip." "That's so," said Larry. "All right; I'll remain as the guardian of the treasure." And so it was arranged.
This was one of the thousands of strange human incidents that must be enacted in the building of the railroad. It might have been humorous, but it was big. It fixed the spirit and it foreshadowed events. General Lodge's stern face relaxed, but he spoke firmly. "Obey orders," he admonished Larry King. The loop was taken from Larry's waist and transferred to Neale's.
In an hour Smith came back with new nippers, which he fitted to the steel frame. Then he oiled the press, started it going a few revolutions, to test its condition, and handled the machinery so dexterously and with such evident confidence that Larry nodded to Fitz and muttered, "He'll do."
He broke off what he was saying to Larry to grab up the instrument. "Hello. Yes, this is Mr. Emberg. Oh, is that you, Harvey? What's that? Reported to the police as missing? Are you sure it's him? Great Scott! If that's true that's a corking good story! That explains some things! You take the police end and I'll send some one up to the house! Good-bye!" The city editor was excited.
On his way to the office one afternoon Larry found himself held up by a long procession of young German reservists singing with the utmost vigour and with an unmistakable note of triumph the German national air, "Die Wacht Am Rhein," and that newer song which embodied German faith and German ambition, "Deutschland Uber Alles."
He kept to a conservative game, and slowly but surely he saw his silver being converted into gold. Only Larry noticed his gains the others were indifferent to it, but the skull-faced man tightened his lips as he saw. Suddenly he began betting in gold, ten dollars for each card he drew. The others were out of that hand.
Newton to Larry, as the young reporter prepared to go out. "Yes, and I'm afraid I'll get into water where I can't swim." "Don't let that worry you. You've got to learn, and in New York politics is the most important news of all." Larry found Sullivan in the same place where he had secured the momentous interview.
"If you come to Clintonia, you can bet we'll give you the glad hand, all right," promised Bob. "I suppose we all get free passes, don't we?" with a twinkle in his eye. "You'd get all you want if Tim and I had the say-so," said Larry, "but the manager probably won't be able to see it that way." "Some day we'll have a show of our own, maybe," said Tim.
But that would have spoiled it all. We are not like other people; we have been such chums, Jane." "Yes, Larry," she said again, but the eager light had faded from her eyes. "Let's sit a bit, Larry," she said. "I am tired, and you are tired, too," she added quickly, "after your hard day." For a little time they sat in silence together, both shrinking from the parting that they knew was so near.
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