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It was from the Old Man, who in certain cases ventured thus to be expensively felicitous.... "I'm sorry, Lonegan," Boylan said. "I thought you would be taking the field " "No, the Old Man's got the right eye for these affairs. I'm a desk man." What Lonegan had swallowed to make his voice clear and steady, only he knew, but his nerve was effective. "You've got to help me, Boylan," he said.
By the way, where are you going to-night?" "I'm going to sit at the feet of the most genial anarchist at large. His name is Fallows, an American, who has been ten years in Russia among the peasants." "Duke Fallows I know of him. When did he come to town?" "Two days ago." "Peter, how did you get next?" Lonegan looked a bit in awe at the other.
I've been angling for him some time " "Yes," Boylan remarked, "you need the right kind of help to stand up with Rhodes from this end " "You do make it wildly exciting," Lonegan answered gently. "We'll rock Peter yet." This chat took place in June.
A fellow has to have a heavy lid not to waste fire." Lonegan was worried. "You don't mean to say you're getting fevers and emotions." "I'm threatened." "Mowbray you're lying. I don't believe you'd let anybody see your fires not even how well you bank 'em. It isn't in you." "I wish it were," said Peter.
Lonegan had known Peter in New York and had wanted him for his second many months before the fact was brought about. This was the Boylan of the Schmedding Polar Failure, of various wars and expeditions, a huge spectacle of a man, an old-timer, and very fond of Lonegan, though as representative of Rhodes' he was structurally the competitor of The States in this territory.
Altogether it's a game, bright little story and deep." Lonegan came in and flung himself down wearily. "I've been busy. Boylan is leaving in thirty-six hours. You're going with him?" "I'm ready," said Peter. "Did you have a big time?" "Yes." "What do you think of Fallows now?" "I'm strong for him." "Peter you look bushed." "It drains a man to spend an evening in that company.
"Young Mowbray may be all right," Boylan observed, "but the curse of the student is on him. I should say that he isn't gusty enough for hard work vest buttons too safe " "You can't measure health by the pound," Lonegan observed, regarding the other's bulk with one eye shut. "I never heard of Mowbray spending much time in bed outside of the small hours." "How old is he?" "Twenty-six or seven."
There was routine to do, and the developments of the day to file. Peter was on a mail story.... It occurred to him presently that his second would be interested in this eventuality from the Office. He called several places by 'phone without locating the younger man. "He's with the woman," Lonegan concluded.
Peter and Lonegan were together at dinner three hours after the message from The States. "It's a big chance, Mowbray. That's all I can say. I stay at the wire no heroics." "You ought to see it all from here." Lonegan smiled deprecatingly. "Boylan will help you get through. You don't know him yet. Some time, perhaps, you will two hundred and fifty pounds of soul.
As for war stuff, Boylan is the old master Peking, Manchuria and the Balkans that I think of; also the Schmedding Polar Failure. That last was war a spectacular expedition of the Germans "I might as well make this a lecture, now that I've started," Lonegan went on. "The war game isn't complex.
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