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And having thus, to his entire satisfaction, solved the mystery of the hitherto unaccountable actions of T. Morgan Carey and Bob McGraw, Mr. Hennage dismissed the matter from his mind, lit a fresh cigar and permitted the peanut butcher to inveigle him into a friendly little game of whist with three traveling salesmen.
Five minutes later she heard it pull out of San Pasqual, with many a short and labored gasp, casting a lurid gleam across the desert as it sped northward into Tehachapi Pass, carrying Bob McGraw forth to battle, to fight for his land and his Pagans. When the last dim flicker of the green tail lights had disappeared Donna retired to her room and cried herself to sleep.
However, there is one matter that will be hard to overcome, and that is the identification of McGraw by the passenger, Carey." "Who?" "A passenger. His name is T. Morgan Carey, of Los Angeles. He is rather prominent in business circles a pretty sane, careful man, and his testimony would have considerable evidence with a jury." "Find out from the messenger if Carey identified Bob I mean Mr.
Yet there were incidents, too, of high importance to McGraw. Doctor Todd declared that the evening was historical. Standing in the centre of a hushed company, he announced that the year had broken all records for matriculation; McGraw was growing; McGraw could not long be contained within her present walls, and the world must soon realize that in simple justice something must be done for her.
She drew the high collar of her coat around her neck and buried her face in her muff, but he caught up a blanket and dropped it completely over her head; then locking her arm in his own he put one heavy boot against the furnace door, and, braced between the woman he loved and the fire-box, nodded to the engineer McGraw gave head.
The gambler sat down and sighed. "Hot, ain't it?" he remarked, rather inanely. "Rather. By the way, Mr. Hennage, have you, by any chance, seen that young man for whom I was inquiring on the day I first had the pleasure of making your acquaintance? His name is McGraw Robert McGraw.
Back to my land and my water that I'm going to hold in trust for them, the poor devils! Back where there won't be any poverty where ten acres of Inyo desert with Inyo water on it will mean a fortune to every poor family I plant in my desert." "Why?" demanded Homer Dunstan smiling. "Why?" Bob McGraw echoed the attorney's query. He gazed at Dunstan stupidly.
Ever recollect sellin' a hat to this fellow his name's lemme see his name's Robert McGraw? It's written inside the sweat- band." He drew the band back and displayed the name in indelible pencil. "I lifted it off'n his head with my second shot" the messenger explained. "He was goin' like a streak an' it was snap-shootin', or he'd never 'a got away from me.
One of them called to interview you at San Pasqual, for, like T. Morgan Carey, they had traced you that far. He came into the eating-house and asked me if I knew anybody in town by the name of Robert McGraw. I told him I did not which wasn't a fib because you weren't in town at the time. You were in bed at the Hat Ranch.
The electro-magnetic crane of the smaller traveller was already swinging up a number of pieces of structural steel to load on the cars as they rolled out to the extreme end of the service-track. McGraw came hurrying to take charge of the eager loading gang.
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