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"We have looked the quicksand over, and we feel sure that we see a way of stopping the Man-killer, and forcing it to sustain railroad ties and steel rails." "How are you going; to go about it?" questioned still another interested citizen. These men of Paloma had good reason for being interested. When the iron road was finished, Paloma would be an intimate part of the now outside world.
"You've persuaded them against coming into town," retorted Duff sternly. "None of the A. G. & N. M. workmen come into Paloma with their wages." "I'm glad to hear that," Tom nodded. "It's the effect of taking good advice, not the result of orders." Some of the masked listeners stirred impatiently. "It's all the same," Jim growled.
"Your chairman and president," she began, with a little inclination toward each, "have given me permission to speak to you today for five minutes, because I want to ask the Santa Paloma Women's Club a favor a great favor, in fact. I won't say how much I hope the club will decide to grant it, but just tell you what it is. It has to do with the factory girls across the river.
Dave spent the morning sunning himself on the porch, reading the papers with their exciting news, and speculating over the significance of his mental collapse. The more he thought of it now the more ominous it seemed. One result which particularly distressed him was the change it had wrought in Paloma Jones's bearing; for of a sudden the girl had become distant and formal.
By the time it struck the edge of the possibly conquered quicksand it was moving at the rate of forty miles an hour. Across the Man-killer the train continued for a mile in the direction of Paloma. "Now, let us all inspect the track," suggested the president of the railroad company. "Call up the autos." "Will you let me make a suggestion, sir!" queried Tom. "Go ahead, Mr. Reade."
This neighborhood is terribly excited over the death of Ricardo Guzman, and if any one learned " "So! Then this Guzman is dead?" Longorio inquired, with interest. "Isn't he?" blurted Paloma. "Not so far as I can learn. Only to-day I made official report that nothing whatever could be discovered about him.
And old Paloma was squatting at the girl's feet and rubbing the girl's knees and legs like for rheumatism, which I knew the girl didn't have from the way I'd sized up the walk of her, and keeping time to the rubbing with a funny sort of gibberish chant. And I let loose right there and then. As Sarah knows, I never could a-bear women around the house young, unmarried women, I mean.
Luis Longorio was the sort of man who enjoys a strained situation, and one who shows to the best advantage under adverse conditions. Accordingly, Ed's arrival, instead of hastening his departure, merely served to prolong his stay. It was growing very late now, and Paloma was frantic. Profiting by her first opportunity, she whispered to Alaire "For God's sake, send him away."
Then: "That just shows how much men notice," Mrs. White confided to her ivory-backed brush. "I believe they LIKE women to look like frumps!" These were busy days in the once quiet and sleepy office of the Santa Paloma Morning Mail.
He took his hat, and the two men left the room. "Oh, my God!" Paloma gasped. "They'll be in time, and so will the Lewis gang." "Quick! Ed will take his runabout we'll follow in my car." Alaire fled to make herself ready.
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