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In one instance, at least, Lee Snaith appointed herself adjuster in behalf of Cupid. Goodheart reached town a few hours earlier than his chief. Lee met him just before supper in front of the court-house. "Where's Billie?" she asked with characteristic directness. "He's on his way back. A wounded man couldn't be moved an' he had to stay with him a while. The man was Joe Yankie.

"What puzzles me," Maitland interrupted, "is how you got wind of the affair so soon." "Then you have not heard?" Mr. Snaith exhibited polite surprise. "I am just out of bed." "Anisty escaped shortly after you left Maitland Manor." "Ah!" Mr. Snaith knitted his brows, evidently at a loss whether to ascribe Maitland's exclamation as due to surprise, regret, or relief.

Nothin' but a necktie party would suit 'em when we left in the spring." "Times have changed," explained Roubideau. "This is quite a trail town now. The big outfits are bringin' in a good deal of money. Snaith can't run things with so high a hand as he did. Besides, there are a good many of the trail punchers in town now. I reckon Wally Snaith has given orders not to start anything."

"In half an hour, O'Hagan, you may return." "Very good, sor." And the hall door closed. "So," said Maitland, turning to face the man squarely, "you are from Police Headquarters?" "As you see." Mr. Snaith motioned delicately toward his business card as he called it. "Well?" after a moment's pause. "I am a detective, you understand." "Perfectly," Maitland assented, unmoved.

The counsel he had given O'Hagan seemed most appropriate to his present needs: One thing at a time. And obviously the first thing that lay to his hand was the silencing of O'Hagan. Maitland rallied his wits to the task. "O'Hagan," said he, "this man, Snaith, who was here this afternoon, called himself a detective.

T.H. Ball returned from leave, and in addition to the five, nine other officers arrived, including Capt. E.G. Snaith, M.C., from the 2/4th Battalion, and the two "old hands" Lieut. C.S. Allen and 2nd Lieut. J.A. Hewson. Capt. Snaith went to "A" Company, and the other two became Signalling and Intelligence officers respectively as soon as active operations began again.

One of the assistant priests here, a man called Snaith, took a good degree at Cambridge both in classics and theology, so I shall have somebody to keep me on the lines. If I stay here three years and then have two years at Glastonbury I don't honestly think that I shall start off much handicapped by having missed both public school and university.

Between the silt plain and the general level of its bed rises a terrace. In front of it Prince stopped and distributed the men he had reserved to search the lava bed. He gave definite, peremptory orders. "We'll keep about two hundred yards apart. Every twenty minutes each of you will fire his revolver. If any of you find Miss Snaith or any evidence of her, shoot three times in rapid succession.

In five sentences he sketched the cause of the trouble between Jim Clanton and the Roush brothers. "My bunkie didn't kill any of the Roush clan because they worked for Snaith and McRobert. He shot them for the reason I've just given you. That's his business. It was a private feud of his own. You heard what was said before the shootin' began," he concluded. "Tha's what you say.

I'd like to give it to the boy myself, jest to show him there's no hard feelin's," urged Wrayburn. "That's all right, Dad. I'm goin' to be right busy this next week, I shouldn't wonder. I've got business up in the hills." "If you're goin' on a round-up, I hope you make a good gather, Prince," said Snaith, smiling.