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There was deep compassion in the young man's face as he was ushered into the presence of the stricken girl, while at sight of him hers mirrored horror, contempt, and hatred. "You know this man?" asked the lieutenant. "Yes," she replied. "His name is Torrance. I have seen him a number of times in the past year. He worked as a clerk in a store, in the hosiery department, and waited on me there.
Torrance had now been an inmate of Bellair House some days, and she certainly had no reason to complain that her present outlook was not all that could be desired.
Of the eight Constable Williams and Murphy were stationed in the kitchen, with its one window and door. In Tressa's room, the point of least exposure, two of the crew were established. Torrance and another of the crew held the contractor's bedroom at the front. The living room Mahon himself, assisted by the last member of the crew, took in charge.
There's a good two weeks' work for you afterwards. Only start on Koppy. Eh, how's it look to you?" "No pay Indian," repeated the Indian. "There's a sting in the tail somewhere," Torrance muttered to his foreman. "Either he wants my calabash pipe, or he plans to land his whole family of papooses on my breakfast table while he's on the job. And their annual bath may be eleven months back.
"Here's the man you'll bother, I think," said Torrance, indicating Lorry. "He's riding that horse." Lorry grinned. "Want to trade horses?" "I don't know. Is that your horse?" "Nope. I borrowed him. Is that your horse?" And he indicated Gray Leg. "No. I borrowed him." Torrance laughed. "The buckskin seems to be a pretty fair horse." "Then I ought to get somethin' to boot," suggested Lorry.
"It's like this," Bud began, seating himself on the edge of the veranda; "John Torrance, who was supervisor before you came in, got me this job and put it up to me to stick. Now, I like John, and I figure John ain't scared of me. But here's where I lose the trail.
You don't seem to have heard of where these fights sometimes lead Swanson's, for instance, and Tillman's, to mention only last year's. You'd be in a fine mess with one of those on your hands in late July, wouldn't you?" "Let it go for a couple of minutes longer, Adrian," pleaded Torrance. "They're just getting into it. I see a knife out." "And that's what we must forestall.
And Blue Pete could not face that. Besides, those rifles must be captured. The halfbreed accordingly determined to make his report to Torrance, and if the contractor treated it too lightly, he could then inform the Police. With that in view he set out late in the evening for the trestle. He had delayed until the shadows were deep enough to protect him from prying eyes.
Whistler gave Torrance the glass and went aft himself to relieve Ikey at the helm. "You're a fine garby," called Donahue to Rosenmeyer. "Lose your head mighty easy. That chaser isn't chasing us." "How do you know she isn't?" returned Ikey. "She certainly is following us," Whistler said. "But until she bespeaks our attention with her forward gun I guess we need not worry," and he smiled grimly.
It seemed my uncle was already in bed, which was indeed the best thing for our arrangements. We made our last whispered consultations some fifty yards away; and then the lawyer and Torrance and I crept quietly up and crouched down beside the corner of the house; and as soon as we were in our places, Alan strode to the door without concealment and began to knock.
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