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"My son!" exclaimed Judge Whaley, scarcely understanding the reply. "Who is my son?" "Here, father! We are both alive. Thank God!" "My son?" muttered Judge Whaley. "Brave son! Who is it?" "Why, Perry Whaley!" answered the good housewife. "His arms are around your neck. Those warm kisses were his!" The sick man glared about him till his eye fell on the boy. "Ha!" he whispered. "By you.
Lorimer turned angrily, but Whaley was walking carelessly away; and the retort that rose to his lips was not one to be shouted after a man of Whaley's desperate character with safety. As his son approached him he was conscious of a thrill of pleasure in the young man's appearance. Physically, he was all he could desire.
"Sam Whaley has had exactly the same opportunity for happiness that Peter Martin has had," answered the Interpreter. "Opportunity, yes," snarled the other. "Opportunity to cringe and whine and beg his master for a chance to live like a dog in a kennel, while he slaves to make his owners rich. Do you know what this man McIver says? I will tell you, Mr.
"If I got Antony to come to thee, Whaley, could ta do owt wi' him, thinks ta?" "I wouldn't try it, squire. It would be breath thrown away. Soon or later thy son Antony will take his own way, no matter where it leads him. Thou hes t' reins i' thy hand now, tak' my advice, and settle this thing while thou hes.
In spite of Onistah's assurance her heart was troubled for him. West and Whaley would study the tracks and come to at least an approximation of the truth. She did not dare think of what the gorilla-man would do to her friend if they captured him. And how was it possible that they would not find him? His footsteps would be stamped deep in the snow. He could not travel fast.
That moment the fugitive made up his mind that he would kill Whaley at the first good opportunity. A tide of poisonous hatred raced through his veins. Its expression but not its virulence was temporarily checked by wholesome fear. He must be careful that the gambler did not get him first. His voice took on a whine intended for good-fellowship. "I reckon I was too pre-emtory.
The wild clatter, the crackling of a river of horns, and the thundering of hoofs, was deafening. Whaley, seeing eighty thousand dollars' worth of cattle running away from him, turned with a fierce imprecation, and gave David a passionate order "to ride up to the leaders," and then he sprang for his own mule. David's time was now fully out, and he drew his horse's rein tight and stood still.
They were the first words Whaley had spoken. In his soft, purring voice they carried out the suggestion of his crouched tenseness. If West was the grizzly bear, the other was the forest panther, more feline, but just as dangerous. The convict looked at him, eyes narrowed, head thrust forward and down. "What's that?" "I said to let her alone." West's face heliographed amazement. "Meanin' ?"
He held her at arm's length, a fierce anxiety in his haggard face. "Is a' well wi' you, lass?" he asked, almost harshly. She understood his question. Her level eyes met his. They held no reservations of shame. "All's well with me, Father. Mr. Whaley was there the whole time. He stood out against West. He was my friend." She stopped, enough said. "The Lord be thankit," he repeated again, devoutly.
The lumps of ice that had gathered round these had to be knocked off with hammers before they could be freed. When they staggered into the house with their packs, both men were half-frozen. Their hands were so stiff that the fingers were jointless. They stopped only long enough to limber up the muscles. Whaley handed to Jessie the revolver he had taken from West. "Keep this," he said.
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