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Updated: May 9, 2025
After the dinner, the Jamaican waiter-boys proving too slow, the dinner-party in a body adjourned to Angelina's, and when later, Major Aintree moved across the street to the night train to Las Palmas, he moved unsteadily.
He turned to Meehan, and with a jerk of the hand signified Aintree. "Put him in a cell," he said. "If he resists " Aintree gave no sign of resisting. He stood motionless, his arms hanging limp, his eyes protruding. The liquor had died in him, and his anger had turned chill. He tried to moisten his lips to speak, but his throat was baked, and no sound issued.
'So the colonel, so the regiment. That's as old as the hills. Until Aintree takes a brace, his men won't. Some one ought to talk to him. It's a shame to see a fine fellow like that going to the dogs because no one has the courage to tell him the truth." The chief smiled mockingly. "Then why don't you?" he asked. "I'm a civilian," protested the administrator.
Meanwhile, of the conduct of Aintree, men older and wiser, if less intolerant than Standish, were beginning to take notice. It was after a dinner on Ancon Hill, and the women had left the men to themselves. They were the men who were placing the Panama Canal on the map. They were officers of the army who for five years had not worn a uniform.
The two facts were that Albert was going to ride Four-Pound-the-Second at Aintree, and that Mr. Silver stood to get his money back upon the race. There was a third fact, too, that everybody knew. It was different from the other two in that not even Albert pretended that he alone was aware of it. The third fact was that Monkey Brand was sulking.
If you give me a chance-" Standish struck the table with his fist. "I will give you a chance," he cried. "If you'll give your word to this man and to me, that, so help you God, you'll never drink again I'll let you go." If what Standish proposed had been something base, Aintree could not have accepted it with more contempt. "I'll see you in hell first," he said.
He allowed himself but one dissipation, one excess. That was to hate Major Aintree, commanding the Thirty-third Infantry. Of all the world could give, Aintree possessed everything that Standish considered the most to be desired. He was a graduate of West Point, he had seen service in Cuba, in the Boxer business, and in the Philippines.
And many of his wins have become historic; notably the Grand National in the year of Sedan when Merry Andrew, who had three legs and one lung, so the story went, won for him by two lengths; and thirty years later Cannibal's still more astounding victory in the same race, when Monkey Brand out-jockeyed Chukkers Childers, the American crack, in one of the most desperate set-to's in the annals of Aintree.
"You're afraid of Aintree." The girl, who in many matters was still a child, flared at once. "Afraid of Aintree!" she cried. "I'll show you whether I'm afraid of Aintree or not!" She marched down the passage, pursued by his mocking laughter, and went out into the yard with nodding head and flashing eyes. Then she walked to the gate and looked across the Paddock Close. Mr.
"I'll remember you," Aintree shouted. But in the hot, glaring dawn of the morning after, Aintree forgot. It was Standish who remembered. The men of the Zone police are hand-picked.
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