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The marble, being unable to touch them, was diverted from its course, and when the roar of the great crash had died away, Zog saw his intended victims standing quietly in their places and smiling scornfully at his weak attempts to destroy them. Cap'n Bill's heart was beating pretty vast, but he did not let Zog know that.
He was not so romantically loyal, not so inhumanly heroic, that it can truthfully be reported that he never thought of getting rid of Bill. He did think of it, again and again. But always he was touched by Bill's unsuspecting trust, and shook his head, and sank again into the fog. What was the use of trying to go ahead? Wasn't he, after all, merely a Bill McGolwey himself?
"Kate?" he inquired lamely. "Kate who?" "Kate Seton." In an instant Bill's whole attitude underwent a change. He sat up, and, removing his pipe, dashed the charred ashes from its bowl. "Why, that's the sister of Helen Seton." Charlie nodded, his eyes lighting with a sharp question. "Sure. But you don't know Helen?" Bill's face beamed. "Met her on the trail," he cried triumphantly.
Presently Jack, whose eyesight was even keener than Bill's, having been well practised at night from his childhood, caught his companion's arm, exclaiming, "Hold back; it seems to me that we have got to the edge of the downs." They crept cautiously forward. In another instant they would have leapt down a cliff some hundred feet in height, and been dashed to pieces.
Samuel added; shading his eyes with his hand and peering out upon the gleaming surface of the bay, over which the white sails of scooters were darting like a flock of huge, single-winged birds. "Eph's racing with Captain Bill Green," replied the newspaper man. "Captain Bill's got an extra set of new runners at the side of his scooter and wants to test them.
That's like old Slayforth always lookin' to get the worst of it. I'm square, and so's Jack. Makes me sick, this spyin' on honest folks. Everybody knows we wouldn't turn a trick." Now it was Laughing Bill's experience that honesty needs no boosting, and that he who most loudly vaunts his rectitude is he who is least certain of it.
And, say, get a tally of McTavish's outfit. Get their time schedule. I'll need it. So long." Kars followed his personal baggage which a quayside porter had taken on to the grandiosely named mail train. John Kars was standing at the curtained window of Dr. Bill's apartment in the Hoffman Apartment House. His back was turned on the luxuriously furnished room.
Old Captain Bill and young Bill's new step-mother were among the crowd, and it was fun the see the young bride rushing around after her old hubby, trying to keep him from blowing up the boat with his sneezing and cursing. He would pull away from her every time he would make a big sneeze, and then he would curse until another one would overtake him.
And in the darkness that surrounded her she felt that she could see Bill's face, as she remembered it red-cheeked and clean-shaven six years or more ago. The blazing roof of the guardroom lit up even the crossroads for a while, and Brown and his men could see that for the present there was a good wide open space between them and the enemy.
In a moment Charlie's whole manner underwent a change, and his dark eyes stared incredulously up into Bill's face, which, surely enough, still bore the marks of his encounter. "You thrashed Pete?" he inquired slowly, in the manner of a man painfully digesting unpleasant facts. But Bill was in no mood to accept any sort of chiding on the point. "I wish I'd killed him," he retorted fiercely.
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