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Only listen, please, and believe, and be frank with me." Wilmot nodded gravely. "I don't know who you are," he said, "but you are hurt, and if you'd rather talk than try to do something about it, of course I'll listen." "You are in wrong on the revolution," said the stranger. "It is not to come off in South America, but in the city of New York. If Blizzard's plans carry, this will happen.
There were no more children. The few lights in this street were nearly all red. Save for the light in Blizzard's manufactory, Marrow Lane was dark and deserted. For some reason or other the city lights had gone out, or had been passed over by the lamplighter. Through the glazed door Barbara saw the vast black shadow of Blizzard's profile on the white wall of his office. There was no bell.
Splashing through a little creek of pure, cold water, The Kid turned Blizzard's head up a pass between two ridges of piñon-covered buttes. "A big herd's passed this way," The Kid muttered, "and lately, too." They climbed steadily onward, while the Texan searched the trail with keen eyes that missed nothing. Suddenly he drew up his horse.
Ebbett paused, listening to the blizzard's shrieking outside, then he replied evenly: "He's too intensely a New Englander. The somber and narrow man represses one-half of his being and straightway sets up a Mr. Hyde in ambush to make war on his Dr. Jekyl. Our lunatic asylums are full of patients whose repressions have driven them mad.
It was a possibility to which he had never before given any thought, "But," he objected, "there must be a flaw somewhere." "Probably," admitted the stranger. "For there is a flaw in Blizzard's mind. It is the only way to account for him. He stands on the verge of insanity." "Suppose the plan carries. The city has been looted. What next?"
"If I got killed trying to pay 'em," said he, "my creditors couldn't feel very nasty toward me, could they?" A look of strong admiration came into Blizzard's hard eyes. "I like the way your mind works," said he. "If you get killed in my service, I'll pay your debts myself." "I owe nearly a hundred thousand," said Wilmot. "I've been worse stung," said Blizzard.
It made the distance to its master's side in two flashing leaps, bowling over a half dozen Indians as it did so! The Apaches fell back, overcome with astonishment. With a quick movement, Kid Wolf drew his knife, pulling it from his neck sheath like lightning. With it he felled the nearest warrior. Another step brought him to Blizzard's side.
If a girl could make up her mind to accept shame, bodily injury if she displeased, and a life of toil, she fared better under Blizzard's direction than her sister who worked for Ecbaum, let us say, the lacemaker, or Laskar, or any of a thousand East Side employers of labor. The man could be kind upon impulse, and generous. He paid the highest wages.
It was like running full tilt against an ever-opening velvet curtain. He could hardly see his horse's head. Blizzard's hoofs pounded on and on across the level plateau. Miles disappeared under his flying feet, while Kid's keen eyes were fastened on the horizon ahead. Finally he made out an orange glow a light that changed to a redder and redder hue until it became a point of fire.
Figuratively, Blizzard's tongue went into his cheek at the mention of Dr. Ferris, but the expression of his face underwent no change. "Of course," he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "I have forgiven your father. He was very young very excitable inexperienced." "Actually" she said, "in your heart, you've forgiven him?
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