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Updated: May 13, 2025
Blount's face took on its red fighting-hue. "Wait!" cried Eddring, speaking to Blount, "this is an officer of the law. This is the law." He rose and stepped between the two, even as the sheriff fumbled in his pocket for the paper which had lately been the bolster of his courage, the warrant which in grim jest had been issued by the court of that county to its duly instituted executive officer.
Charlie Blount's amazement was perfectly natural, The German and American did dislike each other most intensely. Neither of them had lived so long on Mayou as Blount, but each was trying hard to work the other man off the island by accusing him to the natives of cheating them.
During considerable periods they did not really pretend to exercise control over the criminal Filipinos inhabiting the west coast of the island. Conditions as to public order were worse in Mindoro than anywhere else in the archipelago north of Mindanao and Joló. No less absurd are Blount's suggestions as to the general worthlessness of the island.
The master mechanic went away silenced, but by no means convinced; and a week later Gryson, who in appearance was a typical tough, and who in reality was a post-graduate of the hard school of violence and ruffianage obtaining in the lawless mining-camps of the Carnadine Hills, sauntered into Blount's office with his cigar at the belligerent angle and an insolent taunt in his mouth.
You spoke rather contemptuously just now of his two months in the Senate; you probably didn't know that he might have gone back if he had wanted to; that he actually did a much more difficult thing named his successor." David Blount's son stood up and put his shoulders against one of the veranda pillars.
He was not abnormally curious, but Blount's communicative mood was unusual enough to warrant a quickening of interest. "The greatest possible misfortune that can ever come to a half-grown boy, Dick my mother died." Gantry's own boyhood was not so deeply buried in the past as to make him forgetful of its joys and sorrows. "That was hard mighty hard," he assented.
"Yas, sah; Marsteh David's in de libra'y," was the answer to Blount's query, and, throwing his overcoat and soft hat aside, the bearer of burdens not his own walked quickly through the hall and let himself into the room of trial. The bright autumn day was cool cool enough to warrant the crackling wood-fire on the library hearth.
If I should ever marry, Evan, I should be deliriously happy if I could find a man who promised to grow to the stature of your father." There was manifestly no rejoinder to be made to this by David Blount's son, though it pointed to another and still more painful involvement. What would Patricia say when the débâcle came? Would she lose faith in his father, and in all masculinity, in the crash?
And with that stock in his hands, with every tell-tale endorsement to prove the damning story of Blount's guilt, he would go to these old-timers and make them eat their words when they said his father was not honest. But as far as he was concerned, what difference did it make whether they considered him honest or not?
It was against all the rules for an engineer to be wiping up his engine while it was running, and it was only by a miracle that the engineer himself had escaped unhurt from the smash? But was it a miracle? A swift stab of suspicion made Wiley's heart stand still. Was this the first treacherous move in Blount's battle to win back the mine?
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