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They refused, and as I anticipated that refusal I made preparations accordingly; a hundred and fifty white workmen arrived at Bowenville from Denver this morning and a hundred and fifty more will come to-morrow. They will do the work." The Senator's lips quivered and the upper one lifted in a movement like a snarl, showing tobacco-stained teeth.
So his father did not know about this." "Tell it all, Naharo." The other inhaled a puff of smoke and half-closed his eyes. Though nearly white, he retained the Mexican's high cheek bones, and languor, and unforgiving nature. "I was in Bowenville, freighting up flour to the store of Smith's. I had loaded by evening, to make an early start next day.
"Then you must start telegrams to head him off, start them the instant you get home. Telephone to Bowenville the message you want sent and have the operator dispatch it to all trains going both ways since early evening, in order to make sure. If you can reach him within two or three hours, wherever he is, he can hop off, catch a train back and be here by to-morrow evening.
A man all at once pushed forth from the crowd, wrathfully elbowing his way among neighbors. He was Naharo, the Mexican who had chatted once with Martinez in the latter's office. "It is true," he shouted, facing his countrymen. "I, Naharo, vow it the truth. For I saw this engineer take a young girl away from Ed Sorenson in the restaurant at Bowenville that the scoundrel intended to seduce.
Martinez whirled about. "Ah, it's only you, Naharo." "He is a bad fighter, eh?" And the man, almost white because of intermixed blood, moved a hand in the direction Weir's car had gone. "Perhaps not bad. Quick with a gun, however," was the careful reply. "With his fists also. I saw, or if I did not see, I very nearly did so it is the same saw him use them in Bowenville.
If they spent no money there whatever it would sting the town where it would hurt the most, in its pocket-book; and he himself was transferring the company bank account to Bowenville, by way of example. If any man felt the need of change from camp, he could have two days off at the end of the month to spend at Bowenville. But keep away from the Mexicans!
Martinez would do as well as another. "You're a notary, I suppose?" he questioned. "Yes, Mr. Weir. Most of us lawyers here are," he replied politely, when he had advanced. "I've some papers I want acknowledged to-night. Must get them into the mail going down to Bowenville in the morning." "Only too pleased to facilitate your business, Mr. Weir. My office is down a few doors." "Jump in."
He had come suddenly, unexpectedly, returning with Magney, the engineer in charge, when the latter had been summoned east for a conference with the company's directors. He had replaced Magney, who was now whirling away to the nearest railway point, Bowenville, thirty-five miles distant.
We don't get to town so very often; she never knew he was engaged to marry you, there never happening to be any mention of it to her. Then he got her to go to Bowenville one day awhile ago, under promise to marry her there Mary is only sixteen, a little girl yet. To me, anyway." Janet felt the working of his love in those simple words.
"First, you coax her to Bowenville by a promise, then you persuade her by more promises to go to Los Angeles," the engineer proceeded steadily, "and there you would betray and abandon her to a life on the streets, like the yellow cur you are." Sorenson snapped his fingers and moved round to the girl's side. "Pay no attention to him," he addressed her. "He's only a crazy fool."
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