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If he's gone loco, I'll take him home under my arm " "I say, Boylan, what do you want of him this way? He's a newspaper competitor " "Mowbray got to me. Didn't try to, but he's there. Took the field as if it had been his work always. He's a friend, clever, courageous, a gentleman always, clean cut, a laugh, a hand and a boy over it all. I didn't know until I found him in danger.
They found Boylan so, his jaw clenched, the huge scarred head bare and covered with night dew, but ready to talk. Across his legs, Mowbray lay, and still breathed. Some unique thing, Big Belt, that rock of a man, had found in Peter Mowbray. What he gave to Peter was clear; what he took from a man down, a woman's property at best, is harder to tell.
"So are we. It's up to him to-day. We're a mere wisp of what we were " Boylan simulated interest. There was but one idea in his world, however. "By the way," Dabnitz added. "The Commander asked for full particulars this morning at three. They were sent to him Mr. Mowbray's case " Boylan jerked up his chin. Of late, his woolen collar had apparently shrunk. "You haven't heard yet?" "Not yet.
Presently it occupied the steady swift attention of a stenographer whose pages were put on the machine and handed in strips to the staff members, like a last-minute news story to compositors. ...One of the hardest things Boylan ever did was to speak to Dabnitz as follows: "I'd better be there if you take the others and leave leave Peter Mowbray. He's impulsive. You wouldn't want a scene you know "
It was like an awakening to the rack of thirst after one has dreamed of a spring of gurgling water the swift passing of that face of tender beauty and fortitude, that fair brow, gray eyes and black hair.... Boylan was looking deeply into his face. "Good God, man, you're a ghost. What is it, Peter?" "It struck me queer to see a trainload of girls down here in the field," said Peter quite steadily.
"He would like to do me and do me good and brown. Here's where I've got to play a game myself." "And so," went on Mr. Boylan, "Mr. Peters has sent me to you to ask you to allow him to exploit one, or several, of your inventions. He will form a large stock company, put one of your inventions on the market, and make you a rich man.
Peters is perfectly free to confess that he is in business to make money, but he is also willing to let others share with him. Come now, what do you say?" "I am sorry, but I shall have to say the same thing I said before," replied Tom. "Nothing doing!" Mr. Boylan glanced rather angrily at the young inventor, and then, with a shrug of his shoulders, remarked: "Well, you have the say, of course.
Spenski had been partly kneeling, but as Samarc approached, his head bowed slowly down, and the smile was gone. "Come on they'll do it again!" Peter heard the words but did not know who spoke them possibly Boylan from behind, possibly he had said it. He had not seen Samarc's lips move. The voice was an offense in that silence.
Boylan, I have seldom been more hard hit. He was my friend, too. A more charming and accomplished young American would be hard to find, but we who are out for service, a life and death matter for our country, must not let these things enter. Mr. Mowbray is affiliated in various ways with our enemies not the Austrians, but enemies more subtle and insidious." "For God's sake Dabnitz!"
So he got away as soon as he could." "But what are you going to do about it, Tom?" "Get right after him. He can't have gotten very far. I want him and I want Boylan. We're getting close to the end of the trail, Ned." "Yes, but we haven't found Mr. Damon yet, and his fortune seems to have vanished." "Well, we'll do the best we can," said Tom, grimly.
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