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Updated: June 28, 2025
Ask me something pleasant. Oh, by the way, Bronson's out to-day." "I'm glad I'm not on his bond," I said pessimistically. "He'll clear out." "Not he." McKnight pounced on my ace. "He's no fool. Don't you suppose he knows you took those notes to Pittsburg? The papers were full of it. And he knows you escaped with your life and a broken arm from the wreck. What do we do next?
But his loss would be a serious one. Without the speed-boat, Gregory would be greatly handicapped. He set his jaw grimly in the darkness. He could not afford to tie up the Richard. He would run her himself. Directing Hawkins to pull the anchor, he slid into Bronson's seat and focused the rays of his flash-light on the speed-boat's starting mechanism. "Are you going to try to run her?"
To-morrow they were to "move out," and George was to begin his work in Bronson's office. He had not come to this collapse without a fierce struggle but the struggle was inward, and the rolling world was not agitated by it, and rolled calmly on.
The highly refined top-quality product removes impurities to a virtually undetectable level. I buy my C from Bronson who ethically gives me the quality stuff. I know for a fact that the vitamin C sold by Prolongevity is also top quality. I've had clients who bought cheaper C than Bronson's and discovered it was not quite like Bronson's in appearance or taste.
His contract was practically over with his present employer, and Hiram's ambition urged him to desire greater things in the farming line. It might be in Mr. Bronson's power to aid the young farmer right along this line. The gentleman owned farms in the Middle West that were being tilled on up-to-date methods, and by modern machinery.
Good-bye, Gray Leg, and you two poor horses that have to carry the packs. Don't stay away all winter." Lorry swung up and started the pack-horses. At the edge of the timber he turned and waved his hat. Dorothy and her father answered with a hearty Good-bye that echoed through the slumbering wood lands. One of Bronson's horses raised his head and nickered. "Chinook is saying 'Adios, too.
The doctor came to Lane's room and told him the girl would not have the strength to go through with her ordeal. Lane was so shocked he could not speak. Dr. Bronson's shoulders sagged a little, an unusual thing for him. "I'm sorry, Daren," he said. "I know you wanted to help the poor girl out of this. But too late. I can ease her pain, and that's all."
"I should if they would let me. The best I can do is ask them to tea and sing for them." It was right here that Bronson's message had broken in, and Derry, coming back from the telephone, had said, "Sing for me." Drusilla lighted two red candles on the piano in the alcove. She began with a medley of patriotic songs.
Lane walked thoughtfully down the street toward Doctor Bronson's office. As long as he walked slowly he managed not to give any hint of his weakness. The sun was shining with steely brightness and the March wind was living up to its fame. He longed for summer and hot days in quiet woods or fields where daisies bloomed. Would he live to see the Indian summer days, the smoky haze, the purple asters?
On one hand it was a struggle for $100,000; on the other, for reputation, for honor, perhaps for life. He struggled manfully, but was hurled again to the floor, and as he looked up, saw the cold barrel of a 32- calibre pointed at his head. Bronson's face, distorted with passion and stern with the fight, glared down at him, as he hissed through his teeth: "Make a sound, and you are a dead man."
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