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I believe, by gad, suh, that you are a common capper foh some infernal skinning game, or that you are a professional. Suh, I call your hand." I was about to retort hotly that I had not requested their chaperonage, and that my affair with My Lady and the Big Tent, howsoever they might take it, was my own; when Mr. Brady, who likewise had been glaring at me, growled morosely.
"You mustn't let it scare you." She began to smile, though her lips were trembling. "No, of course not. Tell me what he says." He gave her the letter and she read. Capper wrote that he had received an excellent report from Dr.
"And, as we said all along, Blackie's the capper for their game. Shake a foot, Comet, old boy. Maybe at the end of a hard day's work we'll look in on ... her." When, an hour later, the stage made its brief stop in Miller's Flat to take on mail bags Blackie was leaning out smoking a cigar and looking about him alertly. A lounger near the post-office door turned to watch in great seeming idleness.
The green eyes gleamed humorously. "Aren't you thinking of introducing me to Mrs. Bertie?" he suggested. "Yes, yes, of course. But you won't do anything without me?" urged Bertie. "I should greatly like a talk with you, but I'm afraid it can't be managed." "I mightily doubt if you could tell me anything that I don't know already," said Capper, "on any subject."
"When my gran'pap war a-strivin' aginst all manner of odds fer peace," she said, disdainfully, "thar was them thet kept hamperin' him by whoopin' on ther troublemakers an' I've done heered him say thet one turrible hard man ter reason with bore ther name of Aaron Capper." The elderly spokesman of the delegation flushed brick-red and his heavy lashes gathered close in a menacing scowl.
Course maybe I'm too hard on him, but it strikes me that an ex-pool organizer, who makes a livin' as capper for a hotel branch of a shady stock-brokin' firm, ain't had the best kind of trainin' as an angel of mercy.
We had dinner at a hotel and then went up to Murkison's room to wait for the time to come. "'Now, boys, says Murkison, 'let's get our gumption together and inoculate a plan for defeating the enemy. Suppose while I'm exchanging airy bandage with the gray capper you gents come along, by accident, you know, and holler: "Hello, Murk!" and shake hands with symptoms of surprise and familiarity.
He's a close-mouthed cuss, an' didn't say much, but puttin' it with what yer just told me, I reckon I kin sorter figger it out. Carver is som' sorter partner with Kirby a capper I reckon an' enyhow he had a hand in that kayrd game. 'Tain't the niggers thet are makin' the trouble leastways not the black 'uns. Nobody's likely ter row over them.
Capper nodded comprehendingly. "But the pain is just as infernal, eh? Only you've the grit to stand against it. Remember the last time I overhauled you? You fainted twice. That's how I knew you would never face it. But I've hurt you worse to-day, and I'm damned if I know how you managed to come up smiling." "Then why do you surmise that you have been brought here on a fool's errand?" Lucas asked.
She stood alone with her face to the grey storm-clouds that drifted perpetually overhead. Somehow she did not for a moment doubt the truth of what Capper had just told her. She even felt sub-consciously that she had known it for some time. Neither did she ask herself what she was going to do. For deep in the heart of her she knew already.
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