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Even then she would not let McKay take her place at Cassidy's side. The third day she started him off for a post sixty miles away to get a fresh supply of bandages and medicines. It was evening, three days later, when Jolly Roger and Peter returned. The windows of the cabin were brightly lighted, and McKay came up to one of these windows and looked in. Cassidy was bolstered up in his cot.
Annie snatched it up and sucked joyously. "Thank the man, Annie." "Thank you." "Is this your only one, Mrs. "Cassidy's my name! No, I've buried two others." "From this house?" "No, we keep movin' " Mrs. Cassidy laughed a little. Joe made a grim face. "Jump your rent, eh?" Mrs. Cassidy shrugged her shoulders. "What can poor people do?" "But hasn't Mr. Cassidy a job?"
He was sobbing, in a strange, hard man-fashion, as he tore open Cassidy's shirt and saw the red wound that went clean through Cassidy's right breast just under the shoulder. And Peter still heard that strange sound coming from his lips, a moaning as if for breath, as his master ran and brought up water, and worked over the fallen man.
Cassidy's gaze seemed to say, "All right, me lad, but you want t' look out f'r that sort. I know th' kind well!" The car was moving swiftly now, heading for the north and the open. "They cut us off yesterday," said the flapper. "I know I shall simply make a lot of trouble for that operator some day." He wondered if she had heard that mad "Chubbins!"
The unfortunate youth felt, after Cassidy's departure, the full force of that dark and fearful presentiment which arises from the approach of the mightiest calamity that can befall an innocent man a public and ignominious death, while in the very pride of youth, strength, and those natural hopes of happiness which existence had otherwise promised.
"It's no matther about thim things," replied Anthony; "it's thruth about the dead-watch, my mother keepin' warm, an' Shibby's death, any way, But on the night we tuck Cassidy's horse, I thought you were goin' to betray us: I was surely in a murdherin' passion, an' would have done harm, only things turned out as they did."
Well, you see, it'll be an easy thing easiest thing in the world! to trace that silencer attachment. Cassidy's working on that end of the thing now." For a few minutes longer, the two men discussed the details of the crime, theorizing over the baffling event. Then, presently, Cassidy entered the office, and made report of his investigations concerning the pistol with the silencer attachment.
He stepped up to the door, coughing to give notice of his approach. And then, suddenly, he stopped, staring thunderstruck at what was happening within. Terence Cassidy was sitting in a big chair. The girl was behind him. Her white arms were around his neck, her face was bent down, her lips were kissing him. In an instant Cassidy's eyes had caught him.
Yes, she, Barbara Harding, scion of an aristocratic house ultra-society girl, read and re-read the accounts of a brutal prize fight. A half hour later a messenger boy found "Sailor" Byrne the center of an admiring throng in Professor Cassidy's third-floor gymnasium. With worshiping eyes taking in his new hero from head to foot the youth handed Byrne a note.
In the shadow time, between sunset and gas-light, on the afternoon of the last day but one before Christmas, Buck, as he came to be called, leaned over the office counter and put a folded bit of white paper in Nora's hand, saying, as he closed her fingers over it: "Put this powder in Cassidy's cup."
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