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He had watched the movements of the other closely, noting his huge bulk, his lithe motions, the play of his muscles as he backed across the room to dispose of the pistol. At Corrigan's words though, Trevison's eyes glowed with a sudden fire, his teeth gleamed, his straight lips parting in a derisive smile.
And thus closed as much as we feel necessary to describe of that extraordinary scene a grand jury room in the year 1804, or thereabouts. Relative Position of Landlord and Tenant Grades of Tenantry Phil's Notion of Respect Paddy Corrigan's Protestant Wig Phil and Solomon in a Fit of Admiration The Widow Tyrrell.
It's unhandy just now, because Tim Corrigan's in Europe for a week's end with Kings. He'll be back on the Kaiser Williams next Friday. You'll have to duck out of sight till then. Tim'll fix it up all right for us when he comes back."
Old Corrigan's words gave them courage for a while; but what can hold up against a diet of herrings day in and day out? And that was all the poor lady could give her family. What was she to do?
"That's a swell Moll in number eleven, ain't it?" "What do you know about her?" Corrigan's face was inexpressive. "Oh say now!" The clerk guffawed close to Corrigan's ear without making the big man wink an eyelash. "You don't mean to tell me that you ain't on! I saw you steer to her room one night the night she came here. And once or twice, since. But of course us hotel clerks don't see anything!
You know your men, don't you you coyote's whelp! You know I'll fight fair. You'll do yours underhandedly. Get up! There's your gun! Load it! Let's see if you've got the nerve to face a gun, with one in your own hand!" "I'll do my fighting in my own way." Corrigan's eyes kindled, but he did not move. Trevison made a gesture of contempt, and wheeled, to go.
It had happened so quickly that she was stunned. She had but one conscious emotion thankfulness that neither man had used his pistol. No one moved. The girl thought some of them might have come to Corrigan's assistance. She did not know that the ethics forbade interference, that a fight was between the fighters until one acknowledged defeat. Corrigan's face was in the dust; he had not moved.
"Get that out of your mind, Jeff," returned the banker, noting Corrigan's tone. "Everybody that knows of the case will tell you that everything's straight there." "Well," Corrigan laughed, "I'm glad to hear it." The train steamed away as they talked, and the crowd began to break up and scatter toward the saloons.
She saw them, locked in each other's embrace, stagger to their feet. Corrigan's head was wabbling. He was trying to hold the other to him that he might escape the lashing blows that were driven at his head. The girl saw his hold broken, and as he reeled, catching another blow in the mouth, he swung toward her and she saw that his lips were smashed, the blood from them trickling down over his chin.
"Not he," said Corrigan, coldly; "he's got too much nerve for that." "Ain't he, now!" Carson looked guilelessly at the other. "Wud ye be havin' anny idee who done it?" Corrigan's eyes narrowed. "No," he said shortly, and turned away. Trevison's appearance in Manti created a stir.
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