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"I fancy my son isn't going into the business of tracking down criminals permanently," Burton, Senior, retorted a bit stiffly. "Like enough not," came tartly from Corrigan. "Still, he can keep his peepers open, eh, youngster?" He smiled down upon Christopher from beneath his shaggy brows, and Christopher smiled back. There was something very likeable about Corrigan.
I went over to her, and says, 'Mary, asthore, there's a friend without that wishes to spake to you. "'Well, says Father Corrigan, 'tell that friend that she's better employed, and that they must wait, whoever they are. I'm giving your wife, Shane, says he, 'a little good advice that she won't be the worse for, and she can't go now.
I got along fairly well the first year; but for the succeeding four years the Mark Twain Club of Corrigan Castle was my curse, my nightmare, the grief and misery of my life. And I got so, so sick of sitting for photographs. I sat every year for five years, trying to satisfy that insatiable organization. Then at last I rose in revolt. I could endure my oppressions no longer.
"I've been looking over the land with Pickand; he says we'll sink a shaft at the base of the butte below the mesa, where you are laying tracks now. We won't have to go far, Pickand says. There's coal thick veins of it running back into the wall of the butte." "All right, sir," said Carson. But he scratched his head in perplexity, eyeing Corrigan sidelong.
He said he worked like a slave over those reports; each of them cost him from a week to a fortnight's work, and the work gave him pleasure and kept him alive and willing to be alive. It was a bitter blow to him when the Club died. Finally, there wasn't any Corrigan Castle. He had invented that, too.
Braman was forced to do much explaining, and concluded by reading the telegram to her. She drew everything out of him except the story of the fight. "Well," she said in the end, "I suppose I shall have to go. So his name is 'Brand' Trevison. And he won't permit the men to work. Why did Mr. Corrigan destroy the check?" Braman evaded, but the girl thought she knew.
"But he could leave them where they are and run the chance of finding them when he gets out. If they are well concealed it is unlikely anybody would discover them. I don't get it at all." Scowling, Mr. Burton lapsed into a silence so forbidding that Christopher dared not interrupt it, and accordingly the two sat without speaking until Mr. Corrigan was announced.
But Mother Corrigan rose up as nimbly as a woman to a dance, and she looked the lady in the eyes as if she was as tall as herself, and, "Come in," says she, "for though 'tis a poor place, the beauty of the three of you will light it like candles, and 'tis here your luck begins."
Crude signs, large enough to be read hundreds of feet distant, were affixed to the walls: "CAUTION. DYNAMITE." "Do you keep much of it there?" "Enough for anny blastin' we have to do. There's plenty half a ton, mebbe." "Who's got the key?" "Meself." Corrigan returned to town, breakfasted, mounted a horse and rode out to the dam, where he gave orders for some laborers to be sent to Carson.
"'You see, says the friar, in a whisper to my uncle, 'how I sobered them in the larning, and they are good scholars for all that, but not near so deep read as myself. 'Michael, says he, 'now that I think on it sure I'm to be at Denis O'Flaherty's Month's mind on Thursday next. "'Indeed I would not doubt you, says Father Corrigan; 'you wouldn't be apt to miss it.
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