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There's enough of that stuff there to blow Manti to Kingdom Come wherever that is." They rode boldly across the level at the base of the butte, for they had reconnoitered after meeting on the plains just outside of town, and knew Corrigan had left no one on guard.
Behind it were the resources of a railroad company which would anticipate the development of a section of country bigger than a dozen Old-world states, and men with brains keen enough to realize the commercial possibilities it held. It had Corrigan for an advance agent big, confident, magnetic, energetic, suave, smooth.
At the point of the wedge he looked what he was the leader; he dominated the crowd; it became plain to Corrigan as the mass moved closer that he was intent on something that had aroused the enthusiasm of his followers, for there were shouts of: "That's the stuff! Give it to them! Run 'em out!"
Why not take the Judge with you to Manti, get the record, takin' a bunch of your boys with you an' salivate that damned Corrigan an' his deputies!" Trevison laughed softly. "I don't want any violence if I can avoid it. My land won't run away while we're in Santa Fe. And the Judge doesn't want to meet Corrigan just now. I don't know that I blame him." "Where's the record?"
Trevison thought not, for if the original record were in the safe, and if for any reason the Judge wished to conceal its existence from Corrigan, a hint of the identity of the early-morning visitors especially of one might arouse Corrigan's suspicions. But what if Corrigan knew of the existence of the original record? There was the presence of the guards to indicate that he did.
Well, the week was nearly past, there being but two days till that of the kemp, when, about three o'clock, there walks into the house of old Paddy Corrigan a little woman dressed in high-heeled shoes and a short red cloak. There was no one in the house but Biddy at the time, who rose up and placed a chair near the fire, and asked the little red woman to sit down and rest herself.
"Why, you see," he proceeded in reply, "the poor gintleman was near his end an' it was owin' to Pat Corrigan that I seen him at all for Pat, you know, is his own man. When I went in to where he sat I found Mr. Fethertonge the agent wid him: he had a night-cap on, an' was sittin' in a big armchair, wid one of his feet an' a leg swaythed wid flannel. I thought he was goin' to write or sign papers.
For her father was concerned in this, and if he had any knowledge that Corrigan was stealing land if he was stealing it he was guilty as Corrigan. If he had no knowledge of it, she might be able to prevent the steal by communicating with him. "Trevison tell me?" laughed Levins, scornfully; "'Firebrand' ain't no pussy-kitten fighter which depends on women standin' between him an' trouble.
"Don't, Corrigan don't, for God's sake!" "Bah!" said the big man. He struck, venomously. An instant later he put out the light and stepped down into the gray dawn, locking the door of the shanty behind him and not looking back. Rosalind Benham got up with the dawn and looked out of a window toward Manti. She had not slept.
All are taking expulsion except Corrigan, Athy answered. He's going to be flogged by Mr Gleeson. I know why, Cecil Thunder said. He is right and the other fellows are wrong because a flogging wears off after a bit but a fellow that has been expelled from college is known all his life on account of it. Besides Gleeson won't flog him hard. It's best of his play not to, Fleming said.
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