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He then mentioned Corrigan and the Midland grant another reservation of Providence, which a credulous and asinine Congress had bestowed, in fee-simple, upon a certain suave gentleman, named Marchmont and disseminated such other details as a servile board of directors need know; and then he concluded with a flowery peroration that left his hearers smirking fatuously.
The rest'll dry out so nobody will know the diff'." Bobby brightened. "Won't I catch cold?" he asked doubtfully. "This kind of weather? Naw!" said Jimmy Powers with scorn. "You rustle in to the cook shanty and get Corrigan to let you sit by the stove." Bobby said farewell to his guide, and presented himself to the cook. "I fell in," he announced, "can I sit by the stove?"
He heard a shout behind him, a clatter, and he turned to see ten or twelve of his men racing over the level toward him. At the same instant he heard a sharp exclamation from Corrigan; heard Gieger issue a sharp order, and a line of men raised their heads above the flat-cars, rifles in their hands, which they trained on the advancing cowboys.
He staggered around the form of his fallen enemy, his legs bending at the knees, his feet dragging in the dust. It seemed to the girl that he was waiting for Corrigan to get up that he might resume the fight, and she cried out protestingly.
A big man Corrigan knew him later as Patrick Carson swung down from the engine-cab and lumbered toward the little frame station house, in a window of which the telegrapher could be seen, idly scanning a week-old newspaper. Carson spoke shortly to the telegrapher, at which the latter motioned toward the bank building and the private car. Then Carson came toward the bank building.
When he was going, he turned and said: "You don't remember me?" "I? Why, no. Have we met before?" "No, it was a matter of correspondence." "Correspondence?" "Yes, many years ago. Twelve or fifteen. Oh, longer than that. But of course you " A musing pause. Then he said: "Do you remember Corrigan Castle?" "N-no, I believe I don't. I don't seem to recall the name."
A dust cloud rose from his hoofs, and Corrigan was lost in it. When the dust swirled away, Corrigan was disclosed to the girl's view, doubled queerly on the ground, face down. The black horse had struck him with its shoulder he seemed to be badly hurt. For a moment the girl stood, swaying, looking around appealingly, startled wonder, dismay and horror in her eyes.
But what a strange place for him to store his property! Things of value, no doubt, which he treasured and feared might be lost. Have you any idea when he will be back? Perhaps if you would give me his address I might write him a letter that is, if you think " She halted timidly. For the fraction of a second Corrigan was silent as if he winced at performing the duty before him.
As he turned he caught a glimpse of a hand holding a pistol, as it vanished into a narrow crevice between a jamb and the door that led to the rear room. He drew his own weapon with a single movement, and swung around to Corrigan, his muscles tensed, his eyes alert and chill with menace. "I'll bore you if you wink an eyelash!" he warned, in a whisper.
"You mean we have actually got the ring back diamonds and all?" put in Hollings, as if unable to make real the miracle. "We have thanks to Mr. Corrigan," was Mr. Burton's reply. "Thanks to young Christopher, you mean, sir," smiled the chief protestingly. "What can I do to thank you?" cried Hollings.
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