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"I was asked to hand this to ye." I took it in wonder. Was there something more from Detective Coogan? I tore open the envelope and read on its inclosure: "Kum tonite to the house. Shure if youre life is wurth savein. "Muther Borton." I studied the note carefully, and then turned to Policeman Corson. "When did she give you this and where?" "A lady?" said Corson with a grin. "Ah, Mr.
"I realize that all this is absolutely unprecedented has never been done before is unadulterated gall on my part, Governor North. Perhaps I haven't a leg to stand on." "Morrison, this infernal nonsense must cease!" Senator Corson shouted, leaping from his chair and shaking both fists. "You need not take, Miss Bunker!"
"She has been a good friend to me," I said, and we called a servant from below and left the gruesome room to his guardianship. "And now, there's another little job to be done. There's one of my men a prisoner down on Davis Street. I must get him out." "I'm with you, sor," said Corson heartily. "I'm hopin' there's some heads to be cracked."
"Who's D-D-Dave Corson?" asked the doctor. "Quaker preacher. Young feller 'bout twenty years old." "Can he t-t-talk?" "Talk! He kin talk a mule into a trottin' hoss in less'n three minutes." "He's my man!" exclaimed the doctor, at which the crowd laughed again.
Well, he's pretty bad busted up, but I guess he's still good enough to hold this Perris they talk about. Where's Perris?" The same name was being shouted here and there in the crowd. Corson stood up and peered about him. "Who is Perris?" asked Marianne. "A gent that come out of the north, up Montana way, I hear. He's been betting on himself to win this bucking contest, covering everybody's money.
I cannot live another moment without the hope that I shall be forgiven by this old man whom I have so terribly wronged, and I know that he will not forgive me unless I put back into his hands the treasure of which I robbed him." "Corson," said Mantel, rising and taking David by the hand, "you must give up this dream of receiving the old man's pardon." "I cannot!" "You must!
But I must insist that a private line shall not be used to convey out of this room any of our public business!" Corson then became the only moving figure in the tableau; he went to the wall, pushed aside a huge frame which held the state's coat of arms, and pulled from a niche a telephone on an extension arm.
Even the whip doesn't get a single buck out of the poor rascal." The quirt slashed the flank of the piebald but it drew forth only a meek trot. The terrible Rickety went back to the corrals like a lamb! "Arizona's got a good man to beat," admitted Corson, "but he's got a chance yet. They won't get any more out of Rickety. He's not only been rode he's been broke. I could ride him myself." "Mr.
"But do I have your solemn promise, Senator Corson, that this gentleman will be returned to me by you at the earliest possible moment?" "I promise." "And I want your promise that you will hurry back," said the girl, addressing Stewart. "I'll wait right here!" "But, Lana, remember your duties to our guests," protested her father.
Here ye be, Hen," he added, breaking off to greet Nan's uncle. "I got suthin' to say to you. I kin say it now, for I ain't beholden ter nobody. With what me and the ol' woman had scrimped and saved, an' what this feller from Chicago give Corson, I done paid off my debt to ol' Ged Raffer, an' the little farm's free and clear."
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