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But, as we said, there were other and important matters to claim the attention of the garrison, and just an hour before sunset that evening came the first. Case's week was up, and, sharp on time at noon on Saturday, Case came forth from his room, tubbed, trimmed and shaved, went silently to his desk and then turned to Mr. Craney to ask what had become of the mail. "Nary mail," said Craney.
Craney held that he and his men had a right to be counted in among those told off to hold the fort, and Bonner smilingly assented. "You two seem to hit it off pretty well together," said he to Case and Clancy.
It was a singular crew, and especially in the matter of arguing. They were all older than I. Stevey Todd was a few years older. I recognised Abe Dalrimple here, for he came from Adrian, though I'd seen him but seldom before. Three more I'll name, Kid Sadler, J. R. Craney, and Jimmy Hagan, who was called Irish; for they were ones that I had to do with later.
But we passed up it and stopped, for on the carpeted mattresses before the throne lay Craney, all alone. His coat and vest were put back, his shirt torn open, and his breastbone split by a spear or hatchet, and it was clear he hadn't long to live. A ribby chest he had, and a dry, leathery skin.
The blood soaked out from under the cloth he held there against it, and ran down the little gullies between the ribs. Jessamine sat down and acted nervous. He says: "I'm downright sorry for this, J. R.," but Craney didn't seem to hear, but motioned with his hand and says softly: "You'd better clear out." Jessamine says, "Now, we can't leave you this way."
You're small, there ain't any vastness about you, Jessamine." "J. R.," says Jessamine, remonstrating, "this isn't right, and you know it." "You don't expand, Jessamine," says Craney. "You don't permeate. You ain't got on to large ideas."
Craney lifted the wallet, shook it, and three fifty-dollar bills fluttered out upon the table. Willett looked steadily at Case one moment before he spoke: "Isn't this a trifle high for a gentleman's game?" said he. "That's what they said at Vancouver, two years ago, when you bluffed out that young banker's son." Willett half rose from his chair. "I thought I'd seen your face before," said he.
Craney grew so well and restless after a week or two that he began strolling, and finally one day he went down the path that Titiaca came by. For she said there was a village, and, beyond other villages and cocoa plantations, fishermen along the shore, many people, though only footpaths ran through the woods. Her gossip lacked variety, and the little black monkey took no interest in me at all.
"I've fixed him," said Bentley, "provided he keeps his word," and then, bidding Craney good-night, had gone to garrison, and found the general perturbed over Turner's report and the story about Muñoz. Together they had gone to the store again, the general and his medicine-man, to have some half-breed interpret the message of the feather, but by this time none was left.
Everything else was as Craney remembered seeing it before he turned in, and the inference was clear to every mind that Case had never left the room and probably, after the second dose, never left his bed. And now, from Turner down, all troopers lately afield in search of 'Tonio were again at Almy, discomfited, disheartened.
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