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Fouled those I'm not fit to grovel to. I thought I was honest in a way. Now I know I'm the scum I am " "You don't mean to say you're goin' to welch again?" asked the horrified Crimmins. "Goin' to tell the major " "Just that, Crimmins. Tell them what I am. Tell Waterbury, and face that charge for poisoning his horse. I may have been what you say, but I'm not that now.
It don't sound real." Then he suddenly crashed a fist into his open palm. "I see, I see," he snapped, striving to control his excitement. "Then you don't know. You can't know." "Know what?" Garrison sat bolt upright in his narrow cot, his heart pounding. "Why why about Crimmins, about Waterbury, about Sis everything," exclaimed Drake. "It was all in the Eastern papers. You were in Bellevue then.
"It's not enough to have have her die, but I must be her poisoner," he said mechanically. "It's all circumstantial evidence, or nearly so," added Drake, shifting from one foot to the other. "You were the only one who would have a cause to get square. And Crimmins says he gave you permission to see her alone. Even the stable-hands say that. It looks bad, kid. Here, don't take it so hard.
Young Billy McGaw also saw Crimmins enter the gate, and promptly hid himself under the broken-down steps. He hoped to overhear what was going on when the two went out again. Young Billy's inordinate curiosity was quite natural.
As Crimmins stepped down from the broken stoop, with its rusty rain-spout and rotting floor-planks, Billy overheard this parting remark from his father: "Thry the ile furst, Crimmy, an' see what she'll do; thin give her the vinegar; and thin," with an oath, "ef that don't fetch'er, come back here to me and we'll give 'er the red pepper." Brother Knight Crimmins waved his hand to the speaker.
There was sincerity, good feeling, and force behind the declaration, and the major eyed Garrison intently and with some curiosity. "Come, haven't you ridden before, eh?" he asked good-humoredly. "It's no disgrace, boy. Is it hard-won science, as Crimmins says, or merely an unbelievable and curious freak of nature, eh?" Garrison looked the major in the eye. His heart was pounding.
That's your friendship, but I say if that's friendship, Crimmins, then to the devil with it, and may God send me hatred instead!" He choked with the sheer smother of his passion. Crimmins was breathing heavily. Then passion marked him for the thing he was. Garrison saw confronting him not the unctuous, plausible friend, but a hunted animal, with fear and venom showing in his narrowed eyes.
He was a small man with a big nose, grizzled chin-whiskers, and rum-and-watery eyes, and wore constantly a pair of patched blue overalls as a badge of his laborship. The seat of these outside trousers showed more wear than his hands. Immediately upon his appointment, Crimmins went to McGaw's house to talk over the line of attack.
There McGaw leaned upon a cart-wheel, listening dejectedly to Crimmins, who seemed to be outlining a plan of some kind, which at intervals lightened the gloom of McGaw's despair, judging from the expression of his father's face. Then he turned hurriedly to the house, cursed his wife because he could not find his big fur cap, and started across to the village.
Did ye hear about the Fertilizer Company's layin' off two of our men las' Friday just fer bein' off a day or so without leave, and their gittin' a couple of scabs from Hoboken to" "What else do we git?" said Tom, in a quick, imperious tone, ignoring the digression. She had moved a step closer. Crimmins looked slyly up into her eyes.
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