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I trust there will be no need." "Yet you have a purpose in your journey hither," observed his comrade. "Yes; and you would fain be informed of it," replied the traveller. He arose, and walked once or twice across the room; then, seeming to have taken his resolution, he paused, and fixed his eye steadfastly on Hugh Crombie.
He thanked his stars that he had read Doc Crombie aright. He would never have dared to bluff a lesser man than he. And then, having seated himself for rest under a bush, his last waking thoughts were black with the despair of an honest man who has finally and voluntarily made it impossible to prove his own innocence.
Crombie stopped, raising his hand to his head confusedly. "I could see nothing but just this face low down as if the person it belonged to was crouching on the floor; and there was a tall plant of some kind just beside it " "Well," said Dr. Cairn, "go on! What did you do?" "I turned to run!" confessed the man. "If you had seen that horrible face, you would understand how frightened I was.
While he was waiting for the proper moment to descend thither, he could not get the shoe question out of his mind. Surely, the boot-boy could not have been so idiotic as to have left that ancient, broken-down pair at Littimer's threshold! And yet it was possible. Crombie felt another flush of humility upon his cheeks.
"I advise you, then," continued Hugh Crombie, in a tone in which some real feeling mingled with assumed carelessness, "I advise you to forget that you have ever known this girl, that she has ever existed; for she is as much lost to you as if she never had been born, or as if the grave had covered her. Come, come, man, toss off a quart of my old wine, and kept up a merry heart.
I think, brethren pardon me, 'gentlemen' that we should give, and give liberally to Sally Morby, but but I do not see why Doc Crombie should make the occasion the opportunity for a speech. Any of us could do it quite as well. Perhaps, who knows, some of us even better " "Smallbones," murmured the dissatisfied Wilkes, drinking his gin at a gulp.
They walked about without their customary slouch, and each man radiated an atmosphere of conscious rectitude that became almost importance. Peter Blunt, talking to Doc Crombie, said he'd never seen so many precise creases in broadcloth since he'd lived in Barnriff. There was no business to be done that day. Even Smallbones was forced to keep his doors shut, though not without audible protest.
He glanced up at the tree as though interested. "It's built fer ropin' 'outlaws," Smallbones grinned. "I sure don't guess a low-down skunk of a murderer'll " But the man never finished his sentence. Doc Crombie had him by the throat in a clutch that threatened to add another and more welcome crime to the records.
Well, it was simply one of those things that happen only in fairy tales or in romances or in real life. Littimer recovered without any serious illness, and, after a brief conference with Crombie, entered heartily into the young man's campaign. Crombie showed him just what combinations could be formed, how success could be achieved, and what lucrative results might be made to ensue.
He knew just how much each man could afford, and he took not one cent more or less. This fact was exampled when he came to Jim's table. Jim looked up from his cards. He understood Crombie. "Well, Doc," he said, "how much?" Crombie eyed him with shrewd amusement.
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