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Cronk did not heed the pitter-patter of his mother's feet as she cleared the table, nor did he hear the droning of the twin's voices in the loft above. He was thinking of how the dead woman with her child his child, the one small atom he would have loved better than himself would be well avenged when Flea went away with Lem. Lon had kept track of the doings of the young district attorney.
It is just as plausible a theory that Grand himself drew in self-defense. The fact that Cronk fired and Grand did not will go far toward substantiating that theory in the minds of intelligent jurors. It is not at all likely that Grand, who knew the character of his visitors, could be forestalled in a shooting affair, especially if he had been the first to draw.
Bill put down his mug, stared around in a surprised and nonplussed manner, and then said, in a loud whisper, "I say, Fleet, was there any hitch in what I said?" This set them off again, but Dennis answered good-naturedly, slapping his friend on the shoulder, "Cronk, you would make a man laugh in the face of fate."
"Nope, Mammy, and ye keep yer mouth shet if ye want me to stay to hum! See?" Granny Cronk grunted a reply, and passed into the back room. Five minutes later the rope cot creaked under her weight. Wrapped in his somber musings, Lon did not hear Flea approach him until she was at his elbow.
"Ye better be a mindin' yer own affairs, or ye'll be havin' nothin' but bats in yer head till ye die. Scoot for hum! Ye hear?" "Yep; but I ain't goin' jest yet. Ye want to hear 'bout Flea, don't ye?" "Yep." "Then set down an' I'll tell ye." Lem, growling impatience, seated himself. "Flea Cronk ain't for you, Lem!" "Who said as how she ain't?" demanded Lem, starting up.
Lon Cronk and Lem Crabbe had arranged between them that the scowman should return to Ithaca for some days, and so the big thief was alone near the Hudson, in a shanty that had been given over to him by a canal friend to use when he wished.
Gee whiz, I'll never get pinched in that burg again." David turned away for a moment to speak to some one. When he looked again, Dick Cronk had disappeared. "Where is he?" he asked of old Joey. "He's 'arf-way uptown by this time," said the clown quizzically. "Who is he, Joey?" Joey looked surprised. "Don't you know Artful Dick Cronk?" he demanded.
Leonard were ready to burst with suppressed amusement, and Cronk, seeing something going on that he did not understand, looked curiously around with a sandwich half-way to his open mouth, while Ernst, believing from Dennis's tone that he was wronged, turned his great eyes reproachfully from one to another. But Christine was equal to the occasion.
Ann began to sob; but Katherine stood like a stone image, staring at the squatter. The governor's low voice went on again: "She was sicker than any woman I'd ever seen before, and when I was there her little baby was born. I held her hands until she died. I remember every message she sent you, Cronk.
He endured torment and obloquy that he might always be there to defend her and the sad-eyed, broken woman who had defended him. If it had not been for the plight of these loved ones he might have persuaded himself to go back to Virginia and give himself up for trial. Time had encouraged him in the belief that his innocence would prevail. He had talked it over with Joey and Dick Cronk.
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