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"No trouble now," added the local officer, nervously glancing around him. He knew the perils attending the arrest of a circus performer in his own domain. "What's the matter with you?" exclaimed Dick Cronk, jerking his arm away. "I want you, David Jenison, for murder in " There was a roar of laughter from the assembled crowd of performers. "Come off!" grinned Dick Cronk.
When they were standing side by side in the darkness of the barge-deck, Cronk spoke. "Lem," he said, "I told ye before that Flea ain't like Flukey. She'd just as soon throw herself into that water as she'd look at ye. She ain't afraid of nothin' but you, and ye've got to keep yer hands offen her till I git her foul, do ye hear?"
His mind was quite fully occupied in peering over the top of the sheet in the direction of the sheds. Finally he became convinced, by certain psychic processes of the mind, that some one was staring at him. He looked about in all directions. At last his eyes rested on a squat, misshapen figure far over by the ferry entrance. He had no difficulty in recognizing Ernie Cronk.
"Ann is the one who is keeping me from thumping you, Brimbecomb. If you know anything of Fledra Cronk, I want you to tell me." "I've told you all I know," Everett answered. "For Ann's sake, I hope you've told me the truth; but, if you haven't, and have done anything to my little girl, then God protect you!"
Horace's mind turned back to Fledra, and he mentally blessed the opportunity he had to protect her. "I don't think, Mr. Cronk, that you will take your children," he said, "even granted that they are yours. I'm not sure of that yet." Lon's brown face yellowed. Had they discovered the secret that he had kept all the dark, revengeful years?
It was the first exquisite joy that had come to Flukey Cronk. He stopped and disengaged his hand, to press it to his side as a pain made him gasp for breath. Then of a sudden he sank to the polished floor, still clinging to Snatchet. "Missus," he muttered, "I can't walk no more. Jest ye leave me here and git the grub for Flea." Flea turned sharply. "I don't eat when ye're sick, Fluke.
"Then mind yer own business and get out of this here cabin! I'll see to Flea." Fledra had faith that Lon Cronk would do as he promised. How often had there come to her mind the times when she was but a little girl the squatter had said when he would whip her, and she had waited in shivering terror through the long day until the big thief returned home he never forgot his anger of the morning.
Their verdict was an acquittal for Ernest Cronk, a conviction for murder in the first degree against Richard, with the recommendation that he be hanged by the neck until dead. Following the conviction came the application for a new trial, which was not granted. The record in the case was so clear of error and the proof so conclusive that Mr.
"I'll see you hanged first," grated Dick Cronk. "You are the king of crooks, you are." "Don't let him call the police, Dick," whined Ernie, shrinking back against the wall. "I'm no thief. I won't go to jail! I won't!" "Well, that's just where you'll land, my handsome bucko," said the malevolent Colonel. "Dick won't mind it, but it will be a new experience for you, your reverence. 'Gad, you toad!"
"Lip it out, then, Mister," said the latter; "and, if me and Lem's agreein' with ye, then we'll help ye." Everett moved uneasily in the creaking chair. He did not desire to dicker with these ruffians; but it was necessary, if he wished to carry out his plans concerning Fledra. "The boy is likely to die any moment. The girl is the only one who can help you, Mr. Cronk."
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