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"In my willingness to help the weak," Richmond replied, "I have held your overcoat while you put it on." "And it was not an honest covering until you took your hands off." "Neither did it cover honesty until some other man put it on by mistake," Richmond rejoined. DeGolyer went to his office, and Richmond and McGlenn, wrangling as they walked along, betook themselves to the Press Club.
"Shall I put another cold cloth on your head?" "If you please." And when DeGolyer had gently done this, Witherspoon said: "Sit down here, Hank." "All right, my boy, here I am." "Hank, I'm not going to get well." "Oh, yes, you are, and don't you let any such nonsense enter your head." "It's a good ways from nonsense, I tell you.
DeGolyer sat by the bedside of his friend, fanning him. The doctor had called and had just taken his leave. "Give me some water, Hank." "Ah, you are coming around all right, my boy," DeGolyer cried. He brought the water; and when the patient drank and shook his head as a signal to take away the cup, DeGolyer asked; "Don't you feel a good deal better?" "No." "But your mind is clear?" "Yes."
Witherspoon exclaimed, and just then she saw that a stranger was present. "Excuse me," she said. DeGolyer took her by the hand, and as Mrs. Witherspoon came up he held out his other hand to her. He led them both to the threshold of the library, gently drew them into the room, and quickly stepping out, closed the door and hastened upstairs.
And sometimes, when the train stopped, DeGolyer fancied that it had run ahead of night and perversely was waiting for the darkness to catch up. The end was coming, and what an end it might be! The day was dark and rainy; the landscape was a flat dreariness.
"And you shall he more than paid for your trouble," said DeGolyer. "Well, we won't argue about that. If you've got any money to spare you'd better give it to him." "What is your name?" "Atkins just Cap'n Atkins." "Where do you get your mail?" "Well, I don't get any to speak of. A letter sent in care of the wharfmaster will reach me all right."
They were at luncheon, and McGlenn had declared that DeGolyer was sometimes strangely inconsistent. "I admit that I am, John, and with an explanation I could make you stare at me." "Then let us have the explanation. Man was made to stare as well as to mourn." "No, not now; but it will come one of these days, though perhaps not directly from me."
Not a ship was in port, and DeGolyer took him to an inn and summoned such medical aid as the hamlet afforded. The physician naturally gave the case a threatening color, and it followed that he was right, for at the close of the fourth day the patient gave no promise of improvement. The innkeeper said that sometimes a month passed between the landing of ships at that point. The fifth day came.
What do you mean by ill? Do you expect a man to travel a thousand miles and then look like a rose? Is breakfast ready? Well, come then. We've got business to attend to." "Now, as to this man who wants to buy my paper," said DeGolyer, when they were seated at the table, "let me tell you that he is a most peculiar fellow, and if he finds that I am anxious to sell, he'll back out.
"Oh, I was going to buy the monkeys and sell them again for three times as much as I gave for them, but you bet that when I'm called on to exercise the judgment, of a man I'll be there. And do you think that I'd fool with mines or anything else in this country? I wouldn't. I'd go to some American city and make money. Say, DeGolyer, when are you going to start off on that jaunt?"
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