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With his first glance the miner knew that before him were the two he had come to see, and that in reality he had to deal with but one, the big man who shot at him the level glances. "We are engaged," said the Judge, "very busily engaged, sir. Will you call again in half an hour?" Dextry looked him over carefully from head to foot, then turned his back on him and regarded the other.
If he gets full he'll drive a four- horse wagon into some church, or go up and pick the Judge to pieces with his fingers to see what makes him go round." "What've they got against you and Dextry some grudge?" she questioned. "No, no! We're not the only ones in trouble; they've jumped the rest of the good mines and put this McNamara in as receiver on all of them, but that's small comfort.
Although it was very late they were running noisily, and at last he found the man he wanted playing "Black Jack," the smell of tar in his clothes, the lilt of the sea in his boisterous laughter. Dextry drew him aside. "Mac, there's only two things about you that's any good your silence and your seamanship. Otherwise, you're a disreppitable, drunken insect." The sailor grinned.
Glenister and Dextry, and also to return all the gold-dust in your safe-deposit boxes in accordance with this writ." He handed his documents to McNamara, who tossed them on his desk without examination. "Well," said the politician, quietly, "I won't do it." Had he been slapped in the face the attorney would not have been more astonished. "Why you "
Glenister stared back while his pulse pounded at something that lay in the other's words. "It belongs to us," the young man said. "There wouldn't be anything wrong about it, would there?" Dextry sneered. "Wrong! Right! Them is fine an' soundin' titles in a mess like this. What do they mean? I tell you, at midnight to- night Alec McNamara will have twenty thousand dollars of our money " "God!
Neither he nor McNamara spoke, but their eyes were busy and each instinctively knew that here was a foe. "What do you want?" McNamara inquired, finally. "I just dropped in to get acquainted. My name is Dextry Joe Dextry from everywhere west of the Missouri an' your name is McNamara, ain't it? This here, I reckon, is your little French poodle eh?" indicating Stillman.
"Go into the back room, Cherry; there's going to be trouble." "Who's there?" inquired Dextry through the door, to gain time. Suddenly, without a word, the girl glided to the hot-blast heater, now cold and empty, which stood in a corner of the room. These stoves, used widely in the North, are vertical iron cylinders into which coal is poured from above.
I must get aboard the Santa Maria. She's leaving now. Come, come!" Glenister laughed, as though there were a humorous touch in her remark, but did not stir. "I'm gettin' awful old an' stiff to run," said Dextry, removing his mackinaw, "but I allow I ain't too old for a little diversion in the way of a rough-house when it comes nosin' around."
"Why, they've swore out a warrant an' aim to guard the shore to- morrow. We want you to " "Mr. Dextry, I'm not looking for trouble. I get enough in my own business." "But, see here," argued the other, "we've GOT to send him out so he can make a pow-wow to the big legal smoke in 'Frisco. We've been cold-decked with a bum judge. They've got us into a corner an' over the ropes."
Stamping the mud from his shoes and pulling down his sombrero, he sauntered out into the main thoroughfare. Dextry and his companion had crossed to the other side and were approaching, so the gambler gained a fair view of them. He searched every inch of the girl's face and figure, then, as she made to turn her eyes in his direction, he slouched away.
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