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Two men were crouched in another of these openings not fifteen feet from him. "How many of 'em?" he asked in a loud whisper. Blister answered from the embrasure opposite. "D-don't know." "Still in the bank, are they?" "Yes." Some one peered out of Dolan's through the crack of a partly opened door. Bob caught the gleam of the sun upon the barrel of a gun.
Tobacco! tobacco! If there's anything I hate worse than a dandy, it is tobacco. Such a headache as I have this morning, all for that vile pipe that Bridget Dolan's husband was smoking, when I went over to see her. Charley, I believe if an Irishman hadn't a potato to put in his blarney-ing mouth, he would own a pipe and a puppy. Jim Dolan had both.
The young puncher disappeared again into Dolan's. Afterward, when Bear Cat began to assemble its recollections of the events prior to the dramatic climax, it was surprising how little that was authentic could be recalled. Probably a score of people noted casually the three strangers. Houck was recognized by three or four, Bandy Walker by at least one.
By day Dolan saw Robert Hendricks, president of the Exchange National Bank, president and manager of the Sycamore Ridge Light, Heat, and Power Company, proprietor of the Hendricks Mercantile Company, treasurer and first vice-president of the new Western Wholesale Grocery, and chairman of his party's congressional central committee, and Dolan's eyes saw a hard, busy man a young man, it is true; a tall, straight, rather lean, rope-haired young man in his thirties, with frank blue eyes, that turned rather suddenly upon one as if to frighten out a secret.
"I had the poor boy's head on my knees, Captain Clayton; and how is a poor man to look much about him then?" In this condition stood Captain Clayton's mind in regard to Peter, when he heard, for the first time, a word about the widow Dolan and the widow Dolan's daughter. The woman swore by all her gods that she knew nothing of Lax.
Shoots just a mite high, but she's a good old friend." Dud pressed a six-shooter on Dillon. The boy took it reluctantly. The blood in his veins ran cold. "I dunno. I reckon mebbe I better not. If I talked to him, don't you think ?" "Talk, hell! He's out for blood, that guy is. He's made his brags right over the bar at Dolan's what all he's gonna do to you. I'm no gunman, understand.
"I don't reckon I'd better do that," Bob protested feebly. "He might hurt you. No tellin'." June ignored this. "Did you hear whether Dad's with him?" she asked. "No." "Where is Jake?" "He was at Dolan's drinking when that Dud Hollister seen him." "I'll have him come right away before he's had too much. Dad says he used to be mean when he was drinkin'."
Taking three steps at a time, I followed her, bounded into the room above almost at her heels, and stood with my back to the door. She cowered against the desk by the window, a slim figure in a clinging silk gown, which alone explained Mrs. Dolan's distrust.
"We got a li'l business with you, maybe." "Maybe? Then you ain't shore about it?" "Not unless yo're willing. You see, Dolan's drunk to-day, and of course we can't get a warrant till he's sober." "A warrant? For me?" "Not yet," said Jake Rule. "Only a search warrant first. But of course if you ain't willing we can't even touch anything."
Casey hesitated, and then blurted out, "He said you wasn't his keeper, and if you came after him, to tell you to go to Hell." Then Dannie was sure that Jimmy was in the back room, drying his clothing. So he drove to Mrs. Dolan's, and asked if Mary were there for the night. Mrs.
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