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Updated: June 10, 2025
She found Donnegan's shack and the one next to it, which the terrible colonel occupied, entirely dark, but only a moment after she tapped at the door it was opened. Donnegan, fully dressed, stood in the entrance, outlined blackly by the light which came faintly from the hooded lantern hanging on the wall.
The keener a man's mind is and the more he knows about men and women and the ways of the world, the more apt he is to be intoxicated by a touch of grace and thoughtfulness; and all these age-long seconds the perfume of girlhood had been striking up to Donnegan's brain. She brushed her timidity away and with the same gesture accepted Donnegan as something more than a dangerous vagrant.
Got a hold of an old pal of his, named Levine, and he is a mighty hot scrapper. From a knife to a toenail, they was nothing that Levine couldn't use in a fight. Suds sent him out to cross Donnegan's trail. "He crossed it, well enough. Suds got a telegram a couple days later saying that Levine had run into a wild cat and was considerable chawed and would Suds send him a stake to pay the doctor?
And he went down the hill, making sure that he was fit for battle with knife and gun. He had sensed Donnegan's mental condition accurately enough. The heart of the little man was swelled to the point of breaking. A twenty-hour vigil had whitened his face, drawn in his cheeks, and painted his eyes with shadow; and now he wanted action.
For the first moment Donnegan was not sure; it was not until there was a slight faltering in the deal an infinitely small hesitation which only a practiced eye like that of Donnegan's could have noticed that he was sure. The winner was crooked. Yet the hand was interesting for all that.
Even then the instinct to fight remained in the stunned man; while he fell, he was drawing the revolver; he lay in a crumpling heap at the feet of Donnegan's horse with the revolver shoved muzzle first into the sand. Donnegan's voice did not rise. "Go in and get that mint, George," he ordered. "And hurry. This rascal has kept me waiting until I'm thirsty."
A wild thought came to the other man. Both of Donnegan's hands were far from his weapons. Why not a quick draw, a snap shot, and then the glory of having killed this manslayer in single battle for Joe Rix? The thought rushed red across his brain and then faded slowly. Something kept him back.
Sit down, Donnegan. When your letter came I saw that I was needed here. Lou, have you looked into our friend's cabin? No? Nothing like a woman's touch to give a man the feeling of homeliness, Lou. Step over to Donnegan's cabin and put it to rights. Yes, I know that George takes care of it, but George is one thing, and your care will be another. Besides, I must be alone with him for a moment.
You've broken my reputation just as I said you would do. The bouncer at the door looked me in the eye and smiled when I came in." He had to pause a little, breathing heavily, and avoiding Donnegan's eyes. Finally he was able to continue. "I'm going to roll my blankets and leave The Corner and everything I have in it. You'll get my share of most things, it seems."
Lord Nick was suddenly close; he had paused; his voice rang over the street and struck upon Donnegan's ear as sounds come under water. "Donnegan!" "Aye!" called Donnegan softly. "It's the time!" "Aye," said Donnegan. Then a huge body leaped before him; it was big George. And as he sprang his gun went up with his hand in a line of light.
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