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He wanted excitement, strife, competition; something to fill his mind. And naturally enough he had two places in mind Lebrun's and Milligan's. It is hard to relate the state of Donnegan's mind at this time. Chiefly, he was conscious of a peculiar and cruel pain that made him hollow; it was like homesickness raised to the nth degree.
"Hasn't come home." "And Jack Landis?" "No matter what you do, he won't wake up; but be careful of his shoulder. It's badly torn. How can you carry him?" She could not see Donnegan's flush, but she heard his teeth grit. And he slipped through the window, gesturing to George to come close. It was still darker inside the room far darker than the starlit night outside.
They had started in the first dusk of the coming day; it was now the yellow time of the slant afternoon sunlight; between these two points there had been a body of steady plodding. The girl had looked askance at that gaunt form of Donnegan's when they began; but before three hours, seeing that the spring never left his step nor the swinging rhythm his stride, she began to wonder.
He became aware that there was a strength beyond himself which had sustained him, and then he knew it had been the singing of Lou from first to last which had kept the murder out of his own heart and restrained the hand of Lord Nick. Perhaps of all Donnegan's life, this was the first moment of true humility. One thing was now clear.
You hear me talk?" Still Donnegan considered him without a word. "We're goin' to run him out, Donnegan. We want you on our side if we can get you; if we can't get you, then we'll run you out along with the colonel." He began to talk with difficulty, as though Donnegan's stare unnerved him. He even took a step back toward the door. "You can't bluff me out, Donnegan. I ain't alone.
He was as much changed as Lord Nick, she thought. Not that his clothes were less carefully arranged than ever, but in the compression of his lips and something behind his eyes she felt the difference. She would have given a great deal indeed to have learned what went on behind the door of Donnegan's shack when Lord Nick was there.
Or was that because Donnegan's own thoughts were traveling at such lightning speed that the rest of the world seemed standing still? What kept Lou Macon? If she were with him, not even Lord Nick in his madness would force on a gunplay in the presence of a woman, no doubt.
Tell him we've got an interview with Sullivan, and ask him what the support of Reilly means." Mack, whose name in full was McConnigan, but who was never designated as anything but "Mack," glanced at the proofs of Larry's story. "I guess I'll find him in Donnegan's place," he said, naming a resort where men of wealth frequently gathered for lunch. "I'll try there."
"I never yet," observed the bartender darkly, "seen a beggar that wasn't a hog." At this Donnegan's protector shifted his belt so that the holster came a little more forward on his thigh. "Son," he said, "how long you been in these parts?" "Long enough," declared the other, and lowered his black brows. "Long enough to be sick of it."
Then, with a careless shrug of distaste, he drew out a few coins and poured them into Donnegan's palm; the latter pocketed them. "Lou Macon," said Donnegan. Jack Landis rose from his chair, and it was not until he stood so close to Donnegan that the latter realized the truly Herculean proportions of the young fellow.
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