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Updated: May 27, 2025
"But I want to know none of your plans and the man that tells me Donnegan is dead gets paid in lead!" The smile of Joe Rix was the smile of a diplomat. It could be maintained upon his face as unwaveringly as if it were wrought out of marble while Joe heard insult and lie.
Yes, they must have him, by this time. It's ten o'clock!" A strangely tense exclamation broke from Lord Nick. "They've gone for Donnegan?" "Yes. Are you angry?" The big man staggered; one would have said that he had been stunned with a blow. "Garry!" he whispered. "What are you saying?" "Nell," he muttered hoarsely, "did you know about it?" "But I did it for you, Nick. I knew you hated " "No, no!
"My size keeps me from stooping," said Donnegan, "I shall look up to you, sir, until the moment you fall." "Well hit again! You are also a wit, I see! Donnegan, I am almost sorry for the necessity of this meeting. And if it weren't for the audience " "Say no more," said Donnegan, bowing. "I read your heart and appreciate all you intend."
Donnegan felt as never before the unassailable position of this fellow; not only from his own fighting qualities, but because he had behind him the whole unfathomable power of Lord Nick and his gang. Nelly approached in the arms of Landis in making the first circle of the dance floor; her eyes, grown dull as she surrendered herself wholly to the rhythm of the waltz, saw nothing.
Otherwise, he would have used it before. For what was darkness to this devil, Donnegan. He walked like a cat, and most likely he could see like a cat in the dark. Instinctively the older tramp braced himself with his right hand held at a guard before his breast and the knife poised in his left, just as a man would prepare to meet the attack of a panther.
For his own part, sitting back on the stool with his cap tucked under his arm and his hands folded about one knee, he met the faint, cold smile of the colonel with a broad grin of his own. "I can put it in a nutshell," said Donnegan. "I was tired; dead beat; needed a handout, and rapped at your door. Along comes a mystery in the shape of an ugly-looking woman and opens the door to me.
"Your gun!" cried Lord Nick, swaying from side to side as the passion choked him. Donnegan fell upon his knees and raised his arms. "God have mercy on me, and on yourself!" At that the blackness cleared slowly on the face of the big man; he thrust his revolver into the holster. "This time," he said, "there's no death.
"I can't do it," she said. Donnegan played a random card. "I was mistaken," he said darkly. "Jack was not the man I should have faced. Lord Nick!" "No, no, no, Mr. Donnegan!" "You can't persuade me. Well, I was a fool not to guess it!" "I really think," said the girl gloomily, "that as soon as Lord Nick comes, you'll hunt him out!" He bowed to her with cold politeness.
She shook her head and raised a cautioning finger. But Donnegan was not shaken. "Because there is a glamour about a beautiful girl," he said gravely. "One has to step into the halo to see her, to know her. Are you contented to look at a flower from a distance? That's an old comparison, isn't it? But there is something like a fragrance about you, Nelly Lebrun. Don't be afraid.
His voice was not too certain; behind his teeth there was knocking a desire to cry out to her the truth. "I am Donnegan. Donnegan the tramp. Donnegan the shiftless. Donnegan the fighter. Donnegan the killer. Donnegan the penniless, worthless. But for heaven's sake let me stay until morning and let me look at you from a distance!" But, after all, perhaps he did not need to say all these things.
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