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No one showed the least desire to introduce any one of the three but each went his way and insisted on his full rights with a selfish disregard of the rights and conveniences of others in a way that at first had made Larry Donovan's mouth pop wide open in amazement. Even now that he was used to it he was often surprised.
He rode ahead with the lieutenant until we came to Corporal Donovan's body." "He's not been with me since," exclaimed the lieutenant. "Sergeant Lee, ask if any of the men have seen him." Lee was gone but a moment, then came back with grave face and troubled eyes, bringing with him a young trooper who was serving his first enlistment. "Private Goss, here, has a queer story to tell, sir."
His day's work was done. Donovan's Hand Waring was up with the first faint streak of dawn. He threw hay to the horses and strode briskly to the adobe. Juan Armigo was bending over the kitchen stove. Waring nodded to him and stepped to the next room. The Mexicans were asleep; young Ramon lying face down beneath the crucifix on the wall, where he had knelt in prayer most of the night.
No doubt there had been a crime committed, its object the attainment of money, but without question the cost had been the life of Frederick Cavendish. Yet why was the man Beaton out here? For what purpose had he wired the La Rue woman to join him? And why had some one already entered her room and examined the contents of Stella Donovan's bag?
Not much to look at, maybe, but he fairly oozes the long green. He's a lawyer." "Oh, indeed," and Miss Donovan's eyes darkened. She was interested, now feeling herself on the verge of discovery. "From New York?" "Sure, maybe you've heard of him? He knew you as soon as Beaton mentioned your name; he's Patrick Enright of Enright and Dougherty."
"Supposing the Earl of Westport brings a thousand men against you, what are you going to do?" "Give them the finest fight they have ever seen in this part of England." In spite of himself I saw a sparkle in Father Donovan's eye. The nationality of him was getting the better of his profession. "If it were legitimate and lawful," at last he said, "it would be a fine sight to see."
Well, while they war talkin', Bill turns in the way he was sleepin' into an aisier imposture; and as soon as he stopped snorin' ould Tim Donovan's courage riz agin, and says he: 'I'll go to the kitchen, says he, 'an' light a rish, says he. An' with that away wid him, an' the wife kep' workin' the beads all the time, an' before he kem back Bill was snorin' as loud as ever.
They discussed the effect of early education and surroundings upon the generality of men, and Raeburn, while prophesying great things for Donovan's future and hoping that he might live to see his first Budget, rather surprised them both by what he said about his tolerable well-known early life.
But it fell behind them, and exactly on the position where the battery had stood. Donovan's eye caught the blinding flash of the burst, the springing of a thick cloud of black smoke. A second later something shrieked hurtling down and past his gun team, and struck with a vicious thump into the ground. "That was near enough," shouted Mick, on the seat beside him.
"I want ter make sure she's in workin' order," he said with a grim comprehension of the lips, "before we do any investigating." There was an air of oppression, hard to explain, about the island. But they all felt it. The boys were inclined to talk in whispers and even Dick Donovan's usual lively spirits seemed daunted.
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