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North is quite excusable, and it is good-natured in you to stand in the breach, Mr. Eckstein," he said. "Of course, I'll be glad to go with you." They went to Tortoni's, and to a private room; and the luncheon was an epicurean triumph. Eckstein talked well, and was evidently a young man of parts.

Eckstein was gripping the arms of his chair and setting his teeth deep into his cigar while the probabilities were getting themselves threshed out. At the end of the dispute he said quietly: "It's a hell of a pity we can't have the use of the wire for this one night. But, gentlemen, we can't stop for trifles. There are five of us here in this room who know how much is at stake.

Eckstein," he said mildly. "The contract for the grading on the Western Extension is not yet awarded; and if I can compass it, the MacMorrogh Brothers' bid will be thrown out." The private secretary tried to look mystified, with just the proper touch of a subordinate's embarrassment. "I'm only a clerk, Mr.

"'Tis only a happen-so, Misther Eckstein. Merriam owns a mine or two in the Copah, and ye know the fever: a man can't keep away from thim." "That may be; but it's a cursed unlucky combination, just the same. I tell you, Brian, he knows too much this fellow Merriam. He knew what was up when he was steering Frisbie. You told him too much.

Brian MacMorrogh had unlocked a cupboard in the corner of the room. It was a well-filled gun-rack, and he was passing the Winchesters out to his brothers. "'Tis so," he said briefly. Then: "There's the two naygurs in the car: what av thim, Misther Eckstein?" Eckstein took one of the guns and emptied the magazine to make sure of the loading.

He is dining and doesn't like to be disturbed unless the matter is of grave importance." "Tell him Mr. Peck wishes to speak to him on a matter of very great importance," wailed the ex-private. "Mr. Metz? Mr. Ben Metz? "No, no, no. Peck p-e-c-k." "D-e-c-k?" "No, P." "Oh, yes, E. E-what?" "Oh, yes, Mr. Eckstein."

The request for the retracing orders was sent from Coquina; and when it came clicking into the despatcher's office at Denver, a sleep-sodden young man with an extinct cigar between his teeth rose up out of his chair, stretched, yawned, and pointed for the door. "Going to leave us, Mr. Eckstein?" said the trick despatcher who was sitting at the train table. "Yes. If Mr.

He ran forth directly to Doctor Eckstein, who smiled, and again said: "Ey! Ey!" This time, however, he prescribed nothing; but added, to the little he had uttered, the following words, as he walked away: "Nerves! Come round of itself. Take the air; walks; amusements; theatre; playing Sonntagskind, Schwestern von Prag. Come round of itself."

Eckstein is quite confident that in the end his claim will be allowed and he will be admitted as the sole owner of real-estate on Manhattan Island, with all occupiers of buildings and territory paying him ground rent at a rate he will fix himself.

Come on, I say!" The back room of the commissary to which the MacMorrogh led the way held three men; Eckstein, and the two younger members of the contracting firm. They had heard the fusillade in the camp street and were waiting for news. Brian MacMorrogh gave it, garnished with many oaths. "The pin-brained omadhaun av a Mexican has twishted a rope for all av us!

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