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Updated: May 5, 2025
The Titanic shadows went to roost in the tops of the trees, and Teague Poteet and his friends, including ex-Deputy Woodward, took themselves and their fried meat off up the mountain, and the raid followed shortly after. It was a carefully-planned raid, and deserved to be called a formidable one.
And Lupin set forth his plans, perhaps more to reassure himself than to convince Clarisse. "No, no, the game is not lost yet. There is one trump left, a huge trump, in the shape of the letters and documents which Vorenglade, the ex-deputy, is offering to sell to Daubrecq and of which Daubrecq spoke to you yesterday at Nice.
Ex-deputy Charles Lawry told of various brutalities at the jail and also impeached McRae's testimony in many other particulars. Dr. Grant Calhoun, who had attended the more seriously injured men who were taken from the Verona on its return to Seattle, told of the number and nature of the wounds that had been inflicted.
Another ex-deputy, Fred Plymale, confirmed the statements of Fred Luke in regard to McRae's use of a five passenger car at Beverly Park and showed that it was impossible for the sheriff to have attended a dance at the hour he had claimed.
"Well," replied the witness, "what did they give us the saps for?" Cooley also asked this witness why he had struck the men at Beverly Park. "Well," replied the ex-deputy, "if you want to know, that was the idea of the Commercial Club. That was what they recommended."
In Ellmington lived Jake Farnum, an ex-deputy marshal and an incorrigible liar, about whom gathered the boys, Jim among them, to hear exciting stories of chase and detection, exactly as boys in a seaport town gather about an old sailor to hear tales of pirates and buccaneers. And Jake loved to hint darkly that the best people shared in the illicit traffic.
Not directly: that is to say, his name is not on the list of the Twenty-seven; but it is there under the name of one of his friends, an ex-deputy called Vorenglade, Stanislas Vorenglade, his man of straw, apparently: a penniless individual whom I left alone and rightly.
And though ten thousand ears should listen, the keenest could hear him no more He became a part of the silence the awful, mysterious silence that sits upon the hills and shrouds the mountains. This incident in the tumultuous experience of Hog Mountain the killing of Ab Bonner was merely an incident had a decisive effect upon the movements of ex-Deputy Woodward.
"Very well, sir," said Prasville. "We shall see each other when the time comes. Good-bye for the present, Daubrecq: you shall hear from me." And, drawing Vorenglade aside, "As for you, Vorenglade, you are playing a dangerous game." "Dear me!" said the ex-deputy. "And why?" The two men moved away. Daubrecq had not uttered a word and stood motionless, as though rooted to the ground.
Turn where he might, go where he would, it pursued him night and day. One mild afternoon in the early spring, Mr. Philip Woodward, ex-deputy marshal, leaned against the railing of Broad Street bridge in the city of Atlanta, and looked northward to where Kennesaw Mountain rises like a huge blue billow out of the horizon and lends picturesqueness to the view. Mr. Woodward was in excellent humour.
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