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Lidgerwood, after rubbing it into Hallock the way I did, when he was doing his level best to help us out. But it's partly his own fault. He wanted to play a lone hand, and he was scheming to get them both into the same frying-pan Gridley and Flemister." Lidgerwood nodded. "He had a pretty bitter grudge against Flemister." "The worst a man could have," said McCloskey soberly.
"Can you add the rest of it 'and he isn't very bright'?" "No," was the sober reply. "Well, what are we up against?" Gridley snapped the penknife shut and began to chew the sharpened end of the match. "Your pop-valve is set too light; you blow off too easily, Flemister," he commented. "So far we or rather you are up against nothing worse than the old proposition.
For some reason best known to himself, Hallock has decided to stay and continue playing second fiddle." "How do you know?" The genial smile was wrinkling at the corners of Gridley's eyes. "There isn't very much going on under the sheet-iron roof of the Crow's Nest that I don't know, Flemister, and usually pretty soon after it happens.
Lidgerwood pointed to the loosened rail, plainly visible under the volleying play of the two opposing headlights. "There is the cause of the disaster, Mr. Flemister," he said hotly; "a trap set, not for the passenger-train, but for my special. Somebody set it; somebody who knew almost to a minute when we should reach it. Mr.
"As I understand it, the complaint of the survivors is based upon the fact that they think they ought to have had a cash dividend forthcoming on the closing up of the association's affairs," Flemister went on; and Lidgerwood again said, "Yes." "As Hallock has probably told you, I had the misfortune to be the president of the company.
But I haven't anything against the man himself. He trusts me; he has defended me when others have tried to put him wise; he has been damned white to me, Flemister." "Is that all?" queried the mine-owner, in the tone of the prosecuting attorney who gives the criminal his full length of the rope with which to hang himself.
When he came with Flemister into the circle of light cast by the smaller of the two fires, Miss Brewster not only welcomed the mine-owner; she immediately introduced him to her friends, and made room for him on the flat stone which served her for a seat. Lidgerwood sat on a tie-end a little apart, morosely observant.
The snapping black eyes, with the straight brows almost meeting over the nose, suggested Goethe's Mephistopheles, and Flemister shaved to fit the part, with curling mustaches and a dagger-pointed imperial.
"And secondly?" suggested Flemister, still with the nagging sneer in his tone. There was a little pause, and Judson listened until the effort grew positively painful. "The secondly is a weakness of mine, you'll say, Flemister. I want his job; partly because it belongs to me, but chiefly because if I don't get it a bunch of us will wind up breaking stone for the State.
"Van Lew, suppose you and Jefferis take the women out of the way for a few minutes, while we are making the transfer," he suggested quietly. "There are enough of us to do the work, and we can spare you." This left Flemister unaccounted for, but with a very palpable effort he shook himself free from the spell of whatever had been shackling him. "That's right," he assented briskly.
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