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"You oughtn't say things like that," Miss Garvey remonstrated. "It's awful bad luck. Mamma had a married cousin in Detroit and she put on a widow's veil for fun " At ten o'clock a flutter went through the office. Young Mr. Coleman was suddenly to be seen, standing beside Mr. Brauer at his high desk.
"Say, Garvey," says Major Brooks Keating, "we must have you and Mrs. Ballard play for us at our next Country Club dinner dance after the fool musicians quit. Will you, eh? Not a member? Well, you ought to be. I'll see that you're made one, right away." I don't know of anyone who was more pleased at the way things had turned out than Vee. "There, Torchy!" says she.
"Theah's no law," he said, "but justice. And some of these times, sah, yo' will meet up with it!" "I suppose yuh think yuh can hand it to me yoreself," leered the bandit leader. "I may," said Kid Wolf quietly. Garvey laughed loudly and contemptuously. "Yellow Skull!" he called. "Come here!" The man who strode forward with snakelike, noiseless steps was horrible, if ever a man was horrible.
Shorthouse picked up the bag, which had lain all this time between his feet, and walked through the door his host held open for him. Side by side they crossed the dark hall together, and, to his disgust, Garvey linked an arm in his, and with his face so close to the secretary's ear that he felt the warm breath, said in a thick voice "You're uncommonly careful with that bag, Mr. Shorthouse.
"Few men," replied Shorthouse, with the manner of making a great confidence, but entirely refusing to be drawn, "go through his experiences and reach his age without entertaining delusions of one kind or another." "Perfectly true," said Garvey. "Your observation is evidently keen."
Including the customers at the bar, there were perhaps a dozen men in the house besides Garvey himself. Garvey was tending bar, which was his habit until noon, when his bartender relieved him. Gil Garvey was a menacing figure of a man, massive of build and sinister of face. His jet-black eyebrows met in the center of his scowling forehead, and under them gleamed eyes cold and dangerous.
With Garvey were his five gunmen, mounted, armed to the teeth, and blocking the road! Kid Wolf caught the driver's eyes and nodded for him to go on. The stage rumbled up to the spot where Garvey waited. "Stop!" the Lost Springs ruler snarled. "I reckon we want some words with yuh!" "Is it words yo' want," drawled the Texan, drawing up his snowy mount, "or bullets?" "That depends on you!"
Calumet's eyes met Denver's, and he answered the latter's question, Garvey having apparently withdrawn from the conversation. "Friend of his?" sneered Calumet, grinning shallowly. "I reckon not; I'm pickin' my company." Denver Ed did not answer at once. He moved a little toward Calumet and shoved his right hip forward, so that the butt of his six-shooter was invitingly near.
Valencia because of the jokes she told, jokes that the girl did not in all honesty always understand, and because the little widow was suspected of "reporting" various girls now and then to Mr. Hunter. Finishing the two rows of desks, down opposite Miss Thornton again were Miss Kelly and Miss Garvey, fresh-faced, intelligent Irish girls, simple, merry, and devoted to each other.
"You evidently didn't come to work today," said he with a careless, fleeting glance at the grande toilette. "But we are prepared against such tricks. Garvey, take her down to the rear dressing-room and have the maid lay her out a simple costume." To Susan, "Be as quick as you can." And he seated himself at his desk and was reading and signing letters.
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