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It was some time later that one of the detectives employed by the Swedes met Glenister on Front Street, and by an almost imperceptible sign signified his desire to speak with him. When they were alone he said: "You're being shadowed." "I've known that for a long time." "The district-attorney has put on some new men.
McNamara came within an arm's- length before pausing. Then he stopped and the two stared malignantly at each other, while the girl behind the railing heard her heart pounding in the stillness. Glenister raised his hand uncertainly, then let it fall. He shook his head, and stepped aside so that the other brushed past and out into the street. Wheaton addressed the banker: "Mr.
Although I can't say but this killin' was a sight for sore eyes so neat an' genteel still, as a rule, in these street brawls it's the innocuous bystander that has flowers sent around to his house afterwards." "Look at this," said Glenister. Breast-high in the wall against which they had crouched, not three feet apart, were bullet holes.
His face wore its colorless mask of indifference; his long white hands moved slowly with the certainty that betokened absolute mastery of his art. He was waiting. The ex-crap dealer was keeping cases. The group left the roulette-table in a few moments and surrounded her, Glenister among the others. He was not the man she knew.
I thought you got them in time to avoid all this." Struve laughed a bit, eying her curiously. "Does Uncle Arthur know about this?" she continued. "No, we don't let him know anything more than necessary; he's not a strong man." "Yes, yes. He's not well." Again the lawyer smiled. "Who is behind this Vigilante movement?" "We think it is Glenister and his New Mexican bandit partner.
When Glenister was with her she saw his love lying nakedly in his eyes and it exercised some spell which drew her to him in spite of herself, but when he had gone, back came the distrust, the terror of the brute she felt was there behind it all. The one appealed to her while present, the other pled strongest while away.
Some day you'll find that your old friends are the best, after all." And as she left them she added, mockingly: "Say, you're a pair of 'shine' desperadoes. You need a governess." A Raw, gray day with a driving drizzle from seaward and a leaden rack of clouds drifting low matched the sullen, fitful mood of Glenister.
Glenister had plunged to the rescue first, a heaving-line about his middle, and although buffeted about he had reached the wreck, only to miss sight of the lawyer utterly. He had time for but a glance when he was drawn outward by the undertow till the line at his waist grew taut, then the water surged over him and he was hurled high up on the beach again.
Going to the bed, Dextry turned back the blankets, exposing four moose-skin sacks, wet and heavy, where he had thrown them. "There must have been twenty thousand dollars with what I gave Wheaton," said Glenister.
"Then we'll take it out, anyway," cried Glenister. "We've had the worst of it everywhere else and we're sick of it. Come on, men." "Stand back! all of you!" cried Morehouse. "Don't lay a hand on that gate. Boys, pick your men." He called this last to his clerks, at the same instant whipping from behind the counter a carbine, which he cocked.
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