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There is only one man under this roof at this minute who won't fight for you at the drop of the hat." "And that one is ?" The trainmaster jerked his head toward the outer office. "It's the man out there or who was out there when I came through; the one you and I haven't been agreeing on." "Hallock? Is he here?" "Sure; he's been here since early this morning."
F. J. Purnell, whose attempts to introduce the pinnated grouse and California partridges on his plantation had attracted the attention of Mr. Charles Hallock, editor of "Forest and Stream"; and I had promised him, if possible, to investigate the matter.
This, in Judson's prefiguring, was a small matter. The tall man, whom the ex-engineer had unmistakably recognized at the moment of train-forsaking as Rankin Hallock, was doubtless on his way to Flemister's head-quarters at the foot of the western slope.
"My name's Scotch, and they tell me I've got Scotch blood in me," he began. "I don't like to shoot my mouth off till I know what I'm doing. I suppose I quarrelled with Hallock once a day, regular, before you came on the job, Mr. Lidgerwood, and I'll say again that I don't like him never did. That's what makes me careful about throwing it into him now." "Go on," said Lidgerwood.
Peter Hallock, committed on a charge of abducting Lena Dinser, a young girl thirteen years old, whom, it was alleged, her father, George Dinser, had sold to Hallock for purposes of prostitution, was again brought yesterday before Judge Westbrook in the Supreme Court Chambers, on the writ of habeas corpus previously obtained by Mr. William F. Howe, the prisoner's counsel. Mr.
But I'm going to get the proof," shaking a menacing forefinger, "and when I do " The interruption was the entrance of Hallock, coming in with the pay-rolls for the superintendent's approval. McCloskey broke off short and turned to the door, but Lidgerwood gave him a parting command. "Come in again, Mac, in about half an hour.
"But in justice to Hallock, I think you ought to make a statement of some kind that I can show to these men who, very naturally, look to me for redress. Will you do that?" "I'll think about it," returned the mine-owner shortly; but Lidgerwood was not to be put off so easily. "You must think of it to some good purpose," he insisted.
Ferguson refused to dig into anybody's old graveyard, and so did Cumberley. But Lidgerwood won't refuse. He is going to be the just judge, if not the very terrible." "Still, I don't see," persisted Flemister. "Don't you? Hallock will be obliged to justify himself to Lidgerwood, and he can't. In fact, there is only one man living to-day who could fully justify him." "And that man is "
I am not going to have it said that we are fighting graft in one place and covering it up in another." Hallock straightened up and buttoned his coat. "I'll get you the statement," he said, quietly; "and the consequences won't need any explaining." His hand was on the door-knob when he finished saying it, and Lidgerwood had risen from his chair. There was a pause, while one might count five.
"No; that is, I guess not. Wait a minute." A touch of the bell-push brought Hallock to the door of the inner office. The green shade was pulled low over his eyes, and he held the pen he had been using as if it were a dagger. "Hallock, have you reported the disappearance of that switching-engine to Mr. Frisbie?" asked the superintendent.
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