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What could a man reasonably expect of a girl with such people as Sim Hargus as her daily associates? Surely she had been schooled in their warped view of justice, as her act that day proved. No matter for Omaha and its refinements, she must be a savage under the skin.
Tom Hargus rose from behind the rain barrel, staggered into the road, going like a drunken man, his hat in one hand, the other pressed to his side, his head hanging, his long black hair falling over his bloody face. In a second Lambert saw this, and the shouting, shooting officer bearing down toward him.
Scannel made his pile, and what's Hargus now? Why, he's a scarecrow. And he has a little niece that he supports, heaven only knows how. I've seen her, and she's pretty as a picture. Well, that's all right; I'm going to carry fifty thousand wheat for Hargus, and I've got another scheme for him, too. By God, the poor old boy won't go hungry again if I know it!
"Of course it was. He comes 'round every day. The clerks give him a dollar every now and then." "And he's not dead? And that was Hargus, that wretched, broken whew! I don't want to think of it, Sam!" And Jadwin, taken all aback, sat for a moment speechless. "Yes, sir," muttered the broker grimly, "that was Hargus." There was a long silence.
"Kinzie," he said to the clerk who answered it, "after the close of the market to-day send delivery slips for a million and a half wheat to Mr. Scannel. His account with us has been settled." Jadwin turned to the old man, reaching out the second check to him. "Here you are, Hargus. Put it away carefully. You see what it is, don't you?
"You ain't got no authority, that anybody ever heard of, to arrest him in the first place," Hargus added, his swinging, indecisive arm for a moment still. Lambert made no reply. He seemed to be looking over their heads, back along the road they had come, from the lift of his chin and the set of his close-gathered brows.
In the middle of summer each stole a fortnight from his business, and went fishing at Geneva Lake in Wisconsin. "I say," Jadwin observed, "I saw an old fellow outside in your customers' room just now that put me in mind of Hargus. You remember that deal of his, the one he tried to swing before he died. Oh how long ago was that? Bless my soul, that must have been fifteen, yes twenty years ago."
"I want to talk to my father," said Grace, lashing Lambert with a look of scornful hate. "Say it from there," Lambert returned, inflexible, cool; watching every movement of Sim Hargus' sawing arm. "You've got no right to chain him up like a dog!" she said.
"He's got a mean eye; he's got a eye like a wolf." "He's got a wolf's habits, too, in more ways than one, Mr. Wilson." "Yes, that man'd steal calves, all right." "We've never been able to prove it on him, Mr. Wilson, but you've put your finger on Mr. Hargus' weakness like a phrenologist." Taterleg felt his oats at this compliment.
He stood across the counter from Lambert a little while, smoking, his brows drawn in trouble, his eyes shifting constantly to the door. "Duke," said he, as if with an effort, "there's a man in town lookin' for you. I thought I'd tell you." "Lookin' for me? Who is he?" "Sim Hargus." "You don't mean Nick?" "No; he's Nick's brother. I don't suppose you ever met him." "I never heard of him."
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