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He was afraid of Rodaine that Rodaine would get up a lynching party and string him up. Harry here and Mrs. Howard helped him out of town. And this is the explanation!" Bardwell smiled quizzically. "It looks like there 's going to be a lot of explanations. What time was it when you were trapped in that mine, Harkins?" "Along about the first of November." The sheriff turned to the page.
Harkins is a regular divvle, and the ould gentleman well, ma'am, he do swear finer 'n any gentleman I ever met. It's just the place for me." And Jane sighed as her old mistress left her. "Wasn't she great, Bess?" said Thaddeus, on the way home. "She was, indeed," replied Mrs. Perkins, with a smile. "It's a pity I'm not a divvle." Thaddeus laughed.
Fairchild turned, wondering, then reached for Anita. "You listen," he ordered, as he lifted her to where she could hear. "Do you get anything?" The girl's eyes shone. "I know what that is," she said quickly. "I 've heard that same sort of thing before when you 're on another level and somebody 's working above. Is n't that it, Mr. Harkins?" Harry nodded. "That's it," came tersely.
"You should take warning by what has happened to several of your particular friends, Bascomb," he finally said. "Harkins resigned to escape court-martial and dismissal; Gage deserted and ran away, and Snell has become the most unpopular fellow in the academy, and all because " "All because they ran against you!" snarled Bascomb, madly.
The fact of his marriage had soon become known, and eventually, through Justice Harkins, the circumstances relating to it and something of Alida's previous history, in a garbled form, came to be discussed at rural firesides.
You 're Harry Harkins!" "'Arkins it is! I came just as soon as I got the cablegram!" "The cablegram?" "Yeh." Harry pawed at his wonderful mustache. "From Mr. Beamish, you know. 'E sent it. Said you 'd started out 'ere all alone. And I could n't stand by and let you do that. So 'ere I am!" "But the expense, the long trip across the ocean, the " "'Ere I am!" said Harry again. "Ain't that enough?"
He was all dressed up, else I don't guess I would have paid much attention to him. But as it was, I kind of stopped to look, and seen it was Harry Harkins, who used to work the mine with this" he pointed to Fairchild "this fellow's father. About a minute later, I heard a yell, like somebody was in trouble, then a big splash. Naturally I ran in the tunnel and struck a match.
Harkins took after the fugitive, and had a wild chase; but he got him." It was my good fortune, a few evenings later, to have a long talk with Mr. Harkins himself. He was a fine giant of a man, standing six feet three, and symmetrically proportioned.
Harkins wore was pierced by twenty-one bullets, seven of which penetrated his body. He received, besides, three or four bad knife-wounds in his back, and he was literally dripping blood from head to foot. This tragedy had an almost comic sequel. After all danger had passed, a sheriff appeared on the scene, who placed, not the mob-leader, but the Federal officer under arrest.
"They 've impaneled a jury up at the courthouse," he announced. "The coroner wants Mr. Fairchild and Mr. Harkins to come up there and tell what they know about this here skeleton they found." It was the expected.
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