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"I got his partner, Mike Fink, and Major Washington give me fifty pounds for the job," said Solomon. "They say Harpe's son disappeared long time ago an' I wouldn't wonder if you an' me had seen him do it." "The white man that hung back in the bushes so long? I'll never forget him," said Jack. "Them wimmen couldn't 'a' been in wuss hands." "It was a lucky day for them and for me," Jack answered.
Doctor Harpe's arms dropped to her side and she clutched handfuls of her skirt as she struggled for self-control. Essie Tisdale walked swiftly to the door and threw it wide. The towering stranger stood in the corridor looking in amazement from one woman to the other. The girl turned and said with careful distinctness: "You have been so occupied of late that perhaps you have not heard the news.
Symes to take the chair she had vacated while she seated herself upon the arm. "Where have you been all day?" There was reproach in Mrs. Symes's dark eyes as she raised them to the woman's face. "Have you missed me?" A faint smile curved Dr. Harpe's lips. "Missed you! I've been so nervous and restless all day that I couldn't sit still." "Why didn't you come over to the hotel?" Dr.
She was nearly twenty now, and, in the democratic community never had felt or been made to feel that her position was subservient or inferior. Therefore when her work was done and she bounded up the stairs to Dr. Harpe's door she felt sure of a welcome. "It's only Essie Tisdale," she said in her merry voice as she rapped and peered into the room. "Come in, Essie; I'm lonesome as the deuce!"
"An' that ain't all," Racey galloped on, one toe pressing Swing's instep. "I'm gonna tell him, Swing. He ain't no friend o' Jack Harpe's. If I tell you you won't tell nobody, Lul-Luke, wuh-will yuh?" Luke was understood to state that no clam could be tighter-mouthed.
She felt crushed in spirit, unresentful even of Dr. Harpe's presence, for she felt herself at the mercy of whosoever chose to be merciless. But the Dago Duke was unhampered by any such feelings. He commented loudly as Dr. Harpe swaggered toward them with her hands thrust deep in the pockets of the man's overcoat which she wore on chilly drives "The ghouls are arriving early."
Harpe folded the letter and put it away. "Don't I though?" she said grimly. She frowned as Van Lennop's low, amused laugh, mingling with Essie Tisdale's merry trill, reached her through the open window. "The presumptuous little upstart! The biscuit-shooter!" Dr. Harpe's face was not pleasant to see.
"Why don't you let Andy P. Symes go if he wants to? He isn't the only man in Crowheart, is he?" "But he promised!" The girl wrung her hands convulsively. "He promised sure!" A look of quick suspicion flashed across Dr. Harpe's face. "He promised oh, I see!" She arose and closed the door.
Then, when Luke leaned forward, Racey did the same and possessed himself of the money-lender's ear by the simple method of gripping it tightly between fingers and thumb. "Lul-luke," resumed Racey, "Jack Harpe's offered us a job, too, an' we're gonna take him up instead of the Bar S. Huh-how's that?"
Racey released the Tweezy ear, leaned back in his chair, and breathed triumphantly through his nose. Luke Tweezy likewise leaned back as far as his chair would permit, and fingered tenderly a tingling ear. "Whatcha gonna take Harpe's job for?" he asked, puzzled. "I thought you liked the Bar S such a lot."
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