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"The only home he's got, his dugout." "Oho," cried Madden, suspicion giving place to certainty and open accusation, while Hasbrook, combing at his beard, was muttering in a like tone. "You'll take him off to yourself, will you? Where you can do as you damned please with him? Not much." Marshall Sothern merely shook his head and moved on, thrusting Madden to one side with his heavy shoulder.
The last time I saw him he was looking for Don John, who, I am afraid, is rather leaky." In spite of his bluff manners, Laud saw that the captain was not a little startled by the information just imparted. "The miserable little psalm-singer," growled the strange man, walking the room, muttering to himself. "If he disobeys my orders, I'll thrash him worse than Hasbrook was thrashed."
"I wish to see him on a matter in which he is deeply concerned," said the troubled visitor. "Tell him, if you please, in regard to the Hasbrook affair." Perhaps Mrs. Sykes knew something about the Hasbrook affair herself, for she promptly consented to make this second application for the admission of the stranger, for such he was to her.
"No," said Montague, "but can you assure me that there are no interested parties behind Mr. Hasbrook?" "Interested parties?" asked the other. "I mean people connected with the Fidelity or other insurance companies." "Why, no," said the Judge; "I certainly couldn't assure you of that." Montague looked surprised. "You mean you don't know?"
"I am willing to leave you, but not to be insulted." Laud looked like the very impersonation of dignity itself, as he walked towards the door. "Stop!" yelled the captain. "I do not know that any one but Hasbrook suspects you of a crime," Laud explained. "I'm glad he does suspect me," added the strange man, more gently. "Whoever did that job served him just right, and I envy the man that did it."
He was an arrant coward, but had some brave men of the Wascos with him. I speak advisedly of what I know. Capt. Hasbrook's command went into camp feeling secure, as the Indians were in hiding. But Hasbrook, old soldier as he was, had a lesson to learn. During the night a dog, belonging to the packers, kept growling.
He saw Ygerne several rimes, always from a distance, and made no attempt to speak with her. He saw Madden, Ben Hasbrook and Marshall Sothern, grew accustomed to the knowledge that they were playing their waiting game, not unlike Sefton and Marc Lemarc, and gave them little attention.
He sat utterly dumbfounded his hands went limp, and the letter fell upon the desk in front of him. And at last, when he did move, he picked up the telephone, and told his secretary to call up Mr. Hasbrook. Then he sat waiting; and when the bell rang, picked up the receiver, expecting to hear Mr. Hasbrook's voice, and to demand an explanation.
They were spread on the sand, and consisted of a large blue woolen frock, such as farmers sometimes wear, a pair of old trousers of very large size, and a pair of heavy cow-hide boots. "Now I think of it, the man had a frock on," exclaimed Hasbrook.
But it's in your face, too, that you can stand on your own feet. Hm. In this game I'm going to keep an eye on Madden and Hasbrook, and both eyes on you." But, despite the dynamic possibilities of action and strife and history making, the days went by without event.
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