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He turned, waved his hand and continued on a great fat bow-legged commonplace figure of a man, mopping his high bald forehead a plain, lowly citizen of uncertain morals; a sordid money-snatcher coming forth from his den of iniquity to masquerade for an hour as the Angel of Hope, and returning hopeless. For the last tie that bound Harley P. Hennage to San Pasqual was severed.
You will recollect that I left with you one of my cards, with the request that you give it to McGraw, should you meet him, and inform him that I desired to communicate with him." "Yes" replied Mr. Hennage calmly. "I met him one day in San Pasqual an' gave him your card." "You gave him my registered letter, also?" So Carey had been talking with Miss Pickett again! Mr. Hennage nodded. "Tell me, Mr.
Hennage looked up from the telegram and fastened upon Sam Singer an inquiring look, as if he expected the Indian to inform him what good reason, if any, existed, why Bob McGraw should not immediately be apprehended by the proper authorities and confined forthwith in a padded cell. "I do wish that dog-gone boy'd took me into his confidence," mourned the gambler, "but that's always the way.
She had scarcely cached Harley P.'s thousand dollars in her private compartment in the eating-house safe when the irrepressible Miss Molly Pickett dropped in to express her sympathy at Donna's three-day illness, casually mentioned the stage robbery, the name in the hat and the sudden exit from San Pasqual of Harley P. Hennage. Incidentally she mentioned the fact that Mr.
Despite the knock-out which Harley P. had given him, T. Morgan Carey was enjoying the gambler's society. Mr. Hennage was a new note in life. Carey had never met his kind before, and he was irresistibly attracted toward the man from San Pasqual.
"Rather spectacular removal that of our friend Hennage" Carey continued. "From what I learn he was a little slow on the draw." "O'Rourke beat him to it." "If I may judge by the single exhibition of your proficiency with a gun which I was privileged to observe, Mr. McGraw, the issue would have been different had you been in Hennage's boots." "Possibly.
Hennage permitted himself a quiet little smile. "Now there goes the star witness for the prosecution" he mused. "But I'll stay an' tell 'em Borax was mistaken. I guess, even if I ain't a gentleman, I can lie like one." He bathed and dressed and started over to the post-office not because he expected any mail, for he did not. No one ever wrote to Mr. Hennage. But he had seen Mrs.
Hennage lived in an atmosphere of money, where everybody fought to get his money away from him and where he fought to get theirs; hence finances were ever his first thought. As for Donna, she did not think it necessary that she should express a contrary opinion regarding Dan Pennycook. She said: "Why didn't you come to the counter at once and say hello?"
Accordingly Bob issued a check to Doc Taylor that evening in payment of his fee, dismissed his nurse and paid her off, and left with Donna another check, to be cashed by Harley P. Hennage and the proceeds applied to the care and maintenance of Friar Tuck until Bob's return to San Pasqual.
In return, I will agree to be absent when his case comes to trial, should he be captured. I will agree not to recognize him." "But suppose he refuses this programme, Mr. Carey. Then what?" "In that event, my dear Mr. Hennage" replied Carey coldly, "you may tell him from me that I will spend a hundred thousand dollars to run him down. I will have this state combed by Pinkertons, and when I land Mr.
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