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There must have been some motive in the furtive, tortuous mind of Old Jimmie, that now would perhaps forever remain a mystery. Of course she saw, or thought she saw, the reason for the report of Old Jimmie's death to Joe Ellison. That report had been sent to escape an accounting. As she sat through the night hours the Duchess for the first time felt warmth creep over her for Maggie.
There was nothing to sell us but a few of the most common necessities; however, we needed only potatoes and sugar. This was Jimmie's home. Here we saw his poor old mother, who was being tossed about in the smallest of canoes as she drew her nets. Jimmie's father had gone on a hunting expedition and had never come back.
Jimmie's first thought was to follow, then he thought of the remaining prisoners and turned to cut their bonds. But he was too late. As he turned three men came to the front of the shelter and bent low for the purpose of entering. To have hesitated longer would have been to invite capture, and so, with a sigh of regret, the boy shot under the canvas and joined the other in the thicket.
With a growing understanding he saw her as the natural product of such a fathership as Old Jimmie's, and of the cynical environment which Old Jimmie had given her in which crime was a matter of course. In this connection one matter that had previously interested him began to engage his speculation more and more.
All her life, until recently, Old Jimmie had apparently shown little more concern over Maggie than one shows over a piece of baggage which is stored in this and that warehouse and so valueless a piece of baggage in Old Jimmie's case that it had always been stored in the worst warehouses. What was behind Old Jimmie's new interest in his daughter?
"Not till we have something to tell," was Jimmie's answer. "Where was he when you saw him last?" "Right over in that corner," said Juddy, pointing. "I saw him going over the top of the cave, an' then I ducked under, and when David got Dorabelle he just wasn't here." "He must be here somewhere," retorted Jimmie impatiently. "I'm going to look once more and if he's just hiding, won't I shake him!"
"A man is a man," she said, sententiously. "Don't worry for fear the poor dears' hearts will be broken. Now I'll tell you something. Mrs. Jimmie's sincere indifference and my silent eye-homage have stirred these blasé officers out of their usual calm. There you have the whole thing. Von Engel thinks Mrs. Jimmie's indifference is assumed, and both Von Engel and Von Furzmann are determined that my silence shall voice itself. I have no doubt that they would like to have me write it, so that they could boast of it afterward to their fellow officers. Now, as Jimmie would say in his frightful slang, 'I'm going to give them a run for their money. Von Engel will probably beseech you to arrange to keep Jimmie at your side, so that he can have a few words with Mrs. Jimmie. Von Furzmann will plead with you to permit him a word with me. I need hardly tell you that your role to-night is to make yourself as disagreeable as possible to both of them by keeping the conversation general, and by cutting in at any attempt at a tête-
"I suppose it's worth six or seven thousand dollars " "Be careful!" exclaimed Virginia warningly, "or you'll drop it." The words were hardly uttered when Jimmie's foot caught in the rug and he stumbled, dropping the vase, which broke into two pieces. Bewildered, horrified, he stood still, surveying with dismay the fragments at his feet. "Now you've done it!" he exclaimed hoarsely.
"No," said Norwood, "of course not; but if we are going into a fight with other people, we surely ought to know who they are and what their purpose is. I have been informed there seems to be a little hesitation in talking about it that a lot of money has been put up by one man, and nobody knows who that man is." "He's an organizer for the A. F. of L.!" The voice was Jimmie's.
I've traveled over some of it, and if Jimmie's business permitted we'd both like to live there. And getting down to strictly practical things a girl can make a much better living there. Wages are high. And who knows? you might capture a cattle king." Hazel shrugged her shoulders, and Mrs. Kitty forbore teasing.
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