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How is he to be caught, even by a Pobloff?" "That only time and Pobloff can tell. It will never be by brigandage Keenan will never go far enough afield to give him a chance for that. But I feel it in my bones I feel that there is danger impending, for us all."
"I don't see why we should be afraid of either Palermo or Gibraltar," Durkin went on at last, with a half-impatient business-is-business glance about him. "Keenan is alone in this. He has no agents over here, that we know of, and he daren't put anything in the hands of the authorities.
"Sergeant" J. J. Keenan, who had become a familiar figure because of his "police" duty in the outer court corridor from the inception of the trial, then took the witness stand and recounted his experiences at Snohomish and Maltby, his every word carrying conviction that the sheriff and his deputies had acted with the utmost brutality in spite of the advanced age of their victim.
"Here's her health, masther," returned Keenan, "an' her father's too, an' Hycy Burke's into the bargain is there any more o' them? Well, no matter." Then turning to his antagonist, he added, "I say agin, thin, that a Mullin's not a match for a Keenan, nor never was no, nor never will be! That's the chat! and who's afeard to say it? eh, masther?"
Beyond that first involuntary little cry of terror Frances Durkin uttered no sound, as she found herself in the hooded tonneau, wedged in between MacNutt and Keenan. That first outcry, indeed, had been unwilled and automatic, the last reactionary movement of an overtried and exhausted body. A wave of care-free passivity now seemed to inundate her.
Frank at the moment, was marveling at the unbroken continuity of evidence linking her with her uncomprehending opponent. The sudden leap and cry of Keenan sent a tingle of apprehension up and down her body.
"Shut up! She'll get on!" And Frank could hear them tear and haul at Durkin as they dragged him down the hall just where, she could not distinguish. She ran over to Keenan and shook him roughly. He looked at her a little stupidly, but did not seem able to respond to her entreaties. "Quick!" she whispered, "or it will be too late!"
Both of you are to keep away from a man by the name of J. Augustus Redell. He's aboard and he's our enemy, captain. He's going to bid forty thousand dollars on the German steamer Valkyrie; so you bid forty thousand and five dollars and take her away from him. At the very last minute have Miss Keenan put in a bid for thirty thousand in case you know, Mike we might catch it going and coming.
Still holding the other back, MacNutt circled sidewise, until they came into the line of vision with the unsuspecting pair in the other room. Keenan, they could see, held one heavy hand on the woman's shoulder, intimately; and she, in turn, looked up into his face, in an attitude as open and intimate.
Just before this happened, I received a visit from a gentleman who announced himself as Colonel Keenan, the English representative of the Chicago Times, who wanted to know if he could enlist my services for the campaign.
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