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"Here, have a smoke. I'm going to demonstrate high finance to your debased intelligence." He thrust the cigarette case over to Duncan, who helped himself mechanically, his gaze held in wonder to Kellogg's face. "Fire when ready," he assented. "I know a way," said Kellogg slowly, "by which, if you'll discard a scruple or two, you can be worth a million dollars or thereabouts within a year."
There was no halting upon the route, and, as we kept the same pace until three o'clock in the afternoon, it was beyond a question that when we reached "Kellogg's" we had travelled at least thirty miles. One of my greatest annoyances during the ride had been the behavior of the little beast Brunet.
The country was rough and wild, much like that we had passed through the spring before, in going from Hamilton's diggings to Kellogg's Grove, but we were fortunate in having Wish-tay-yun, rather than "Uncle Billy," for our guide, so that we could make our way with some degree of moderation.
On the original document which has been carefully preserved appears the following endorsement in Mr. Kellogg's handwriting: "The time is extended for raising this company until Tuesday of next week." The fifteen days expired on Saturday and Mr. Kellogg kindly gave us four days extra time to get into camp.
You simply don't know me any more, my dear you musn't; you can't afford to any more than I could afford to know you." None the less the fugitive incident seemed to brim his disconsolate cup. In complete dejection of mind and spirit he pushed on to Kellogg's quarters, buoyed by a single hope that Kellogg might be out of town or delayed at his office.
The Captains of the companies, and the staff officers, were leading citizens, who had, at short warning, left their several avocations to engage in defending the country against the attacks of the Indians. On the evening of the second day, after crossing Rock river, the Major's command marched to the stockade at Kellogg's Grove and encamped.
They were all shooed out into the hall, and one of the deputies was dropped there with the prisoner. The middle office was empty. Fane took his badgeholder in his left hand as he pushed through the door to the inner office. Kellogg's temporarily Mallin's secretary seemed to have preceded them by a few seconds; she was standing in front of the desk sputtering incoherently.
But at that instant the elevator gate clashed in the outer corridor and Kellogg's key rattled in the lock, to an accompanying confusion of voices, all masculine and all very cheerful. Duncan sighed and motioned Robbins away with his luggage. "No hope now," he told himself. "But O Lord!"
It was Major Dement's opinion that there were more fighting men of Black Hawk's band of warriors in the engagement at Kellogg's Grove than ever afterwards made a stand during the war. It was easy for Gen.
"I don't know," he hesitated; "I'm afraid I'm beginning to like it." "You, Nat?" Kellogg's amazement was unfeigned. "You, ready to spend your life here slaving away in this measly store?" Duncan grunted indignantly. "Hold on, now. Don't you call this a measly store. There isn't a more complete drug-store in the State!" "Do you hear that?" Kellogg appealed vehemently to the universe at large.
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