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He rather suspected, in fact, that Pylotte had shadowed the swindler, whom Nick felt sure was Kilgore, with a view to learning just how the diamonds had been manufactured, and possibly with a design to turn the discovery to his own advantage. This was, indeed, the most natural deduction for Nick to arrive at, after considering all the circumstances.
I want this Kilgore diamond gang to know at the outset that I am after them and fully resolved to land them where they belong." "Behind prison bars, eh?" inquired Venner, with an odd smile. "Yes, sir! Behind prison bars!" declared Nick, forcibly. "Again, gentlemen, good-day. You will hear from me later." Mr.
"This last move of Cervera has hurt us severely." "In what way?" demanded Spotty Dalton, the pock-marked chap who had relieved Venner's partner of the Hafferman diamonds about two weeks before. "I don't see just how, Dave." "No more do I," put in Matt Stall. "You'll see," replied Kilgore, "when I run over a few facts which led to our being here, and at work on our present game."
"Well, I reckon we shall prove equal to it," smiled Chick, rather grimly, as they hastened to enter the waiting carriage. "This does settle it!" "What do you mean, Dave?" "It must be done?" "We must get these Carters that's what! If we don't get them, Spotty you take my word for it they'll get us!" "Do you really think so, Dave?" "Not think, but know so!" declared Kilgore, with emphasis.
"It must have been a dog," ventured the teacher, who had little practical knowledge of the animals of the wood. Mr. Kilgore shook his head. "It was a bear; there can be no mistake about it. Mr. Marston was right; it was the track of a similar animal which he saw last March." "You are not mistaken, Mr. Kilgore?"
"There'll be enough doing, Chick, take my word for it, as soon as we once more get on the track of Kilgore and his push." "Let it come, and God speed it," grinned Chick. "What's your idea, Nick?"
"I suahly went through the black watahs of Kilgore to get that one." Next day when she stopped in Rollington to pay for the coffee-pot, and drove by the Crisps' to ask about the baby, Minnie Crisp told her several things. Mrs. Perkins was sick all night, and had told her ma that it was the lemon pie that was the cause of the trouble; that it would have made a dog sick.
No one spoke of it, but the thought was there all the same. Shortly after entering the wood, Nick called attention to two star-like points of light twinkling ahead of them. "They are the lanterns of Mr. Layton and Kilgore," said Nick, who immediately added, "we forgot to stop and get Mr. Marston."
"It was in Amsterdam that we first met her nibs," continued Kilgore, with a jerk of his thumb in the direction of Cervera, who was so engaged with Pylotte that neither heeded the talk at the table. "Yes, Dave, we met her just a year ago," nodded Dalton. "She was then doing her dances in a theater there, and we naturally got our peepers onto her diamonds," Kilgore went on to narrate.
It overspread his high, bald, intellectual forehead, and incarnadined his sconce up to the very top of it. At this moment it was that Mrs. Kilgore broke off her narrative with the exclamation, "Why, Joseph, what's the matter?" At her words it seemed as if every drop of blood in his body poured into his face. He could endure it no longer.
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