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"You'd better vanish," suggested the Captain. "Your popularity is momentarily eclipsed." "Damn the fellows," said Kilshaw. "They may storm the place if they like I'll not move." Matters were indeed becoming somewhat critical, when a loud shout was heard from in front of the Hall. The crowd forgot Kilshaw, forgot Mr. Todd, and rushed across the road. The first result was up!
"A bargain's a bargain, I suppose," said he, "even if it happens to be rather an iniquitous one," and having enunciated this principle, on which he had often insisted in public, he took up a volume of poetry. Not so Mr. Kilshaw. He flitted from friend to friend, telling the good news and exchanging congratulations.
A fellow gets led on, you know no, I don't mean by her by circumstances, you know." "I grant you she's pretty and pleasant, but she won't have a sou, and well, Medland's a very clever fellow and very distinguished. But " "No, I know. They're not our sort." "Then of course it's no use blinking the fact that there's something wrong. I don't know what, but something." "Did Kilshaw tell you that?"
"Robbery, I suppose. His pockets were empty, and according to our information he was generally flush of money; where he got it, I don't know." "Ah!" said Kilshaw meditatively; "his pockets empty! And have you no clue?" "Not what you'd call a clue. Did you know the gentleman, sir?" Kilshaw replied by saying that Mr.
"You are right," he said. "Come, Daisy," and he walked away with his daughter on his arm, while Kilshaw led Benham off in the opposite direction, talking to him urgently in a low voice. Benham shook his head again and again in angry protest, seeming to ask why he had not been allowed his own way.
Kilshaw, soon after he had, by his bargain with Benham, been put in possession of the facts that gentleman had to dispose of. Kilshaw knew Dick Derosne very well, and for a time he remained quiet, expecting to see Dick's zeal slacken and his infatuation cease of their own accord.
Before he could finish his sentence, Kilshaw darted up to him, and caught him by the arm. "Not yet, you fool," he whispered, drawing the angry man away. Benham yielded, and Kilshaw caught Medland's look of surprise. "Come, Mr. Benham," he said aloud, "you and Mr. Medland must settle your differences, if you have any, elsewhere." Medland glanced sharply at him, but accepted the cue.
The man had seen him too late to avoid him; he had been knocked down and trampled with the hoofs. His face was pale, and a slight twist of the features told of pain. He held his hand to his right side. Kilshaw was off his horse in an instant. "Back there, back!" he cried. "Don't crowd on him." The Governor rode up; a group gathered round. There was no more thought of the charge.
Hector was slain. The Trojans scoured over the plain. Victoria Street was cleared, and Big Todd was borne on a stretcher to the police-station hard by. "That fellow would have caught me a crack but for you, Heseltine," said Mr. Kilshaw. A police-superintendent rode up. "If you'd go home, gentlemen," he said, "our work would be easier. The trouble's not all over yet, I'm afraid.
As he rose, he caught sight of Kilshaw's scornful smile, and, swearing savagely, with a sudden rush he burst the ring round him and made for the arch-enemy. Kilshaw raised his arm to shield himself, Captain Heseltine stepped forward and deftly put out his foot. Big Todd, tripped in the manner of the old football, fell heavily to the ground, striking his bullet poll on the hard road.
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