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They professed to be organizing an opposition party to oust the dictatorial Percival and his clique from office at the ensuing election, a feat, they admitted, that could be accomplished only by the most adroit and covert "educational" campaign, "under the rose" perforce, but justifiable in the circumstances. They had led Landover to believe that he was their choice for governor.
Landover and his supporters expect to sit snugly on this ship while the rest of us build houses and plant crops, and then conclude to come out and bone the rest of us for a square meal and a nice warm place to sleep, they are going to be badly fooled. We're all equal here. A couple of million dollars, more or less, doesn't cut any ice on this little island.
You know it as well as I. You will be glad to hear the latest word from Dr. Cullen. Philippa is conscious. He thinks she will recover. She is having the best of care and attention. I will explain why we are all here now. The first thing for us to do is to count noses. We will go about it as rapidly as possible. After that, we will get down to business. Mr. Landover and Mr.
"She's got it in for Percival ever since he took that fall out of Landover," said Mr. Mott. "Think she's er keen on Landover? He's a good bit older than she is, twenty years or so, I should say." "Don't ask me, Codge. As I was saying awhile ago, I don't know anything whatsoever about women. They know all about me, but, gosh, I'm worse than a baby goat where they're concerned.
It would have been white save for the tan. "Where is Landover?" he demanded of the crowd. Some one answered: "He went to his cabin a couple of minutes ago," and another volunteered: "It's Number 9 on the promenade deck." Half a minute later Percival rapped peremptorily on the door of Number 9. "We're waiting for you, Mr. Landover," he called out.
"Very well," she said, suddenly lowering her eyes. "Take me back to the cabin, Mr. Landover. There is nothing more to say." Percival stood aside. They walked past him without so much as a glance at his set, unsmiling face. Landover slipped an arm through hers. She did not resist when he drew her up close to his side. Percival saw him lean over and speak to her after they had gone a few paces.
From their position on the steps they could see what was not visible to the crowd beyond, the revolver that was pressed against the small of Crust's back. "Cover this man," whispered Percival to Malone. "Shoot if he opens his mouth." Malone's revolver was jammed against the "Portugee's" back, and Percival sprang back up the steps. Manuel Crust shot a look of surprise at Abel Landover.
"I guess we better not talk any more, A. A.," said Nicklestick, deprecatingly. Presently he leaned close to Percival's ear and whispered: "Miss Clinton is looking very fine today, isn't she?" Receiving no reply, he waited a moment and then went on: "Landover is a very lucky dog, eh?" Failing again, he was silent for some time. His next effort was along a totally different line.
Oh, you see, I am greedy, and I can love Manuel quite as easily as I can love " "I will cut his heart out if you " "There there! It will not be necessary. Come tomorrow." That same afternoon she went to Percival with the Spaniard's story. "Well, we'll nip that in the bud," said he, setting his jaw. "The first thing to do is to warn Landover." "Warn Landover!" cried the Russian.
Now's your chance. Say you've got enough!" Landover managed to gasp out the word. He could still feel his eyes starting from his head, his tongue seemed to fill his mouth completely. Percival released him instantly and fell back a yard or so, ready, however, to spring upon his man again at the first sign of treachery.
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