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Lannigan's head was thrust forward; his eyes, hard, were riveted on Whitey Mack. "My God!" he said again under his breath. Then fiercely: "He'll get his for this!" It was a moment before Jimmie Dale spoke; he was musingly examining the automatic in his hand. "I am going now, Lannigan," he observed quietly. "I require, say, fifteen minutes in which to effect my escape.
Slowly, very slowly, Jimmie Dale's hand crept into his pocket and crept out again with his automatic. He lay motionless once more. Time in any concrete sense ceased to exist. Fancied shapes began to assume form in the darkness. By the door, Lannigan stirred uneasily, shifting his position slightly. Was it hours was it only minutes?
But you were not to flinch or stir until Lannigan, who watched all these happenings with critical and unwinking eyes, gave the word.
Lannigan grunted as he splashed at the wash basin in the corner.
Yankee Sam, who had called upon his friends and High Heaven to "watch his smoke," was the next to wring Dill's hand, and Lannigan followed, while the Judge forgot the priceless year of which he had been robbed and elbowed Porcupine Jim aside to greet him. Only Uncle Bill stood aloof turning his jack-knife over and over nonchalantly in the pocket of his Levi Strauss's. Ore City scowled.
Except for his felt hat that lay a little distance away, there was no sign of Whitey Mack; the huddled form of the man, who but a moment since had chuckled as he pocketed old Max Diestricht's gems, lay sprawled, inert, upon the floor, and Lannigan was staring into the muzzle of Jimmie Dale's automatic. "Drop that gun, Lannigan!" said Jimmie Dale coolly.
James Club? Whitey Mack and Lannigan were still at Bristol Bob's; he had probably time, if he so elected, to reach the Sanctuary, change, and get away again. But every minute was priceless now. What should he do? Run from the city as he was for cover or take the gambler's chance? Whitey Mack knew him as Larry the Bat it was not certain that Whitey Mack knew him as Jimmie Dale.
"When I first went down to work for him I advised steam but he goes ahead, and look what's happened broke down and you can gamble he won't start up again." Lannigan added confidently as though he spoke from personal knowledge "Them stockholders is done puttin' up money."
Mind what I tell you." "What about the deal he give me on The Prince o' Peace?" demanded Lannigan. "Look what he cost me! The money I spent on them stamps writin' to know what was doin' would a kept me eatin' for a month. Maybe you think because I don't roar much I ain't angery. If I had the price I'd hire somebudy regalar to help me hate that feller!" "I hold that he's worse than robbed me!"
Is that straight enough goods for you?" "Don't get sore," said Lannigan, more pacifically. "Yes, if you'll do that it's good enough for any man. But lay your cards on the table face up, Whitey I want to see what you opened the pot on." "You've seen 'em," Whitey Mack answered ungraciously. "I've told you already. The Gray Seal goes out for keeps curse him for a snitch!
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