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Gridley's pivot-chair righted itself with a snap. But he waited until the off-trick man was gone before he said, "Lidgerwood! Well, by all the gods!" then, with a laugh that was more than half a snarl, "There is a chance for you yet, Rankin." "Why, do you know him?" "No, but I know something about him. I've got a line on New York, the same as you have, and I get a hint now and then.
Gridley came and went, not too often, figuring always as a friend of the family, and usurping no more of Miss Dawson's time and attention than she seemed willing to bestow upon him. Lidgerwood saw no chance to obstruct and no good reason for obstructing. At all events, Gridley did not furnish the reason.
Mac couldn't get a job east of the Crosswater Hills, I'm afraid." Lidgerwood had not inquired the reason for the eastern disability. He had lived in the West long enough to know that it is an ill thing to pry too curiously into any man's past.
That will let you out, and me, too." Hallock stood up and leaned over the desk end. His saturnine face was a mask of cold rage, but his eyes were burning. "If I thought you knew what you're saying," he began in the grating voice, "but you don't you can't know!" Then, with a sudden break in the fierce tone: "Don't send me to Flemister for my clearance don't do it, Mr. Lidgerwood.
Gridley says he was going by and he says I called him in and told him, fool-wise, all the things I was going to do to Mr. Lidgerwood. He says he hushed me up, called me out to the sidewalk, and started me home. Mac, I don't remember a single wheel-turn of all that, and it makes me scary about the other part." McCloskey relapsed into his swing-chair.
The good-natured irony in Gridley's reply was not thrown away upon his listener, but Lidgerwood held tenaciously to his own contention. "The inadequacy of the law, or of its machinery, hardly excuses a lapse into barbarism," he protested.
McCloskey got upon his feet as if he were going at once to begin the search, but Lidgerwood detained him. "Hold on; I'm not quite through yet. Sit down again and have a smoke." The trainmaster squinted sourly at the extended cigar-case. "I guess not," he demurred.
"If you don't like the Irish, you'll be finding a chip on my shoulder any day in the week, except to-day, Jim McCloskey!" Lidgerwood smiled. It brought a small relaxing of strains to hear these two resurrecting the ancient race feud in the midst of the trouble storm.
"Miss Eleanor said you wanted to see me," he began, when Lidgerwood had admitted him; adding: "I was just about to chase out to see what had become of her." The frank confession of solicitude was not thrown away upon Lidgerwood, and it cost him an effort to put the athlete on a plane of brotherly equality as a comrade in arms. But he compassed it. "Yes, I asked her to send you up," he replied.
"Hank Gridley," mused the president; "Hank Gridley and 'his reputation'! It would certainly be a pity if that were to get corroded in any way. There is a man who properly belongs to the Stone Age what you might call an elemental 'scoundrel." "You surprise me!" exclaimed Lidgerwood. "I didn't like him at first, but I am convinced now that it was only unreasoning prejudice.
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