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So Pierre said he'd go out and get some. He was gone about half an hour; when he came back, he had a carton, and some hot pork sandwiches. He'd gotten them at the same place as the cigarettes Art Igoe's lunch-stand." "Could Igoe verify that?" "It wouldn't help if he did. Igoe's place isn't a five-minute drive from Rivers's, farther down the road." "Has Pierre a lawyer?" Rand asked. "No. Not yet.
Ridley, the wife of the proprietor of the lunch-stand, had been staying with her. It was Mrs. Ridley who answered his knock. "Miss Argyl ain't come back yet, Mr. Conniston," she told him. "She went out this mornin' an' ain't showed up since. I reckon, though, she'll be back real soon now. It's after supper-time already." "Do you know where she went?" "No, sir. She didn't say.
Bartley was introduced. The man was a miner, named Joe Scott. "Joe, here, is a minin' man when he ain't runnin' a all-night lunch-stand," explained Cheyenne. "He can't work his placer when it's dark, but he sure can work a skillet and a coffee-mill." "What you been up to?" queried the giant slowly, as he made a fire in the stove, and set about getting breakfast.
"There's a horse and saddle in the shed by the lunch-stand." Garton turned and hobbled back to his stool. And Conniston, without a glance over his shoulder, hastened toward the shed. Before he had gone half the distance he stopped, swung about, and went slowly back to the office. "You were right, Tommy," he said, as he stopped in the doorway. "I was a fool.
"The story is that Fleming found it hanging back of the counter at some roadside lunch-stand, along with a lot of other old pistols, and talked the proprietor into letting it go for a few dollars," Gresham continued. "It was supposed to have been loaded at the time, and went off while Fleming was working on it, at home." He shook his head. "I can't believe that, Jeff.
Moreover, do we not see the active European, who has gained strength during the winter, who feels the fresh blood of spring boil in his veins, do we not see him abandon his labors during the few days of his variable summer, close his office where the work is not violent and amounts for many to talking and gesticulating in the shade and beside a lunch-stand, flee to watering places, sit in the cafes or stroll about?
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