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"What you here for?" he demanded, as Soapy closed the door, "didn't send for you, did I?" "No, that's why I come, Bud." "But, say, Bud, what what's been th' matter?" stammered Spike, his gaze upon M'Ginnis's battered face, "who's been " "Matter? Nothin'! I had a bit of a rough-house as I come along " "'S right," nodded Soapy, "you sure look it! Never seen a fatter eye "
Then, returning to the safe, he took out a bundle of letters tied up in a faded blue ribbon, and seating himself at M'Ginnis's desk, he slipped off the ribbon and very methodically began to read these letters one after the other.
M'Ginnis's teeth clicked together, and the paper tore suddenly between his hands as, glancing up at last, he beheld two keen, grey eyes that watched him and a mouth, grim and close-lipped, that curled in the smile Spider didn't like. For a long, tense moment they stood motionless, eye to eye, then, reaching behind him, M'Ginnis locked the door, and drawing out the key, thrust it into his pocket.
"'S' right, Kid!" nodded that pallid individual, the smouldering cigarette a-swing between pale lips; and, though he addressed Spike, his furtive eyes, watching aslant between narrowed lids, glittered to behold M'Ginnis's scowling brow; also the wolverine mouth curled faintly, so that the pendulous cigarette stirred and quivered. "Oh, I'm handin' ye the straight goods, Kid," M'Ginnis went on.
And now," said he, pocketing the ring and turning, still scowling, on Soapy, "you are one of M'Ginnis's gang, I fancy; anyway, if you see him you can tell him from me that if he gives me another chance I'll surely kill him for the foul beast he is." "Sport," said Soapy, "I guess the Spider's right about you anyway, you ain't my meat.
"Easy, Bud, easy!" he remonstrated gently, when M'Ginnis's torrent of frenzied threats and curses had died down somewhat. "If you go on that way, you'll go off in a fit or something an' I shouldn't like t' see ye die that way!" "Up the river, is he?" panted M'Ginnis. "'S right, Bud, up the river in his big house with her. "Is he, by " "A dandy place f' honeymoonin', Bud!"
But even so, his disordered dress, his pallor, and the wild glare of his eyes drew the idle glances of the few passengers. "Looks like you'd been through th' mill, bo!" said one, a great, rough fellow; but meeting M'Ginnis's answering glare, he quailed and shrank away. Dawn was at hand when at last he reached O'Rourke's saloon and, letting himself in, strode into the bar.
"What what you tryin' t' tell me you Bud?" questioned Spike, between quivering lips. "I'm tellin' ye things are gettin' too warm oh, Hermy ain't the icicle she tries t' make out she is." "An' I'm tellin' you you're a liar, Bud M'Ginnis a dirty liar!" cried the boy. M'Ginnis's bull neck swelled; between his thick, black brows a vein swelled and pulsed.
"Sport, I don't think I know. I seen it many a time. I'd know it in a million, sure." "Where did you see it before?" "On M'Ginnis's mitt. It useter belong t' Bud." "Ah!" exclaimed Ravenslee, scowling down at the ring, "you make me wish more than ever that I had throttled him a little harder." "Where'd you get that ring, sport?" Soapy repeated. "From Maggie Finlay's father!"
But savvy this, Kid, if Hermy ain't goin' t' marry me on th' level, she ain't goin' t' let this guy have her the other way not much! I guess you ain't forgotten little Maggie Finlay? Well, watch out your pal Geoff don't make Hermy go th' same." Uttering a wild, inarticulate cry, the lad sprang to be caught in M'Ginnis's powerful grasp, but, even so, his fist grazed M'Ginnis's full-lipped mouth.
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