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He was in the act of lighting his pipe when the doors of the saloon were swung open, and three men came out, in one of whom he recognised the tall, powerful figure and broad shoulders of Bud M'Ginnis; his companions were remarkable, but in very opposite ways, the one being slender and youthful and very smartly dressed, with a face which, despite its seeming youth, was strangely haggard and of an unhealthy pallor, while the other was plethoric, red-faced and middle-aged, a man hoarse of voice and roughly clad, and Ravenslee noticed that this fellow lacked the upper half of one ear.
So, while he glowered at the paper again, Hermione put away the dinner things, making more clatter about it than was usual, and turning now and then to glance at him from under her long lashes. "Where did you meet M'Ginnis as you came home, Arthur?" "At the corner of say, who told you I met him?" "You did." "I never said a word about meetin' him." "No, but you've been telling me what he told you.
With a cry hoarse and fierce, M'Ginnis followed and stooped, eager to make an end stooped to be met by two fierce hands, sure hands and strong, that grasped his silken neckerchief as this crouching figure rose suddenly erect. So for a wild, panting moment they grappled, swaying grimly to and fro, while ever the silken neckerchief was twisted tight and tighter.
Flowers, I'll try." M'Ginnis thrust clenched hands into his pockets and surveyed Ravenslee with scornful eyes his lounging figure and stooping shoulders, his long, white hands and general listless air. "God!" he exclaimed, "that she should trouble t' look twice at such a nancy-boy!" and he spat, loud and contemptuously. "Almost think you're trying to be rude, Mr. Flowers."
The b'y'll get drunk an' lose his job like he did last time." "Why, then, he mustn't find Arthur alone." "And who's t' stop him?" "Mr. Geoffrey, you're big an' strong, but M'Ginnis is stronger and yet " Mrs. Trapes ran a speculative eye over Ravenslee's lounging form. "H'm!" said she musingly, "but even if you did happen to lick him, what about th' gang?" "Echo, Mrs.
M'Ginnis stood rigid, watching Ravenslee advance; suddenly he tried to speak yet uttered no word; he raised a fumbling hand to his bruised and swollen throat, striving again for speech but choked instead, and, uttering a sound, hoarse and inarticulate, he swung upon his heel and strode blindly away.
"Aw I couldn't be, to a thing like you! An' see here me name's M'Ginnis!" "But then," sighed Ravenslee, "I prefer to call you Flowers a fair name for a foul thing " M'Ginnis made a swift step forward and halted, hard-breathing and menacing. "How much?" he demanded. "Fair name for a very foul thing, Mr.
Breaking from his hold, Hermione entered the little parlour, and sinking down beside the table, crouched there, hiding her face, while M'Ginnis, leaning in the doorway, watched her, his strong hands twisting and wrenching at the neckerchief. "Ah, leave me now!" she pleaded, "you've done enough, so go now go!" "Oh, I'll go. I come here t' put ye wise an' I have! You're on to it all now, I guess.
Flowers," repeated Ravenslee, glancing up at him from under slumberous, drooping lids "anyway, Flowers you will remain!" As they stared again, eye to eye, M'Ginnis edged nearer and nearer, head thrust forward, until Ravenslee could see the cords that writhed and swelled in his big throat, and he hitched forward a languid shoulder.
"An' Bud knows all about girls, Kid!" murmured Soapy. "Bud's wise t' all their tricks ain't you, Bud?" "But whatcher mean?" cried Spike. "What ye mean about expectin' it?" "Well, she don't want ye no more, does she?" answered M'Ginnis, his bruised hands fierce clenched, his voice hoarse and thick with passion. "She's got some one else now ain't she? She's in love ain't she?
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