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The small head nodded. "But she'll find me again," he assured her. "She always does." "What's your name?" he demanded after a minute of silence. "Is that all?" "Yes." "Oh, I have ever so many more names than that." "What are they?" "Donald Francis MacFarlan Keith," he recited glibly; "but mostly I'm called Don." "That's a very nice name," Phyllis agreed absently.
Hollister thanked him, and retraced his steps to the office building he had just quitted. In an office directly under the Lewis quarters he introduced himself to Malcolm MacFarlan, a bulkier, less elderly duplicate of his brother the timber broker. Hollister stated his case briefly and clearly. He put it in the form of a hypothetical case, naming no names.
"A gang of those Falins are here," Macfarlan said, "and they're after young Dave Tolliver about a dozen of 'em. Young Buck is with them, and the sheriff. They say he shot a man over the mountains yesterday." Hale sprang for his clothes here was a quandary. "If we turn him over to them they'll kill him." Macfarlan nodded.
Again the Hon. Sam nodded grimly. It was plain to him that they would have all they could do, but no one of them dreamed of the far-reaching effect that night's work would bring. They were the vanguard of civilization "crusaders of the nineteenth century against the benighted of the Middle Ages," said the Hon. Sam, and when Logan and Macfarlan left, he lingered and lit his pipe.
It was while he was in the latter charge that the Principalship of the Glasgow University became vacant, owing to the death of the late Principal Macfarlan, and the office was conferred by the Government, with whom the patronage lay, upon Dr. Barclay. The appointment was a good deal discussed at the time, and it was said in some circles that it was scarcely judicious, the fact being that Mr.
Twice the hammer of the sergeant's pistol went back almost to the turning-point, and then, as he pulled the trigger again, Macfarlan, first lieutenant, who once played lacrosse at Yale, rushed, parting the crowd right and left, and dropped his billy lightly three times right, left and right on Sturgeon's head.
MacFarlan." He went out again into a street filled with people hurrying about their affairs in the spring sunshine. So much for that, he reflected, not without a touch of contemptuous anger against Lewis. He understood now the man's troubled absorption. With the penitentiary staring him in the face At any rate the property was not involved.
"Yes, sir," said Bob; "just as soon as I get my lessons." Hale did not go to the boarding-house that night he feared to face June. Instead he went to the hotel to scraps of a late supper and then to bed. He had hardly touched the pillow, it seemed, when somebody shook him by the shoulder. It was Macfarlan, and daylight was streaming through the window.
It angered him to feel a matter of such deep concern brushed aside. He walked on down the street, thinking what he should do. Midway of the next block, a firm name, another concern which dealt in timber, rose before his eyes. He entered the office. "Mr. MacFarlan or Mr. Lee," he said to the desk man.
"We can't help that," said Hale. "I know I'm with you." Hale was made captain, Logan first lieutenant, Macfarlan second, and the Hon. Sam third. Two rules, Logan, who, too, knew the mountaineer well, suggested as inflexible. One was never to draw a pistol at all unless necessary, never to pretend to draw as a threat or to intimidate, and never to draw unless one meant to shoot, if need be.
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