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Updated: September 11, 2025
I spent the night in London, and arrived at Sanstead by an early morning train with a suit-case containing, among other things, a Browning pistol. I was a little ashamed of this purchase. To the Buck MacGinnis type of man, I suppose, a pistol is as commonplace a possession as a pair of shoes, but I blushed as I entered the gun-shop.
That Buck MacGinnis was not the man to let the grass grow under his feet in a situation like the present one, I would have gathered from White's remarks if I had not already done so from personal observation. The world is divided into dreamers and men of action. From what little I had seen of him I placed Buck MacGinnis in the latter class.
I intended to keep an eye on things from the inn. But it's different now. It is not a case of Sam Fisher any longer. You could have managed Sam. It's Buck MacGinnis now, the man who came that night in the automobile. I saw him in the village after I left you. He's dangerous. She looked away, past me, in the direction of the drive. I followed her gaze.
'If you like, I said bitterly, 'you may put what I am doing down to professional rivalry. If I am in love with Mrs Ford and am here to steal Ogden for her, it is natural for me to do all I can to prevent Buck MacGinnis getting him. There is no need for you to look on me as an ally because we are working together. 'We are not working together. 'We shall be in a very short time.
He jerked a thumb towards the classroom. 'I've locked dem in. What's doin', Buck? he asked, indicating me with a languid nod. 'We're going t'roo de joint, explained Mr MacGinnis. 'De kid ain't in dere. Hump yourself, Sam! His colleague's languor disappeared with magic swiftness. 'Sam! Is dat Sam? Here, let me beat de block off'n him!
Mr MacGinnis began to rumble, preparatory to making further remarks on the situation, but Sam waved him down and turned his brown eyes inquiringly on me. 'Fifteen per cent is our offer, he said. 'And to think it was once fifty-fifty! 'Strict business! 'Business? It's sweating! 'It's our limit. And it wasn't easy to make Buck here agree to that. He kicked like a mule.
Sam could make Buck look like the last run of shad, if it came to a showdown. Buck's just a common roughneck. Sam's an educated man. He's got brains. 'So I gathered. Well, I'm glad to hear you speak so well of him, because that's who I'm supposed to be. 'How's that? 'Buck MacGinnis insists that I am Smooth Sam Fisher. Nothing I can say will shift him. White stared.
Buck shuffled his feet and eyed me disagreeably. I suppose it is hard to think kindly of a man who has broken your leg. It was plain that, with Mr MacGinnis, bygones were by no means bygones. I rose. 'Well, I'm sorry you should have had the trouble of coming here for nothing. Let me see you out. Single file, please. Sam looked aggrieved. 'You turn it down? 'I do. 'One moment.
His back was turned towards me as he crouched to protect the match from the breeze, but something in his appearance seemed familiar. I had only a glimpse of him as he straightened himself and walked out of the pool of light into the Square, but it was enough. It was my much-enduring acquaintance, Mr Buck MacGinnis.
Whatever his arguments, they were successful, for, finally, humped as to the back and muttering, Buck moved into the light. 'Good evening, Mr MacGinnis, I said. 'I'm glad to see your leg is all right again. I won't detain you a moment. Just feel in your pockets and shed a few of your guns, and then you can come in out of the rain. To prevent any misunderstanding, I may say I have a gun of my own.
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