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After Jessie had been but a little while upon his heels, the Master comes to me one day in the steward's office, and with more civility than usual, "Mackellar," says he, "there is a damned crazy wench comes about here. I cannot well move in the matter myself, which brings me to you. Be so good as to see to it: the men must have a strict injunction to drive the wench away."

This letter I despatched by the only hand I could depend upon in such a case Macconochie's; and the old man rode hard, for he was back with the reply before even my eagerness had ventured to expect him. Again, as he read it, Mr. Henry had the same grim smile. "This is the best you have done for me yet, Mackellar," says he. "With this in my hand I will give him a shog. Watch for us at dinner."

"You're right. If you take my advice, you'll take the typewriter upstairs, where there's no chance of a shot through the window." "Great heavens!" exclaimed Hal. "Is this America, or mediaeval Italy?" "It's the Empire of Raymond," replied MacKellar. "They shot my friend Tom Burton dead while he stood on the steps of his home.

Henry; and suddenly rising from his seat with more alacrity than he had yet discovered, set one finger on my breast, and cried at me in a kind of screaming whisper, "Mackellar" these were his words "nothing can kill that man. He is not mortal. He is bound upon my back to all eternity to all eternity!" says he, and, sitting down again, fell upon a stubborn silence.

At least, as he raised his head upon my coming, I thought I could perceive his countenance to lighten. "Ah!" says he, "here comes the good Mackellar. I have just been telling Sandie the story of this place, and how there was a man whom the devil tried to kill, and how near he came to kill the devil instead."

He may be able to give us some advice even to think of some way to get the mine open." Edstrom explained that MacKellar, an old Scotchman, had been a miner, but was now crippled, and held some petty office in Pedro. He was a persistent opponent of "Alf" Raymond's machine, and they had almost killed him on one occasion. His home was not far away, and it would take little time to consult him.

'If, by any wabbling of the rack, the pressure were to be suddenly relieved, the gas from one bag might be sucked into the other, with the result of a disastrous explosion." We stood regarding each other in dumb horror. Mackellar was deathly pale. "Let me off, boys," he pleaded faintly. "I've got to go to the station to turn out the men." He made a motion to climb down.

"Before strangers . . . " begins my lord, still more unhappily affected. "There is no one but Mackellar here," said Mr. Henry; "he is my friend. And, my lord, as you make him no stranger to your frequent blame, it were hard if I must keep him one to a thing so rare as my defence." Almost I believe my lord would have rescinded his decision; but the Master was on the watch. "Ah!

He made an excuse to send Macconochie from the room. "And for money?" he inquired. "Have I to keep well with my good friend Mackellar for my pocket-money also? This is a pleasing return to the principles of boyhood." "There was no allowance made," said I; "but I will take it on myself to see you are supplied in moderation." "In moderation?" he repeated. "And you will take it on yourself?"

"What would you ask him to do?" "Why, to lay the matter before the Grand Jury; to bring indictments against the North Valley bosses." "But that would take a long time; it wouldn't save the men in the mine." "What might save them would be the threat of it." MacKellar put in. "I don't think any threat of Dick Barker's would count for that much. The bosses know they could stop him."