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Updated: June 16, 2025
"It's my opinion," said the ticket-collector, "that you'd get damages out of the steamboat company if you was to process them." Mannix did not want to attack the steamboat company. He felt vindictive, but his anger was all di-rected against the man who had injured him.
She had every right to demand that her son should be allowed to catch the salmon and shoot the grouse of Sir Lucius. Lady Lentaigne, who died young, was Mrs. Mannix's sister. Sir Lucius was therefore Frank's uncle. Edward Mannix, M. P., worried by Lord Torrington and threatened by his doctor, acquiesced in the arrangement. He ordered a fishing rod and a gun for Frank.
"Some twenty-odd thousand," he said soberly; "and I believe the man that got it is responsible for the holdups that have been pulled off around here." "Who got it?" Mannix asked quickly. "Rathburn," Sautee announced. Mannix smiled in undisgusted contempt. "Your own fault," he pointed out. "Wouldn't give me a chance to investigate. Said you had a scheme that would show him up one way or the other.
After hustling Mannix, he swore, pushed a porter aside and forced his way across the gangway. Mannix, now almost completely awake, resented this behaviour very much and decided that the elderly gentleman was not in any real sense of the word a gentleman, but simply a cad.
"Will you come to breakfast with me, Mr. Rathburn?" Rathburn took the hand with a curious side glance at Mannix. "I'm powerful hungry," he confessed; "an' I don't reckon I'd be showing the best of manners if I balked at havin' breakfast with the man that got me out of jail." "Quite right," admitted Sautee, winking at the deputy. "Well, perhaps I have my reasons.
"Well, you had him in jail last night, and you can probably get him again, if you start right out after him." "What makes you think this fellow Rathburn is The Coyote?" demanded Mannix. "Carlisle knows him by sight, and he told me." "Then why didn't you tell me?" the deputy asked sternly. "Because Carlisle didn't tell me until after I told him what I'd done," Sautee evaded.
Mannix behaved as a good wife should under such circumstances. She lifted every care, not directly connected with the army, from her husband's mind. The beginning of Frank's holidays synchronised with the close of the parliamentary session. She arranged that Frank should spend the holidays with Sir Lucius Lentaigne in Rosnacree.
"Come on," said Miss Rutherford, "we'll start the Primus stove, and while the water is boiling we'll eat a few of the peppermint creams as hors d'oeuvres." Priscilla jumped from the bow of the boat to the shore. "Jimmy Kinsella," she said, "go and help Mr. Mannix out of the boat. He's got a sprained ankle and can't walk. Then you can take our anchor ashore and shove out the boat.
Then two movements, quick as lightning too fast for the eye to follow and the roar of guns. Rathburn stepped back, his weapon smoking at his hip, as Carlisle swayed for a moment and then crumpled upon the ground. Rathburn quickly drew the piece of paper from his left pocket and the roll of bills from his right. He put the note with the bills and tossed the roll to Mannix.
There was a glint in Rathburn's eyes as he uttered the last sentence. Instead of flying into a rage, Mannix laughed. "Don't kid yourself," he said grimly. "You're not the man who held up this truck driver." He gave Rathburn back his gun, to the latter's surprise. Then he waved toward Rathburn's horse. "Go ahead," he said, smiling. "General eastern direction, wasn't it?
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