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I did not even see McConkey with his machine gun. This disappointed me. I thought McConkey was a man of more grit. One night's work ought not to have tired him out. Clithering was in the club. He, at all events, was still active. Very likely he was caught the night before by some patrolling party and forced to go to bed.
One of my grandsons, Frank McConkey, has just read over this chapter, and remarks, "He was a dead game sport!" But he had also read what Captain Gowdy had interlined, or rather written on the margin to go in after the description of the property conveyed: "Also one blue-blooded black-and-tan terrier name 'Nicodemus. The tail goes with the hide, Jacob!"
McConkey was not by any means the only man who saw in the accident evidence of an unholy alliance between the Liberal Government and the men whom Babberly was accustomed to describe as "Steeped to the lips in treason." Bland and I stood together outside the City Hall and surveyed the shattered fragments of the statue.
Cahoon did not say anything for about ten minutes. Then he went on "McConkey is foreman in the mill." "The scutching mill?" I asked. It was, of course, the scutching mill. I only asked the question in order to keep up the conversation. The long silences were embarrassing. Cahoon did not answer me.
"Guilty!" "Captain Kingsley?" "Guilty!" "Captain McConkey?" "Guilty!" "Captain Lucas?" "Guilty!" "Captain O'Donnelly?" "Guilty!" "Captain Rosencrantz?" "Guilty!" "Major Greyson?" Every officer sprang to his feet and gazed in astonishment, consternation and indignant inquiry upon the renderer of this unprecedented vote. The President was the first to speak, breaking out with: "Sir!
"I've seen fellows who'd been fighting for months not half so " Then McConkey started his infernal machine. The effect was most surprising. Two tramcars, which were standing close to the far end of the street, simply disappeared. There was a kind of eruption of splintered wood, shattered glass and small fragments of metal.
"You'll be better able to talk about that," said Cahoon, "when you've seen the man I'm going to take you to. Seeing's believing." I was, of course, quite willing to go with Cahoon if he would really show me a citizen soldier in a scutching mill. We got out the motor car and started. "He's a man by the name of McConkey," said Cahoon. "A good name," I said. "One expects something from a McConkey."
"Do you mean to say," I said, "that you've bought that weapon?" "I haven't her bought yet," said McConkey; "but I have the money by me." "And you actually mean " I said. "Ay. I do." I looked at Cahoon. He was still studying the drawings of the gun. "It'll be queer," said McConkey, slowly, "if she doesna' land a few of them in hell before they have me catched." I turned to Cahoon again.
They were dragging a heavy object along with two large ropes. I recognized the leader of them at once. He was Cahoon's foreman friend, McConkey. I was pleased to find that he recognized me. "I have her safe," he said. "Would you like to take a look at her?" I did. She was a machine gun of a kind quite unknown to me; but her appearance was very murderous. McConkey led me up to her.
"The poor dears," she said, "want something to brighten their lives. Besides, they'll take it as a compliment to them if I'm like Solomon in all his glory." I gathered from this remark that the audience was to consist mainly of the wives and sisters of McConkey and other men of the same class.
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