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Boller was forgotten. Boller's achievements were outshone by those of David Malcolm. Malcolm's success demonstrated the high character of McGraw's system of training. Malcolm was already being heard from!
He nodded, unaware that he had said anything humorous, and pivoted around to return to his work. Blake limped briskly away after the puzzled but silent Pete. At the bunkhouse Pete showed his charge into McGraw's room, and went to order hot water for a bath. When he returned, Blake, with half the stubble already shorn from his lathered face, handed over a telegraph message addressed to Griffith.
McGraw's fancy, the purchase price of which, in addition to the express charges prepaid to San Pasqual, further denuded him of ten dollars.
At the time he was not financially equipped to argue the matter calmly, clearly and judicially, and he had no money to pay for "inside information." He only knew that the rule requiring applicants to designate the basis was an office-made rule and had no place in Mr. McGraw's copy of the Political Code of the State of California.
"Sure shot between friends. Yes." Carey turned his head slowly and gazed at the gambler in mean triumph. "Well, I'm sorry I can't agree with you" he said. "Your friend McGraw robbed me of fifteen hundred dollars on the San Pasqual-Keeler stage a few days ago." The fact that Carey had been a victim of Bob McGraw's felonious activities was news to Mr.
McGraw's next move savors so strongly of the veal period of his existence that no amount of extenuating circumstances may be adduced in defense of it. While the promoter of Donnaville was a true son of the desert, he was college- bred, and with the sight now, for the first time in several years, of trolley cars, automobiles and people wearing clean linen, old memories surged up in Mr.
He smote his thigh, "Well I'll be ding-swizzled and everlastingly flabbergasted. Lit out to get married an' never said a word to nobody. Pulls out o' town, dressed in her best suit o' clothes, like old man McGinty, an' heads north. Uh-huh! Bob McGraw's at the bottom o' this. He started south the day before, an' he ain't arrived in San Pasqual yet."
He wanted to say something severe, but for the life of him even the little he had left he could not; there was a puzzled look in his sand-clogged eyes as he whispered. "Bob, they've got the goods on you. There's a warrant out; you know that stage hold-up at Garlock " He lurched forward into Bob McGraw's arms. "Oh, Harley, Harley, old man" said Bob McGraw in a choking voice. "Vamose" panted Mr.
Carey whirled in his chair, jerked open a drawer in his desk and reached his hand inside. Before he could withdraw it Bob McGraw's big automatic was covering him. "Take your hand out of that drawer Boston. Out, you dog, or I'll drill you!" Carey's hand came out of the drawer slowly, very slowly, grasping a small pearl-handled revolver.
It appeared that the minister who had performed the ceremony, after forwarding the license to the State Board of Health for registration, had neglected to return it thereafter to the two most interested parties, which, coupled with Mrs. McGraw's ignorance of the procedure to be followed under the circumstances, had resulted in more or less embarrassment.
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