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She was his friend already, the dearest friend he had was she destined then to kill him? "No!" he said, "I don't want any friends. Come on, I believe that's McGraw." He rose up hastily and held out his hand to help her but she refused to accept his aid. Her lips were trembling, there were tears in her eyes and her breast was beginning to heave; but there was no explanation he could give.
A month later, McGraw, pere, while ascending the shaft of the mine where he was employed as superintendent, was met by an ore bucket coming down. Bob closed his office, went up country to the mine and saw to it that his father was decently buried. Fortunately there was sufficient money on hand to do this, Bob's parent having received his pay check only the day before.
Murray came over to McGraw I was sitting next to McGraw on the bench and he said, 'What do you want me to do, Mac? "'What do I want you to do? McGraw said. 'What are you doing in the National League? There's the winning run on second base and no one out. What would you do if you were the manager? "'I'd sacrifice the man to third, Murray said.
Donna's voice was calm, her tones hinting of nothing more than a friendly interest and sympathy; yet Harley P., watching her over the doctor's shoulder, guessed the stress of emotion under which she strove, for he, too, had seen her kiss Bob McGraw as he lay unconscious in her arms. "I fear he will not. The bullet ranged upward, perforating the top of his right lung, and went on clean through.
The dawn-light came filtering across the desert and lit up the room where she sat. She turned to the bed and saw that Bob McGraw was watching her again, and on his face was that little, cheerful, mocking, inscrutable smile. Again Donna found herself powerless to resist the appeal in the man's eyes. She was crying a little as she slipped to her knees beside the bed and laid her cheek against his.
Ah' when they come to you, Doc, you don't know nothin'. Comprende?" "But McGraw robbed the stage " "He didn't kill nobody, Doc. He wasn't blood-thirsty. He shot the horse when he might have shot the messenger. Now, let's be sensible, Doc. Sometimes a feller can accomplish more in this world by keepin' his mouth shut than he can by tellin' every durned thing he knows.
"How many central-span sections have you stacked up out here?" "All 'cept four north-side 'uns. Last come this mornin'. In yards yet." "How long'll it take us to rig a cable tram from the traveller across to the north 'lever?" "Huh?" demanded McGraw blankly. "We'll run the north-side steel across by tram, and push the work from both ends.
Once the central span's connected, this bridge'll stand up under any load that can be piled on her." "Wind risin' an' you figurin' on construction work!" commented McGraw. "If she doesn't go to smash in the next half-hour, we'll be O.K.," answered Blake coolly. "That train has waited long enough. You look to the steel. Load the first sections for this end on the outermost car.
The chains tightened with a jerk, the wheelers set their feet; then the lead wagon heaved forward, the trail-wagon followed and Denver was alone on the road. His brain was in a whirl, he had lost all volition, even the will to control his wild thoughts; until suddenly he burst out in a fit of cursing of Murray, of McGraw, of everything.
Whether his spiteful attitude toward the unfortunate Bob arose from this, or the loss of the fifteen hundred dollars, Mr. Hennage now purposed discovering. He leaned toward Carey confidentially and lowered his voice. "Say, looky-here, Mr. Carey. This boy, McGraw, is a friend o' mine. A little wild? Yes. But what young feller now-a-days ain't?
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