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She had been head over heels in love with a chum of mine a clean, manly chap but she had married a broken-down, disreputable old debauchee because he was a count in some dinky little European principality that was not even accorded a distinctive color by Rand McNally. Yes, I was mighty proud of Dian.
By comparison our former toil of mere digging and washing seemed light and pleasurable exercise. "If this stuff don't run pretty high," grunted McNally, wiping the sweat from his eyes, "it's me voting for the bar. We can't stand all day of this." He heaved the contents of his pack-sack into the cradle, and shook it disgustedly.
He sat up, leaning back heavily, and with a struggle collected his thoughts. Katherine joked with him, and fussed over him with a maternal solicitude that made the Captain smile. At eight-thirty, as Porter was sipping another cup of coffee, the corporal appeared. "A man says he's got to see Mr. Porter, sir. A Mr. McNally." "McNally," cried Porter, starting up only to sink back, breathing heavily.
McNally, Buck Barry, and Missouri Jones, however, could not be persuaded out of their intention of remaining to dig fresh gold; nor, I am afraid, were we very cordial in our insistence. We considered them foolhardy; but in our then mood we did not greatly care. By noon we had packed our goods, and by night we had broken the back of our return journey.
McNally took the cue quickly. "Mr. West?" he said interrogatively. Harvey bowed. "I will be at your service in a moment. Excuse me." Wing and Thompson had already taken the hint, and were moving toward the door. Porter hung back, conversing in low tones with McNally. Then he bowed to West and followed the others. McNally gathered up the papers on the table, folded them, and put them in his pocket.
McNally pursed his lips, then drew out a wallet, and counted out three thousand dollars in large bills, which he laid in the centre of the table. "There's four playing," suggested Blaney. McNally scowled. "Don't be a hog, Blaney." He took up his hand, then laid it down and rose, adding, "Can't do anything with that hand."
Deep behind her desire to be honest with her father was a desire to prove that Harvey was, after all, in the right. She did not recognize this, she did not even know it, but Harvey's personality had taken on hers a vital grip that was as yet too strong, too firm, too close at hand to be realized. As for McNally, his intention to evade was too evident to be overlooked.
And right glad he was, too, that he stopped that day. A fortnight later McNally, on the night run, was going down Crooked Creek Cañon watching the fireworks in the heavens. A black cloud hung on a high peak, and where its sable skirts trailed along the range the lightning leaped and flashed in sheets and chains.
The weekly contributions to the funds of Conciliation Hall. Brown of Elphin; seconded by the Right Reverend Dr. McNally of Clogher. Resolved: That the Most Reverend Dr.
Nanny's right," cried Mrs. McNally, relaxing. "Go fetch the toast, Elleney, and give Mr. Pat Rooney his marchin' orders at the same time." "What am I to say?" inquired Elleney, her eyes round with alarm above cheeks that were still crimson. "Bid him get out of that," returned her aunt, laughing. Elleney took up her tray, and went away with a lagging step.
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