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Downstairs, McNally and Porter sat for a long time with only a desultory conversation. Then McNally said, "Porter, I envy you a daughter like that." "She is a good girl," Porter replied. The fight for the possession of the Manchester and Truesdale Railroad divides itself naturally into two acts.

"See here, West," said Mattison, when they were fairly around the corner, "wasn't that a little hasty? It wouldn't hurt to keep the man out of the way." "No, I don't agree with you. What McNally has done so far will be upheld by his judge. And another thing, Mattison; just at present, it isn't to our interest to get an investigation under way. We're going to do the same thing ourselves."

McNally," she said abruptly, "if we want the M. & T. road, why don't we buy it and pay for it?" McNally started. During the long silence he had been feasting on Katherine's beauty.

Now he could easily recognize McNally, and without being able to distinguish words could even hear him talking. Suddenly McNally stepped out from the group and called down the platform, "Blake, are Wilkins and the boys back yet?" The reply was lost to Harvey, but McNally shouted, "If they aren't here in five minutes, go ahead."

"I'll see you safe to Shelby, and then make tracks for Port Vigor. I hope there's a decent inn at Shelby where you can stop overnight." I hoped so, too, but I wasn't going to let him see that with the waning afternoon my enthusiasm was a little less robust. I was wondering what Andrew was thinking, and whether Mrs. McNally had left things in good order.

"No," said the secretary; "he isn't in Truesdale." "Where is he?" "I couldn't find out. His stenographer wouldn't tell me." "Wouldn't tell you, eh?" said Porter. "Just get Truesdale again; I'll talk with that young man myself." When he began talking his voice was mild and persuasive, and Shields and McNally listened expectantly.

McNally is a brawny, slow-witted Swede. "All right Mis' McGill," she said. "You be back to denner?" "No, I'm not coming back for a month," I said. "I'm going away for a trip. I want you to send Rosie over here every day to do the housework while I'm away. You can arrange with Mr. McGill about that. I've got to hurry now." Mrs.

Don't let this man" she turned contemptuously toward McNally "speak to him or excite him in any way. Will you do this?" As she spoke her face softened, and she held out her hand. The Captain took it. "Yes, Miss Porter, I will take care of him." Katherine, without looking again at McNally, walked to the door and called for her trap.

McNally herself and her four daughters, three nieces had been added to her family on the death of their mother, Mrs. McNally's only sister. "Sure they're all the same as me own," the good woman was wont to say, looking round affectionately at the girls. "There's times when I have to be thinkin' which is which upon me honour, there is."

It is of good colour; there above by the bend." His eye widened as he saw what Yank held. "Madre de dios!" he murmured. McNally, who had said and done nothing, suddenly uttered a resounding whoop and stood on his hands. Missouri Jones, taking aim, spat carefully into the centre of the fire, missing the dishpan by a calculated and accurate inch.

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