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It's a great game McNamara's playing and he did well to get you in on it, for you're clever, your nerve is good, and your make-up is great for the part. I ought to know, for I've turned a few tricks myself. You'll pardon this little burst of feeling professional pique. I'm jealous of your ability, that's all. However, now that you realize we're in the same class, don't look down on me hereafter."
They proceeded to the attorney's office, but had not been there long before Slapjack Simms burst in upon them. "Hell to pay!" he panted. "McNamara's taking your dust out of the bank." "What's that?" they cried. "I goes into the bank just now for an assay on some quartz samples. The assayer is busy, and I walk back into his room, and while I'm there in trots McNamara in a hurry.
A grim meaning rose in the vacuous eye of Lovel; Isaacs caressed his diamond pin, smiling in a sickly fashion; McNamara's wandering stare fixed and grew unhumanly bright; Ufert openly dropped his hand on his gun-butt and stood sullenly defiant.
He had been a squatter, but his family had died of a fever, and McNamara's mind had been unsettled ever since; whisky had finished the work of sending him on the downward path with Conklin's little crew of desperadoes. Men shrank from facing those too-bright, wandering eyes, yet it was from pity almost as much as horror. Finally came Ufert.
I'm mighty glad you're going to marry him. He's a wonderful man, and he's the only one who can save us." "What do you mean by that? What are we in danger of?" she inquired, avoiding discussion of McNamara's announcement. "Why, that mob, of course. They'll come back. They said so.
He had fired his last shot. McNamara realized that he had to trust to his legs to get him out of that scrape, and he turned and ran faster than he ever sprinted in his life. But the bear was the better runner, and gained rapidly. The dangling squirrels impeded McNamara's action, and as he ran he tried to get rid of them. He pulled two loose and dropped them, and the Grizzly stopped to investigate.
Hearing McNamara's "Good-night" at the front-door, she retreated again while her uncle slowly mounted the stairs and paused before her chamber. He called her name softly, but when she did not answer continued on to his own room. When he was safely within she descended quietly, went out, and locked the front-door behind her, placing the key in her bosom.
"Now we'll get our property back and all the money they took out that is, if McNamara hasn't salted it." "Yes; all that's necessary is to file the documents, then serve the Judge and McNamara. You'll be back on Anvil Creek to-morrow." Having placed their documents on record at the court-house, the two men continued to McNamara's office. He met them with courtesy.
The law don't enter into it." "That's right," echoed another at his elbow. "We can't seize the claims, because McNamara's got soldiers to back him up. They'd shoot us down. You ought to be the last one to object." He saw that dispute was futile.
We won't hang him, not if he'll wear this suit we brought along. He needn't be afraid. Tar is good for the skin." "Oh, my God!" groaned the limb of the law. Suddenly a man came running down the planked pavement and into the group. "McNamara's gone, and so's the marshal and the rest," he panted.
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