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The remainder of the carcass of mutton which Moriarity had shot had been strapped back of his saddle, and was now cut up into suitable sizes for the fire which Cook had built. The meat, laid on the glowing embers, was soon cooked and, their hunger appeased, the men, wrapped in their blankets, their feet to the fire, composed themselves for slumber.
Louis, or near there, and from thence went to Kansas City. You were often seen playing faro at the White Elephant, and one night you knocked one of my men senseless when he had arrested Moriarity, and took him to old Nance, the widow.
As Moriarity and Cummings stepped from the shadow of the distillery, an indistinct form stole behind them, and keeping just within sight, followed the two men as they wended their lonely way to Cook's shop. Disdaining all attempts at concealment, Cummings rapped loudly on the door. The sound of clinking glasses was heard, and a voice, heavy and thick, growled out, "Come in."
Instantly the detectives followed, leaving two men to guard Moriarity, for in the darkness Sam's condition was not noticed, but seeing the folly of attempting a pursuit in so dark a night, Chip's whistle recalled them, and the chagrined and disappointed operatives gathered around the cottonwood trees.
He first searched the wounded man's pockets, and, finding the key, released the handcuffs from Moriarity. The latter, seeing Cummings hesitate, and divining the cause, said in a questioning voice: "Why not take him to the widow's, Jim?" "I would a damned sight rather put him through the ice, but its too thick for me. Do you think we can carry him between us?"
"Trust me! You give Dan Moriarity a chance to cover some tin, and he's yours, body and soul." "What's your price to help me, and keep your mouth shut?" "It's a go," and Cummings held out his hand. The compact was thus sealed, and lighting a match, Cummings commenced to look for his valise.
With a bitter curse of rage Cummings stepped forward, and, with rough hands, separated the boon companions, thrusting the tramp without ceremony under the table, Moriarity in the meantime shaking Cook in vain attempts to rouse him from his maudlin stupor.
Moriarity must trust to his own good luck, for time was pressing and to save himself he must take an immediate departure. A thousand schemes passed through his head and a hundred disguises presented themselves to him as he hurried toward his room. Side streets and back alleys were taken and more than once he doubled on his track to ascertain if he was followed.
When Moriarity, for it was he whom Sam was trailing, rode back to the river, Sam was perched on behind the hack. He saw the wounded Chip placed inside, thanks to the darkness, and still hanging on the back of the carriage was carried back to town. When the two train robbers turned into the alley Sam was right behind them, so close that he could hear their labored breathing.
And the women laughed and applauded, or murmured words of sympathy and understanding as the tale proceeded. It came to an end somewhat abruptly, William suddenly embarrassed, half ashamed, altogether shy, longing to get out of the house and back to the office. "And that's all," he ended curtly. "And did Mrs. Moriarity say anything when she kissed you?" asked Miss Whimple slyly.
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