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Updated: June 23, 2025
Moylan was going back to Western City, Hartman to his office in Sheridan, from which he would arrange to send new organisers into North Valley. No doubt Cartwright would turn off many men those who had made themselves conspicuous during the strike, those who continued to talk union out loud. But such men would have to be replaced, and the union knew through what agencies the company got its hands.
In this state matters were, when, one morning about a week after the scene we have just described in O'Driscol's office, a dialogue to the following effect took place in the proctor's immense farm-yard, between our friend Mogue Moylan and his quondam sweetheart, Letty Lenehan.
Hamlin had to smile at the array, but Molly handled each article almost with reverence, tears dimming her eyes in memory. "He he bought these for me," she said softly, and looking across reproachfully at the Sergeant. "It was the best he could do." "I was not laughing at poor Moylan; only, I fear, he had a wrong conception of a girl's needs on the trail.
About this, outlined upon the brown grass, appeared darker patches representing dead ponies and the bodies of Moylan and Gonzales where they had been tumbled, scalped and otherwise mutilated. Down by the river a wounded pony tried to follow the disappearing cavalcade, but fell, giving vent to one scream of agony.
"Though Barry Lynch, and that limb o' the divil, young Daly, 'd stick at nothin in the way of lies and desait, they'd niver go to say all this about Moylan, unless he'd agree to do their bidding." "That's like enough, mother: I dare say Moylan has been talked over bought over rather; for he's not one of them as'd do mischief for nothin."
On looking more closely she perceived, however, that it was Mogue Moylan; and, unable to restrain her impatience, she raised the window still higher, and called down as Mogue passed under it, on his way round to the kitchen, but in a low, earnest voice, with, as Mogue thought, a good deal of confidential in it, "Is that Mogue?"
Moylan stuck his head out the nearest window. "Look like they had much of a fight at the Crossing?" he asked. "Not much; more like a night raid; two whites killed, and scalped. The third man either was taken away, or his body got burnt in the building. Horses all gone." "What tribe?"
Zamboni, to answer the door in case any of the hotel people or the detectives should come. Hal asked Jim Moylan to see Edward, and say that Hal was writing a manifesto to the North Valley workers, and would not be ready to leave until the midnight train.
It was I made you bring Anty down here, wasn't it? when I was up in Dublin all the time." "But to go and put yourself in the power of sich a fellow as Moylan! I didn't think you were so soft." "Ah, bother, mother! Who's put themselves in the power of Moylan?" "I'll moyle him, and spoil him too, the false blackguard, to turn agin the family them as has made him!
That was all then. Yet he knew that somehow it was different now the personal element had entered unwelcomed, into the equation. Sitting there in the dark, Gonzales' body crumpled on the floor at his feet, and Moylan lying stiff and cold along the back seat, with this girl grasping his sleeve in trust, she remained no longer merely the Major's daughter she had become herself.
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