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But Dan, I had just a glimpse of a man pushing his way in, and it made me think of Lozcoski. But such a looking face! It was a mere glimpse, but I could only think of some animal. It wasn't just human. Do you suppose it was him?" "Don't know," said Dan. "Anyhow it's all right, if Murfree keeps out of his way, and he will probably, if he's gone home.
Murfree that is, if you know the way." "Bet I do, 'm, and had a taste and sup myself, but I'm not backward to go again. The coffee's rare good, 'm, an the san'wiches very satisfying. But" in a confidential tone, as they moved slowly through the throng "whoever's a-doing of all this has made one big mistake, ma'am, and that's a fact." "Indeed! How is that?" "Well, it's on the drinks, 'm.
"I wanted to say that this escaped criminal does prove to be Lozcoski, the man I told you of who attempted once to fire the Works. He had heaped kindlings, dipped in kerosene, wherever a bit of woodwork gave opportunity to start a blaze. He was caught by Murfree, and " "I telled her, Doyce," panting with the haste of her precipitate return. "I telled her, and she said 'Umph! but I dess she will.
Everybody was out hunting Murfree up, so we had to stay till I could call Dr. Browne by 'phone and we could get him warmed up once more. I left Gus there, to come and tell you, for I knew you'd worry. I guess this night'll finish poor old Tonguey Murfree! Queer, wasn't it?"
She felt that the man had been in desperate straits, and while recoiling before the evil sullenness of his look, she felt a deep pity for the pain in it. She turned to Murfree. "Who is that?" she had it on her tongue's end to ask, but the look in his face drove the query out of her mind.
"I was going to give a few more details about the Pole. You knew about the way he acted in the Social-house his ravenous ways over the food?" "Yes, I saw him," shuddering a little. "He had been starving for three days. The officers were fast on his track and arrested him hot from the fight. Had he not seen Murfree I presume he would have made his way back to the woods safely.
"She's very weak," whispered the nurse. Mrs. Davis took Jennie's hand. The moments passed, and after a time the clock in the hall struck one. Miss Murfree, the nurse, moved to the medicine-table several times, wetting a soft piece of cotton cloth with alcohol and bathing Vesta's lips. At the striking of the half-hour there was a stir of the weak body a profound sigh.
Mallowe would get their heads together, and find out that their suspicions of all of us girls were correct. You wouldn't want that." "Miss Murfree is quite right," Blaine interposed. "You must be very careful, Miss Lawton, not to allow Mr. Carlis to discover that you know anything whatever of that conversation at least just yet." "I'll try, but it will be difficult, I am afraid," Anita murmured.
They wasn't nobody but Dan could keep him down lately, and Dan's gone some'ers to-night." She had scarcely finished when the lad, on a well-weighted wheel, sprinted into view. Dalton called him. "This way, Dan," and he flung himself off. "What is it? Murfree off again?" "Yes," walking beside the boy as he led his wheel on a detour around the group. "Off forever, poor fellow!
Goodwin was a natural shot, not only with the rifle and revolver, but with the sling. Proffit might have stood as a type of the mountaineers described by John Fox and Miss Murfree. He was a tall, sinewy, handsome man of remarkable strength, an excellent shot and a thoroughly good soldier.
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