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He had met a gentleman and lady on the road that day; he wondered, as he toyed with his glass, if it could have been the Ferrises? Mounted? Yes, mounted. Then it was Ferris and his wife or it might have been Captain Murrell and Miss Malroy the captain was a strapping, black-haired chap who rode a big bay horse. Miss Malroy did not live in that part of the country; she was a friend of Mrs.
You don't seem to get it through your head that she's got no earthly use for you!" Murrell favored him with a contemptuous glance. "You're like every one else! Certain things you'll do, and certain other things you won't even try to do your conscience or your fear gets in your way." "Call it what you like." "I offer to take the girl off your hands; when I quit the country she shall go with me "
Bud's telling at second-hand would not be conclusive. And he sincerely desired to save Walter from prison. For Walter Johnson was the victim of Dr. Small, or of Dr. Small and such novels as "The Pirate's Bride," "Claude Duval," "The Wild Rover of the West Indies," and the cheap biographies of such men as Murrell.
A single startled cry escaped the Scratch Hitler; he struck out wildly as he lurched toward Murrell, who drew his knife and drove it into his shoulder. Groping wildly, Yancy reached his rifle and faced about.
The two young men shook hands, and Ware improved the opportunity to inspect the new-comer. But as his glance wandered over him, it took in more than Carrington, for it included the fine figure and swarthy face of Captain Murrell, who, with his eyes fixed on Betty, was thrusting his eager way through the crowd. Murrell had presented himself at Belle Plain the day before.
His scalp lay open where Slosson's treacherous blow had fallen and his face was covered with blood; even as his fingers stiffened they found the hammer, but Murrell, springing forward, kicked the gun out of his hands. Dashing the blood from his eyes, Yancy threw himself on Murrell.
"Ain't you-all got nothing to say to the gentleman?" asked Yancy. "Thank you, sir," said the boy. "That sounds a heap better. Let's see why, if it ain't ten dollars think of that!" said Yancy, in surprise. "Let's have another drink," suggested Murrell. Presently Hannibal stole out into the yard. He still held the bill in his hand, for he did not quite know how to dispose of his great wealth.
He instantly recognized Murrell and dropped his rifle into the crook of his arm. The act was instinctive, since there was no reason to believe that the captain had the least interest in the boy. Smilingly Murrell reined in his horse. "Why Bob Yancy!" he cried, in apparent astonishment. "Yes, sir Bob Yancy. Does it happen you are looking fo' him, Captain?" inquired Yancy. "No no, Bob.
Memories of idle tales of men foully dealt with in these lonely taverns, of murderous landlords, and mysterious guests who were in league with them, flashed through his mind. Murrell had followed them for this and had killed his Uncle Bob, and he would be sent back to Bladen! The law had said that Bladen could have him and that his Uncle Bob must give him up.
I saw judge Morrow this morning at four o'clock I told him I would obligate myself to present for his consideration evidence of a striking and sensational character, evidence which would show conclusively that Murrell should be held to await the action of the next grand jury this was after a conference with Hues I guaranteed his safety. Sir, the man refused to listen to me!
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