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Scarcely around the corner on the next business street he hurried into a telephone booth. "I called up First Deputy O'Connor," he explained as he left the booth a quarter of an hour later. "You know it is the duty of two of O'Connor's men to visit all the pawn-shops of the city at least once a week, looking over recent pledges and comparing them with descriptions of stolen articles.
The man confronting him was the big cattleman who had entered the Silver Dollar in time to see O'Connor's victory over the showman. Now he stood serenely under Bucky's gun and laughed. "Put up your .45, my friend. It's a peaceable conference I want with you." The level eyes of the young man fastened on those of the cattleman, and, before he spoke again, were satisfied.
I reckon it won't be a pleasant meeting for Mr. Blackwell." "I'll be headed for Mexico. I tell you because you ain't liable to go around spreading the news. There's a horse saddled in the dip back of the hill crest. Get it?" "Fine," Cullison came back. "And you'll ride right into some of Bucky O'Connor's rangers. He's got the border patroled. You'd never make it." "Don't worry. I'd slip through.
But the situation could not be saved by any degree of repartee. Boston had voted for separation; Silas Osgood and Company must resign the Guardian; and Samuel Gunterson had made a humiliating failure of his quest. Into his throbbing brain, however, a new idea had come, suggested by O'Connor's taunt. A new agent! Why not?
In the present case, when on returning to New York early Monday morning he learned that one of the most terrible losses in fire insurance annals had occurred without his knowledge, it did not tend to sweeten his temper. He did not go to his own office, but with a grim face started directly for the building of the Salamander. Once within its portals he immediately entered Mr. O'Connor's room. Mr.
The other horses, coming on with a closing rush, enveloped the pair, passing them and continued on toward the wire. Only one remark of Martin O'Connor's is fit for quotation. It came when his vocabulary was bare of vituperation, abusive epithet, and profanity. "You can slip me fifty, Engle. That darned trick horse of yours was last!"
O'Connor's resignation was so unexpected as to leave us unprepared perhaps more so than we should have been and it now seems as though a deviation from our usual course might be forced upon us." He then very briefly acquainted them with the qualities of the men under O'Connor in much the same way that he had reviewed them in his own mind. The directors listened in silence.
Surely she had not been urged by a sense of gratitude, for in no way had she given expression to that. On his death-bed she had almost made fun of him. And she could not have come as a messenger from McTrigger, or she would have left her message. For the first time he began to doubt that she knew the man at all, in spite of the strange thing that had happened under O'Connor's eyes.
"This honest Nero is zealous according to his light; he has kept a strict record of the acts and events of the jail for four years past; i.e., rather more than two years of Captain O'Connor's jailership, and somewhat less than two years of the present jailer. Such a journal, rigorously kept out of pure love of truth by such a man is invaluable.
In fact, he had done this with such aplomb that long ago he had dismissed from his mind such a thing as the possibility of a wave insurmountable. In his first flush of anger against O'Connor's betrayal for by Mr. Wintermuth the action of his Vice-President could not otherwise be regarded he had but one thought, and that was to make O'Connor's act recoil upon his own head.
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