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The boss went back to the office to get his pocketbook; McLaughlin saw him; then he went down the stairs; Nahum, he he fired; he had been hidin' underneath the stairs. Carl Olfsen caught him, and he's in jail. Your daughter she was there when the shot came, and run up and held his head. The young boss he sent her in Dr. James's buggy to Mrs. Lloyd to break the news. She 'ain't got home?"
"I heard him shoot, and I heard him run, and I stood still until he ran into my arms. I have him." Nahum, in the grasp of this fate, was quivering from head to foot, but not from fear. "Is he dead?" he shouted, eagerly. "Hush up, you murderer," cried Dixon. "We didn't want any such work as this, damn you. Keep fast hold of him, Olfsen." "I will keep him fast," replied the Swede, smiling.
"Oh, no, no, not dead." "Hurt?" Ellen nodded, trembling. "How?" "He was shot." "Who shot him?" "One of the workmen. They have him. Carl Olfsen found him." "One of the workmen, when he has always been so good!" Suddenly Mrs. Lloyd seemed to gather herself together into the strength of action. "Are they bringing him home?" she asked Ellen, in a sharp, decisive voice.
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