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I think he piped me as I blew in, but I ain't sure. He'll be pokin' in here in a minute. If he sees me talkin', to the guy there, for instance, and you give him a steer, he won't look too close. Sabe?" And Overland drank, observing the Easterner at the table over the top of his glass. "They got that guy Overland Red mugged in every station from here to Chicago," whispered Orcutt.
Dropping the pen, she went over to the window, staring out over the grey waters, trembling so violently that she could scarcely stand. She did not look around when they entered the room Ditmar, Caldwell, Orcutt, and evidently a few watchmen and overseers. Some one turned on the electric switch, darkening the scene without. Ditmar continued to speak in vehement tones of uncontrolled rage.
"I blazed it to the railway, and by the way, Cameron said that McNabb had already started construction had twenty or thirty miles of it completed several days ago." "Started construction?" cried Orcutt. "Construction of what?" "The tote-road.
She inquired, and the court attendant, who did not know, was polite enough to consult a directory and found that sure enough Judge Orcutt was living on Mountcourt Street, which happened to be not far away in fact just over the hill from the court-house.
In vain he regretted the wild impulse that had led him to substitute the sable coat for the marten. The impulse had come when the girl told him that Mrs. Orcutt was to be one of the theatre party. The plan had flashed upon him with overwhelming brilliance. He knew that Jean would in all probability never notice that the coat was not a marten. And he knew that Mrs.
"In the bull-pasture; and say, Red, it's gettin' warm there, for some." "Well, I guess I'll beat it," said Overland. "Take a slant at the door first." Overland turned leisurely. In the doorway stood the traffic officer. He glanced from Orcutt to the two men near the table. "Hello, Sweeney!" he called, glancing a second time at Overland. "Hello!" answered Sweeney, strolling to the end of the bar.
"The I. W. W.! My God, Orcutt, don't you know enough not to come in here wasting my time talking about the I. W. W.? Those anarchists haven't got any organization. Can't you get that through your head?" "All right," replied Orcutt, and marched off. Janet felt rather sorry for him, though she had to admit that his manner was exasperating.
"What do you mean?" asked Hedin. "The papers signed, and the money paid?" "Why Orcutt, president of the Eureka Paper Company, bought the land after McNabb's options expired. Wentworth is his representative." "But McNabb's options have not expired," insisted Hedin. "His payment has been tendered in the presence of a witness before the time of their expiration.
But that would be an altogether different story. She went back to see Judge Orcutt, not only at this time, but many times later, as long as the judge lived. So he was able to watch the idea that had sprung into being, helped by his wise sympathy, grow and bear its slow fruit to his satisfaction.
Orcutt, the superintendent across the hall, experienced a brief infatuation that turned to hate. She chewed gum incessantly, Janet found her cheap perfume insupportable; Miss Meyers, for her part, declared that Janet was "queer" and "stuck up," thought herself better than the rest of them.
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