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I'm rather in a hurry, and I think I shall trot on." "I'm in a hurry myself," said Crocker, "and I shall be happy to show your lordship the way. It isn't above a quarter of a mile's difference to me going by Pooley Bridge instead of Dallmaine." "Pray don't do anything of the kind; I can find the road." Whereupon Hampstead shook hands cordially with the Master, bade Mr.
"Why for?" countered our old friend McFluke, one-time proprietor of a saloon on the bank of the Lazy. "Because they're after you, that's why." "Who's they?" "Racey Dawson for one." McFluke sat upright in the bunk. "Him! That !" "Yes, him," sneered Pooley. "Scares you, don't it? And he's got two detectives with him, so get a move on.
Annabel led him into the house and to the study door, at which she knocked; then she stood aside for him to enter before her. Mr. Newthorpe was writing; he looked up absently, but light gathered in his eyes as he recognised the visitor. 'So here you are! We talked of you this morning. How have you come? 'On foot from Pooley Bridge.
"You talk too much." "Where's yore Wells Fargo and Pinkerton detectives?" demanded Mr. Pooley. "This gent is the Wells Fargo detective," replied Racey, indicating the man who had helped him handcuff McFluke. "There ain't any Pinkerton within five hundred miles so far as I know.... Huh? Them?
"Don't put handcuffs on me!" "Put yore hands down," ordered the marshal. "Look here, I'll go quietly. I'll " "Put yore hands down!" repeated the inexorable marshal. Jacob Pooley put his hands down. Racey and the other man were handcuffing McFluke, who was keeping up an incessant wail of, "I didn't do it! I didn't, gents, I didn't!" "Oh, shut up!" ordered Racey, jerking the prisoner to his feet.
The eldest of these companions was one of the Piegan City town marshals. He was a friend of Jacob Pooley's. But there was no friendliness in his face as he approached the register, removed his gun, and searched his person for other weapons. Jacob Pooley said nothing. His face was a dark red. The marshal produced a pair of handcuffs. The register recoiled. "Not those!" he protested.
Meanwhile, would you kindly tell the two champions that the fight will have to be put off." The clerk stared for some seconds as if at a demon and vanished. "What authority have you for what you say?" asked Lord Pooley abruptly. "Whom did you consult?" "I consulted a bandstand," said Father Brown, scratching his head. "But, no, I'm wrong; I consulted a book, too.
"It is a glorious morning after the storm. You ought to be out as much as possible, all of you. You should start as soon as you have finished your work with Miss Pooley." Miss Pooley was the governess who came daily from ten till one to instruct them.
While in some ways the murder might be considered sufficiently safe, the method of it and the act itself did not smack of Pooley's handiwork. It was much more probable that the killing was the climax of Luke Tweezy's original plan adhered to by the attorney and his friends against the advice and wishes of Jacob Pooley. "Guess we'd better go on to McFluke's," was Racey's suggestion. They went.
Even the typical soldiers I have been personally intimate with, it seems to me if I were to make a list of them it would be like a city directory. Some few only have I mention'd in the foregoing pages most are dead a few yet living. Stansberry; Manvill Winterstein, Ohio; Bethuel Smith; Capt. Sam. Pooley and Lieut. Fred. McReady, same reg't.
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