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Updated: May 12, 2025
No thinking person took their bombast seriously; the authorities, with great good sense, let it pass for what it was a noisy blowing-off of steam. At heart, the diggers were as sound as good pippins. A graver consideration was Purdy's growing fellowship with the rebel faction. The boy was too young and still too much of a fly-by-night to have a black mark set against his name.
At his suggestion the work of digging the tunnel was at once begun first at the east or Franklin Street end; then, after eight months' digging, at the west or Canal Street end. A shaft was actually sunk some thirty feet back of Mr. Purdy's building between it and the river while that gentleman watched with a quizzical gleam in his eye this defiant procedure.
"The transfer train's pulled out an' the trussle won't be fixed 'til mornin', you might's well take in the dance." Beside her Endicott moved uneasily. "Certainly not!" he exclaimed curtly as his eyes met Purdy's. And then, to the girl, "If you are bound to attend that performance you can go with me." "Oh, I can go with you, can I?" asked the girl sweetly.
Their gaze held a suspicion of veiled mockery, and the clean cut lips twisted at their comers into the semblance of a cynical, smiling sneer. "I want to thank you, too," she smiled, "it wasn't your fault your friend " "Jack Purdy's my name, mom," interrupted the other, importantly. " that Mr. Purdy beat you, I am sure.
'Tex, he says, 'where's the pilgrim? I remains noncommital, an' he continues, 'I layed over yesterday to enjoy Purdy's funeral, which it was the biggest one ever pulled off in Wolf River not that any one give a damn about Purdy, but they've drug politics into it, an' furthermore, his'n was the only corpse to show for the whole celebration, it bein' plumb devoid of further casualties." The cowpuncher paused, referred to his bottle, and continued: "It's just like I told you before.
So engrossed was she in fallowing the fortunes of her knight that she failed to notice the growing disapproval of Endicott, who sat frowning and silent by her side. Failed, also, to notice that as Purdy's attentions waxed more obvious she herself became the object of many a glance, and lip to ear observation from the occupants of the close-drawn vehicles.
Now came an ill-scrawled, misspelt epistle from Tilly doleful, too, for Purdy had once more quitted her without speaking the binding word in which she told that Purdy's leg, though healed, was permanently shortened; the doctor in Geelong said he would never walk straight again.
This man-hunt results in an addition of six to the list of the slain. Gorman Purdy's orders have been carried out. His police have been sworn in as deputies; they have met the miners and have "fired first." The sanctity of the law enveloped their act. They shot as Deputies.
Husband and wife sat and discussed the news, wondered how lameness would affect Purdy's future and what he was doing now, Tilly not having mentioned his whereabouts. "She has probably no more idea than we have," said Mahony. "I'm afraid not," said Polly with a sigh. "Well, I hope he won't come back here, that's all"; and she considered the seam she was sewing, with an absent air. "Why, love?
Nance repeated her formula several times before she remembered that Miss Bobinet was deaf; then she got up and shouted it close to the old lady's ear. "Lida Purdy's a fool," said Miss Bobinet, crossly. "What do I want with a chit of a girl like you?" "She thought I could wait on you," screamed Nance, "and read to you and play penuchle."
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