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Cinnabar Joe regarded Purdy dully. "He switched glasses," he muttered thickly. A swift look of fear flashed into Purdy's eyes. "How'n hell did he know we fixed his licker?" he cried, for well he realized that if the Texan had switched glasses he was cognizant of the attempt to dope him. Moistening his lips with his tongue, the cowpuncher turned abruptly on his heel.
Purdy's cottage, but looked instead toward the immaculate and austere bedroom of Miss Stanley, with its "Melodonna" over the bed and a box of blooming plants on the window-sill. Such an ideal of classic simplicity was foredoomed to failure. Mrs. Snawdor, like nature, abhorred a vacuum.
Henry, following Purdy's retreating form with her eyes. "He took no notice of us whatever. And did you see, Amelia, how he stood and stared after Mary? Quite rudely, I thought." Here Mrs. Grindle was forced to express an opinion of her own always a trial for the nervous little woman. "I think it's because dear Mary looks so charming to-night, Agnes," she ventured in her mouselike way.
As Trueman is being borne in triumph down the steps his eyes rest on the terrible picture presented by the dead magnate and his daughter. In an instant the champion of justice forms a resolve. His heart and mind have a common impulse Purdy's body must be saved from desecration; it must be buried with that of Metz. "Pick up that body," he orders of the men who surround him.
Two of Ruhmkorff's apparatus, which, by means of an electric current, supplied a safe and handy portable light The arms consisted of two of Purdy's rifles and two brace of pistols. But what did we want arms for? We had neither savages nor wild beasts to fear, I supposed.
I said to Lyte, 'It'd be a rotten shame, I said, 'if somebody went and opened a combination grocery and meat market right next door and ruined Purdy's nice little business. Especially " Babbitt leaned forward, and his voice was harsh, " it would be hard luck if one of these cash-and-carry chain-stores got in there and started cutting prices below cost till they got rid of competition and forced you to the wall!"
"Haven't seen a bow-legged, dirty-faced little devil of a six-year-old lost kid around here anywhere, have you?" Mr. Toomey retained Miss Purdy's hand on the steps. "Think of that dear little babe," said Miss Purdy, "lost from his mother's side perhaps already fallen beneath the iron hoofs of galloping steeds oh, isn't it dreadful?" "Ain't that right?" agreed Mr. Toomey, squeezing her hand.
"I'd like to know why?" Nance challenged him in instant loyalty to her friend. "Besides, who else have I got to run with? Maybe you think it ain't stupid drudging around home all day and never having a cent to call my own. I want to get out and do something." Dan looked down at her in troubled silence. "Mrs. Purdy's always asking me why I don't bring you to some of the meetings at the church.
Purdy, playmate and henchman, ally in how many a boyish enterprise, in the hardships and adventures of later life. "Mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread!" Never had he turned a deaf ear to Purdy's needs; he had fed him and clothed him, caring for him as for a well-loved brother.
Jinny had entered the house to lay down her sleeping babe, and a third voice, Purdy's, became audible. The wife had evidently brought out a bottle of her famous home-brewed gingerbeer: he heard the cork pop, the drip of the overflow on the boards, the clink of the empty glass; and Purdy's warm words of appreciation. Then there was silence.
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