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"The man behind you. He saw him." Jake's hand closed in a nervous grip. Had the trigger been against his finger at that moment it would doubtless have been snapped with some satisfaction, so the barrel had been pointing at Hammersmith. "Saw him distinctly," the coroner repeated. "Mr. Quimby's face is not to be mistaken."
Ferris looked at Quimby's seconds. They shook their head. "I award the fight to Mister Dalzell," declared Midshipman Ferris. "Oh, give it to Mr. Quimby, if you don't mind, sir," begged Dan. "He got the game, and might as well have the name along with it." "Mister, don't be touge all the time," cried Mr. Ferris sharply. "I don't mean to be, sir," replied Dan quite meekly.
Magee picturing in fancy one who had fled along this path but a short time before; the others busy with many thoughts, not the least of which was of Mrs. Quimby's breakfast. At the door of the kitchen she met them, maternal, concerned, eager to pamper and to serve, just as Mr. Magee remembered her on that night that now seemed so long ago.
Quimby's two seconds rushed to his side. Midshipman Ferris and the time-keeper also gathered around. "Quimby," spoke the referee, "you're in no shape to go on." "I can stand up and be hit," muttered the youngster gamely. "Mr. Dalzell, do you care to go further?" asked Mr. Ferris. "I shan't attempt to hit Mr. Quimby, sir, unless he develops a good deal more steam."
Lawyers came and bailed out the other unfortunate, of whom it soon was rumored that he was Almira Quimby's own cousin, the son of her rich city aunt, and that was the reason the lawyers and not the relatives came.
Had the printer who looked over that confused mass of notes known that they were the nucleus of a book of which over five hundred thousand copies would be sold by 1907, and had he printed the manuscript then and there, Christian Science in its present form would never have existed. For at that time Mrs. Eddy had not dreamed of calling her system of mind cure anything but Dr. Quimby's "Science."
For an hour he asked questions, and in the end he prepared to go in a seemingly satisfied state of mind. Quimby's face was very awed when he came down-stairs after a visit to the room above. "Poor fellow!" he said to Magee. "I'm sorry he was so young." For such as Quimby carry no feud beyond the gates. He went over and took Kendrick's hand.
Then a carriage lurched by him, and a strong voice cursed the roughness of the road. Mr. Magee half smiled to himself as he strode on. "Don Quixote, my boy," he muttered, "I know how you felt when you moved on the windmills." It was not the whir of windmills but the creak of a gate in the storm that brought Mr. Magee at last to a stop. He walked gladly up the path to Elijah Quimby's door.
No little of the power of Christian Science is due to this narrow rigidity which is itself the projection of the personality of Mary Baker Eddy. But Christian Science did not carry with it the whole of the group which had come under Quimby's influence, nor indeed all of those who came under Mary Baker Eddy's influence.
Certainly he was a dreamer to doubt such plain evidences as these. Yet Here his eye encountered Quimby's, and pulling himself up short, he hastily fell into the wake of his comrade now hastening down the narrow passage to the wider hall in front. Had it occurred to him to turn again before rounding the corner but no, I doubt if he would have learned anything even then.
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