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The sheriff was nonchalantly deliberative in his actions, betraying only a negative interest in Rankin's movements for Rankin's holster yawned with eloquent emptiness. With his empty holster dragging on his desires, it seemed to Rankin that to await the sheriff's pleasure was his most logical course. And so he waited.
After all, he had not borrowed that fifty pounds nor yet that twopence. Luckily Rankin's brandy enabled him to walk back with less difficulty than he came. It had also warmed him, so that he did not find out all at once that he had left his overcoat at Rankin's. He could not go back for it. He could never present himself at that house again.
At the end of it Charlotte and Sutton found themselves alone, smiling into each other's faces. "Do you like him?" she said. "I'm not sure. All the same that isn't a bad idea of Mrs. Rankin's." It was Sutton who tried to work it the next morning, sounding McClane. Charlotte was in the space between the glass doors, arranging their stores in their own cupboard.
After a time, "I see what you mean, of course," she said slowly, "that it would be better for her, perhaps but if he loves her, her father wants to do things for her." Rankin's roar of exasperation at this speech was so evidently directed at an old enemy of an argument that Lydia was only for an instant startled by it. "I don't say he can do too much for her," he cried. "He can't!
The first Battallion reached Ripley about the 1st of October, and on the 19th of October, this Battallion and twenty-five men of Co. E, under command of Capt. R. C. Rankin, all being under Lt. Col. Passing through four counties, they returned to camp at Ripley, bringing with them three prisoners captured by the advance Capt. R. C. Rankin's twenty-five men of E Co. being the advance.
Made a circle of the places within forty miles Russel's of the Circle R, Stetson's of the 'XI, Frazier's, Rankin's none of them have seen a sign of a stray." "That settles it, then. Those horses were stolen." The red face with its bristle of buff and gray came closer. "I didn't think they'd strayed.
"If you'd only stop jawing and give me some brandy, I could go." "Oh my Aunt!" said Rankin, dallying with his despair. "It isn't half a bad idea. Try it." They tried it. Maddox raised the poet's head and Rankin poured the brandy into him. Rankin's hand was gentle, but there was a sternness about Maddox and his ministrations.
There would remain two more, and one of them was certain to kill him. Moving across the room he heard a whisper from the floor: "I've heard them, Lanning. Don't be a fool. Give me up to 'em!" He made no answer. In the other room the voices were no longer restrained; Jeff Rankin's in particular boomed and rang and filled the shed.
If, as the landlady stated, on the authority of the kitchen clock, which had been put right on the day previous to the murder, Fitzgerald had come into the house at five minutes to two, he could not possibly be the man who had alighted from Rankin's cab at two o'clock at Powlett Street. The next witness was Dr.
Lying on her bed that night Charlotte made it out. "Gwinnie you know why McClane won't have John?" "I suppose because Mrs. Rankin's keen on him." "McClane isn't keen on Mrs. Rankin.... Can't you see he's trying to hoof John out of Belgium, because he wants all the glory to himself? We wouldn't do that to one of them, even if we were mean enough not to want them in it." "He wanted Sutton."
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