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Rawley entered the door of the but on the hill without ceremony. There was no need for courtesy, and the work he had come to do could be easier done without it. Old Busby was crouched over a table, his mouth lapping milk from a full bowl on the table. He scarcely raised his head when Rawley entered through the open door he had seen his visitor coming. He sipped on, his straggling beard dripping.
Some woman's instinct drove straight to the centre of a disconcerting possibility, and in consternation she told her husband; and Jansen husbands had a freemasonry of gossip. An hour, and all Jansen knew, or thought they knew; and the "saved" rejoiced; and the rest of the population, represented by Nicolle Terasse at one end and Flood Rawley at the other, flew to arms.
Loose me from the mast, and let the storm and wave wash me out into the sea of your forgetfulness now or never!... But keep me, keep me, if your love is great enough, if I bring you any light or joy; for I am yours to my uttermost note of life." "He knew he knew!" Rawley said, catching her wrists in his hands and drawing her to him.
But you've had a lot of luck that you haven't swung high, too." He paused and flicked away the ash from his cheroot, while the figure before him swayed animal-like from side to side, muttering. "You've got brains, a great lot of brains of a kind however you came by them," Rawley continued; "and you've kept a lot of people in the West from passing in their cheques before their time.
There was silence for a time. "What do you want?" he growled at last. "Finish your swill, and then we can talk," said Rawley, carelessly. He took a chair near the door, lighted a cheroot and smoked, watching the old man, as he tipped the great bowl toward his face, as though it were some wild animal feeding.
Hamil smiled, recognising in the name the most outrageously expensive of New York florists who had made a fortune in cut flowers. "Have a drink?" persisted Mr. Rawley. "No? Too early for you? Well, let's get a couple of niggers and wheel-chairs."
He must take his chances; and it was the only chance in which he had hope now, unless he appealed for humanity's sake, for the girl's sake, and told the real truth. It might avail. Well, that would be the last resort. "For small stakes?" said the grimy quack, in a gloating voice. Rawley nodded, and then added: "We stop at eleven o'clock, unless I've lost or won all before that."
I was about moving from the spot, when the thought occurred to me to send the company to camp under command of Oakes, and take Clayley along with me. "Clayley, by the way," said I, calling the lieutenant back, "I don't see why you may not carry your compliments in person. Oakes can take the men back. I shall borrow half a dozen dragoons from Rawley." "With all my heart!" replied Clayley.
Meanwhile, Jansen made pilgrimage to the Springs of Healing, and at unexpected times Ingles suddenly appeared in the town, and stood at street corners; and in his "Patmian voice," as Flood Rawley the lawyer called it, warned the people to flee their sins, and, purifying their hearts, learn to cure all ills of mind and body, the weaknesses of the sinful flesh and the "ancient evil" in their souls, by faith that saves.
It was lined with them. He passed a pile over to Rawley two thousand dollars. He placed a similar pile before himself. As Rawley laid his hand on the bills, the thought rushed through his mind, "You have it keep it!" but he put it away from him. With a gentleman he might have done it, with this man before him, it was impossible.
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