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Updated: June 22, 2025
It was not, fortunately, far from Sanderson's Hotel to the City Hall; west on Chestnut Street they reached their destination at the following corner. The loungers from the trees before the State House had gathered, with an increasing mob aware of the hearing within, at the entrance to the municipal offices.
Okar's law was not law at all; it was a convenience under which his three enemies could assail the property rights of others. Outwardly, Sanderson was a smiling optimist. To Mary Bransford he confided that all was going well. Neither had broached the subject of Sanderson's impersonation since the night of Dale's visit.
Then, after the doc patches him up if he can an' I still think he needs killing I'll do it." So he brought Dale's horse near. The animal had had a long rest, and had regained his strength. Sanderson bent to Dale and lifted his shoulders, so that he might get an arm under him, to carry him to his horse. But at the first movement Dale groaned and opened his eyes, looking directly into Sanderson's.
Sanderson remembered what Owen had told him concerning his appetite for strong liquor, he remembered, too, that Owen was in possession of a secret which, if divulged, would deliver Mary Bransford into the hands of her enemies. Sanderson's blood rioted with rage and disgust. He crossed the barroom and stood behind Owen. The latter did not see him.
I write this in my cabin, alone Colliver having had another assigned to him by Mr. Sanderson's express wish.
Exerting all his giant strength he forced one arm down between their close-locked bodies, and clasped his other hand on Sanderson's face, pushing two fingers into his eyeballs. No man can endure this torture. Sanderson loosed his hold. David had caught him by the right wrist and the left knee, stooping until his own shoulders were under the other's thigh.
Sanderson saw one steer, evidently with some conception of the calamity penetrating its consciousness, standing near him on the trail, moving its head from side to side and snorting as it looked at its unfortunate fellows. The animal seemed to be unaware of Sanderson's presence until Streak moved uneasily. Then the steer turned to Sanderson, its red eyes ablaze.
G.P. Sanderson tried it, and when his strychnine operations promptly developed three bloated and disgusting tiger carcasses, even his native followers revolted at the principle. That was the alpha and omega of Sanderson's poisoning activities.
David's greater bulk loomed unnaturally large in the uncertain light, while every trained muscle of Sanderson's athletic body was on the alert. It was the world old struggle between patrician and proletarian. Sanderson was an all-round athlete and a boxer of no mean order. This was not his first battle.
Dundee asked, and was instantly sorry he had reminded his former chief of the collapse of his cherished and satisfying theory. "Plenty," Strawn answered gruffly. "How many will you need?" "Enough to keep every person on Mr. Sanderson's invitation list under strictest observation until the pot boils over," Dundee replied. "When do you want them to get on the job?"
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