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I had not forgotten him, of course, nor his influential position in this state; but I never thought of meeting him there. It was a sickening shock to me. I denied his protestations of acquaintanceship, but it passed off poorly with all of them who were present, except William Bentley, generous gentleman that he is." "He is so," testified Slavens.
You walked right into his hand that night." "I seemed to," admitted Slavens with bitter recollection. "Shanklin knew about copper in these rocks over here " "So it's copper?" said Slavens, unable to restrain his words. "Copper; that's what it is," nodded Ten-Gallon. "But it ain't on this claim, and I'll show that in a minute, too.
And he was Number One. And he had lost! Out in the office of the lodging-place a lamp burned smokily at the elbow of an old man who read a paper by its light. "This should be the twenty-eighth, according to my reckoning," said Slavens, appearing before him and speaking without prelude. The old man looked up, unfriendly, severe. "You're purty good at figures," said he.
Although he had remained in Meander two days after that event, nobody had approached him in regard to the land which so many had seemed anxious to get before it came into his ownership. Boyle he had not seen since the evening Dr. Slavens and Agnes met him in the gorge riding in such anxious haste.
With each feeble intake of breath blood bubbled from the blue mark, which looked like a little bruise, on his chest. "Well, see if you can make a fire, then, and hurry about it! Get some water on to boil as fast as you can!" Slavens directed the nerveless chief of police. Ten-Gallon set about his employment with alacrity while Slavens went over to Shanklin, turning his face up to the sky.
Slavens hasn't come back?" Mrs. Mann whispered, coming over softly to Agnes' side. Agnes shook her head, turning her face a moment from the coals. "I heard you get up," said Mrs. Mann, "and I hurried to join you. I know just how you feel!" With that the romantic little lady put an arm around Agnes' neck and gave her a hurried kiss, for Horace was in the door.
"Did I get him?" whispered Jerry, turning his head a little and looking eagerly into his father's face. The Governor placed his hand over his son's mouth, silencing the young man with a little hissing sound, like a mother quieting her babe. Agnes turned away, the disgust which she felt for this savage spirit of the man undisguised in her face. Dr Slavens cautioned the Governor again.
From place to place they threaded their way through the throng, which ran in back-currents and cross-currents, leaving behind it upon the bars and gaming-tables an alluvium of gold. Dr. Slavens was not at any of the tables; he was not reeling against any of the bars; nor was he to be seen anywhere in the sea of faces, mottled with shadows under the smoky lights.
Slavens went back to his camp, concluding on the way that it would be wise to have a complete understanding with Governor Boyle in regard to taking further charge of his son's case. If, after three days allowed for infection to manifest itself, the wound remained healthy and clean, there would be little need of a doctor in constant attendance.
Strong and Horace were asleep in their bunks, for they were to take the early stage for Meander in the morning. Walker and William Bentley and Sergeant Schaefer were out. The little spark of hope had begun to glow under Slavens' breath. Perhaps Walker and sheep were the solution of his life's muddle.
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