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"Those G.&M. people were after us in earnest. If they'd had their way, we'd never have got the cribbing." She looked up. "You see, they had told Sloan he's the man that owns the lumber company and the city of Ledyard and pretty much all of the Lower Peninsula that they hadn't any cars; and he'd just swallowed it down and folded up his napkin.
"That's when the procession moves," he added; as Sloan looked at him questioningly. The other nodded. "In an hour," he said to the office boy. "What are you going to do in an hour?" he asked, as the boy went out. "Why, it'll be four o'clock then, and we ought to start for Manistogee as early as we can." "We! Well, I should think not!" said Sloan.
Sloan asked no questions until they had forded the stream and were back on the road. Then he inquired, "What's he going to do?" "Mend the bridge. I told him it had to be done tonight. Said he couldn't. Hadn't any lumber. Couldn't think of it. I told him to pull down the lee side of his house if necessary; said you'd give him the lumber to build an annex on it." "What!" "Oh, it's all right.
"Forrest at last!" exclaimed the host, turning and seizing his hand. "So sorry you were detained, lad; but sit you down, sit you down, and let me ring for some dinner for you. No? Had a bite? All right. Take a chair and some wine. Sloan and I were whacking away at the old bone." "Yes, Allison, and here's a Federal officer who won't agree with you for a moment."
Mr. Sloan of New Jersey instantly moved to amend by providing that the forfeited slaves be entitled to freedom. Mr. Early replied that this would rob the bill of all effect by depriving it of public sanction in the districts whither slaves were likely to be brought. Those communities, he said, would never tolerate the enforcement of a law which would set fresh Africans at large in their midst. Mr.
Of the Whig officers, Captains Falls, Knox, Dobson, Smith, Bowman, Sloan, and Armstrong were killed. Captain William Falls, who commanded one of the cavalry companies, was shot in the breast in the first spirited charge, as previously stated, and riding a short distance in the rear, fell dead from his horse. His body, after the battle was over, was wrapped in a blanket procured from Mrs.
He whistled as he read the first sentence, and swore appreciatively over the next. When he had finished, he buttoned the waterproof apron and rubbed his wet hands over his knees. "It's grand," he said. "I never saw anything like it." Sloan spoke to the mare.
The clamor of the streets, busy as is no other city in the world busy when the season is on, was still in his ears, striking a familiar note in his memory, and the modernity of the elevator, the brass-buttoned boy, and the hotel itself brought back the last time he had seen Mr. Sloan, and the day he had parted from his father in that office on Wall Street.
"My gosh!" he cried. "How did you come to write such a thing?" Mr. Oakes demanded. "Me write that thing? If I only had!" The facts were recalled; the sending of Mr. Sloan and many reporters to Rutland; the need of extra hands at the copy-table that day. "I found this contribution on my desk. It looked safe. In the rush of the morning I sent it up and never gave it another thought."
"How did you get hold of the message from the general manager?" asked Sloan abruptly. "Heard it. I can read Morse signals like print. Used to work for the Grand Trunk." "What doing?" "Boss of a wrecking gang." Bannon paused. Presently he went on. "Yes, there was two years when I slept with my boots on. Didn't know a quiet minute. Never could tell what I was going to get up against.
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