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It won't break the Bank and old Dudgeon can stand it," Gale observed. "But there's murder in the case now. That counts more than money. It means hanging for someone," Davy replied. "Or ought to if the police can catch him," Gale said, as he left the group and went on to Soden's bar, where he found Allnut and Johnson carrying on an animated discussion with the hotelkeeper on the one topic.
Soden's awful face seemed to answer that he surely must "well, then, I hope you won't send me to prison" this to Squire Hawkins, whose face reassured him "but, oh! I don't see how I can!" But one look at Mr. Soden assured him that he could and that he must, and so, with an agony painful to the spectators, he told the story in driblets.
Bud followed, while Soden shot his lightnings after them, declaring that "young men who ran away from the truth would dwell in torments forever." Bud had not counted amiss when he thought that Mr. Soden's preaching would be likely to arouse so mean-spirited a fellow as Walter. So vivid was the impression that Johnson begged Bud to return to the office with him.
Soden whose manner of preaching had so aroused Bud's combativeness, and whose saddle-stirrups Bud had helped to amputate. For reasons of his own, Bud thought best to subject young Johnson to the heat of Mr. Soden's furnace. Peter Cartwright boasts that, on a certain occasion, he "shook his brimstone wallet" over the people. Mr. Soden could never preach without his brimstone wallet.
He drove up to Soden's hotel in the old rackety buggy at a crawl, for his horse had gone dead lame on the way.
Someone has been in my place and cleared every pennypiece out of it and hullo!" he exclaimed as he looked at the state of Soden's bar, one of the show places of the town under ordinary conditions. "You seem to have had them too, and there's a mob outside, all with the same story." There was no gainsaying what had happened.
Only one priest, Kaizan of Myoshin-ji, had sufficient courage to oppose Soden's view, and the cause of the Tokugawa chief triumphed. Without a full knowledge of the Chinese ideographic script it is impossible to clearly understand either the charges preferred by the Tokugawa or the arguments employed in rebuttal.
With hands which shook so that he could scarcely hold it, he took the bottle of rum, bearing Soden's label, from the ground beside the clothes, and hastened to the mouth of the cave. In the cold moonlight the figure lay to all appearances dead. Durham tore open the front of the shirt and pushed in his hand to feel if the heart still beat. With the moaning cry of a heart-broken man he reeled back.
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