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The buggy lurched, the horses leaped forward; Oliver Swinnerton's surprised torrent of curses was lost in the rattle of wheels, his red face obscured in the swirling dust. "I wonder what he was driving at?" muttered Conniston as he watched the horses race down the road. Jimmie Kent, reining his horse aside as Swinnerton swept by him, smiled and called, pleasantly: "Good-by, Oliver.
"Who wants to go to work for Swinnerton now?" he cried. "You know whose work this is; you know who is trying to block every move we make. You know as well as I do that it was Swinnerton, or one of the men working for Swinnerton, the same man who got Bat Truxton drunk, who has given you your whisky and taken away your chasers! And you know as well as I do how many miles it is to water."
"Good news, eh, Greek?" "The best, Tommy. If we don't put this thing across now we ought to be kicked from one end of the desert to the other. By the way, I had a visit from Swinnerton this afternoon." He told of what had passed, and ended, thoughtfully: "What do you suppose was his object, Tommy? Just wanted to get a peek at what we have done?" Garton laughed softly. "You poor old innocent.
Swinnerton, who, at those not infrequent times when he indulged a certain unhappy predilection for strong waters, had been accustomed to inveigh in terms of the most cynical contempt and coarsest ridicule against the practice by which he lived, and, as he affirmed, inflicted death on his fellow-men.
"I don't think he has any right to go off and stay like this." "Now, Maggie, you are worrying and it's very foolish," put in practical Amy Swinnerton. "You know perfectly well he'll be back by nightfall." Nobody felt quite in the humor to do anything. The day was exceedingly hot and the sun on its downward course in the heavens was like a red ball.
And I believe that when I tell the P. C. & W. what I know they will complete what you have done and inform Mr. Oliver Swinnerton that they can have no further dealings whatever with a criminal of his type." Conniston shook hands with him warmly. "Thank you. But you are going to have no points to strain.
We'll wait!" The Adam's-apple rose and fell in the throat of Haw-Haw. "We'll wait," he nodded, and he burst into the harsh, unhuman laughter which had given him his name. This is the letter which Swinnerton Loughburne received over the signature of Doctor Randall Byrne.
The stern assurance of Conniston's tone seemed to surprise Swinnerton. "Come, come," he said, rather sharply. "What's the use of this shenanigan? Can't I see through clear window-glass? Am I a fool? Oh, I didn't guess, I didn't know that such a man as you were alive; I didn't so much as know your name until yesterday. But know a man named Hapgood?" And his eyes twinkled again. "Yes," bluntly.
Swinnerton, who practised physic in the earlier days of New England, when a head of Æsculapius or Hippocrates would have vexed the souls of the righteous as savoring of heathendom. The ancient dispenser of drugs had therefore set up an image of the Brazen Serpent, and followed his business for many years, with great credit, under this Scriptural device; and Dr.
"I don't know what you are gurgling about," Conniston said, shortly. "But if you will follow Mr. Kent and get off and stay off this land I shall be much obliged to you." Mr. Swinnerton wiped the tears from his eyes and gasped from the depths of his mirth: "You'll do, Conniston! He, he! Oh, you'll certainly do!" "I don't know what you're talking about," snapped Conniston.
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