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He realized how absorbed was the lumber-king, who had given him more confidence than he had given to anyone else in the world. As near as he could come to anyone, he had come to John Grier. There had been differences between them, but he, Tarboe, fought for his own idea, and, in nine cases out of ten, had conquered. John Grier had even treated Tarboe's solutions as though they were his own.
"If we chase them and call upon them to surrender and after all, we can prove that we had nothing contraband what a splendid game it'll be!" Mischief flicked in her eyes. "Good!" said Tarboe. "To-morrow I shall be a rich man, and then they'll not dare to come again." So saying, he gave the sail to the wind, and away the Ninety-Nine went after the one ewe lamb of the Government. Mr.
He found nothing in this to lessen her in his eyes, for he knew that women have no civic virtues. He drank to their better acquaintance with few compunctions; a matter not scandalous, for there is nothing like a witty woman to turn a man's head, and there was not so much at stake after all. Tarboe had gone on for many a year till his trade seemed like the romance of law rather than its breach.
We've got the same ideas." "Almost," intervened Tarboe. "Not quite, but almost." "Well, this is what I've got to say. You've got youth, courage, and good sense, and business ability, and what more does a man want in life, I ask you that?" Tarboe nodded, but made no reply. "Well, I don't feel as strong as I used to do.
"He says" pointing to John Grier "that you're making the enemy squirm." Tarboe nodded, and a half-stealthy smile crept across his face. "I don't think we've lost anything coming our way," he replied. "We've had good luck " "And our eyes were open," intervened John Grier. "You push the brush and use the chisel, don't you?" asked Tarboe in spite of himself with slight scorn in his tone.
I used to make the stories up, and they liked that also. When I added some swear words they liked them all the better. I learned how to do it." "Yes, I've heard of you, but not as Tarboe." "You heard of me as Renton, eh?" "Yes, as Renton. I wonder I never came across you till to-day." "I kept out of your way; that was the reason. When you came north, I got farther into the backwoods."
"Trust that crew but no!" cried Tarboe, with an oath. "The Government would hold the rhino for possible owners, and then give it to a convent or something. They shan't put foot here. They've said war, and they'll get it. They're signalling us to stop, and they're bearing down. There goes a shot!" The girl had been watching the Government boat coolly.
Through clouds of rank tobacco smoke, and in the wash of their bean soup, the habitants discussed the fate of "Black Tarboe," and officers of the garrison and idle ladies gossiped at the Citadel and at Murray Bay of the freebooting gentlemen, whose Ninety-Nine had furnished forth many a table in the great walled city.
It was ghastly pale, but his eyes ware aflame. His arms stretched out with grim realism as he told of the death of Almeric Tarboe. "You've got the whole truth, m'sieu'. I've told it you at last. I've never been sorry for killing him never never never. Now, what are you going to do about it you his brother you that come here making love too?"
"Bring her up to the wind," shouted Tarboe to Bissonnette. The mainsail closed up several points, the Ninety-Nine slackened her pace and edged in closer to the land. "Now, my girl," said Tarboe, "this is how it stands. If we fight, there's someone sure to be hurt, and if I'm hurt, where'll you be?" Bissonnette interposed. "We've got nothing contraband. The gold is ours."
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