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"It's a smart man as can put his finger on Dicky Nahl," said Mother Borton spitefully. "Nahl is his name?" "Yes. And I've seen him hobnob with Henry Wilton, and I've seen him thick as thieves with Tom Terrill, and which he's thickest with the devil himself couldn't tell. I call him Slippery Dicky." "Why did he bring me here to-night?"
Nahl does not know him." "None of my men seems to know him," I interrupted; "that is, if one may judge by the way they were all taken in on the boy you sent to Livermore." "I think none of them ever saw his face, though some of them were with Henry Wilton when he first took the boy, and afterward." "The enemy seem to know him," said I, remembering the scene at Livermore. "Terrill knows him.
"That's easy," said Broderick, with a diabolical wink of his one eye. "I'll have him change places with me." "Good! How many men are here?" "You don't need to know that. There's enough to bury you." "Have Meeker and Terrill gone?" "Tom? He's in the next room here, and can count it a mercy of the saints if he gits out in a week. Meeker's gone with the old man.
I thought they were fishermen, all right enough, and I never thought that Terrill had the nerve to come in there. I was fooled by his disguise, and he gave the word, and I thought sure that Richmond had sent him." Dicky had dropped all banter, and was speaking with the tone of sincerity. "Well, it's all right now, but I don't want any more slips of that sort. Who was hurt?"
"Well, there was a gang across the street to- night across from my place, I mean and that sneaking Tom Terrill and Darby Meeker, and I reckon all the rest of 'em, was there. And they was runnin' back and forth to my place, and a-drinkin' a good deal, and the more they drinks the louder they talks.
I turned with an exclamation to Wainwright and was leaping to cover him from a possible bullet, when there was a roar of rage and the voice of Terrill rang through the hall: "Tricked again!" he cried with a dreadful oath. "It's the wrong boy!" The wrong boy!
The desertion of these headquarters swelled my fears. Though Terrill, disabled by wounds, was groaning with pain and rage at Livermore, and the night's arrests at Borton's had reduced the numbers of the band, Darby Meeker was still on the active list. And Doddridge Knapp? He was free now to follow his desperate plot to its end without risking his schemes of fortune.
I knowed it was his day to call at your house. See?" "Yes, yes; I understand," Ralph replied in a shaky voice. "It's mighty good of you all to take so much trouble." "Tush! 'Taint no trouble, lad! Why, anybody wouldn't refuse to do sech a small favor for your ma. Even Bill Terrill -he dropped in at your place to-day -even that cuss offered to go out and find you \ when he heard the news from her."
"I can land nearer to the cabin than Jackson and I did, and then we can see what these fellows are up to. It looks suspicious to me. That is, unless they're some of the Secret Service men, and have made a capture," he added to Mr. Terrill. "Those aren't any of Uncle Sam's men," declared the agent. "That is, unless the bound one is. I can't see him very well.
I slept twenty-four hours in peace, and no dream of Doddridge Knapp's brother or of the snake-eyes of Tom Terrill disturbed my repose. "I've heard about you," said Luella, when on the next evening I made my bow to her. "But I want to hear all about it from yourself. Tell me, please." "Where shall I begin?" I asked, looking into the most charming of faces, which shone before me.
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