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The Indian closed the door and came close to him. In one hand he held several drills and hammers, in the other a length of fuse and two sticks of dynamite. Torrance's eyes protruded. He looked from the Indian's tell-tale hands to his stolid face. "They drew them away and and tried to blow up the trestle?" Self-contempt for the evening's noisy pride swept over Torrance.
"I guess I knew I was going to love you, Pete." He wrapped his arms about her and buried his face in her neck; and she could feel him trembling. Presently she spoke again softly: "And there's the Sergeant." "God help me!" he groaned. "I think that's what's holdin' me." From the moment of his leap through Torrance's window the half breed's mind had been disquieted.
What we want to do is get rid of Torrance." "That isn't all you want to do," said Krovac. "There is something else." Bince realized that he was compromised as hopelessly already as he could be if the man had even more information. "Yes," he said, "there is something beside Torrance's interference in the shop.
It had been conceded that the judge's charge would be brief and perfunctory, and there was even hope that the jury might return a verdict before the close of the afternoon session, but when Bince and his bride entered the court-room they found Torrance's attorney making a motion for the admission of new evidence on the strength of the recent discovery of witnesses, the evidence of whom he claimed would materially alter the aspect of the case.
It seemed that Trilium, the cow, had recently refused to give her milk. Mary Torrance was about eighteen; she suddenly gave it as her opinion that Trilium was bewitched; there was no other explanation, she said, no other possible explanation of Trilium's extraordinary conduct. A flush mounted Miss Torrance's face; she frowned at her sister when the student was not looking.
At the moment five hundred mouths were working as if their lives depended on it, five hundred pairs of eyes were looking for the next plate to devour. First to appear in answer to the summons was Adrian Conrad, the one to whom it was directed. He took in the situation at a glance, even without Torrance's pointing arm, and made straightway for the cook-houses.
Half a thousand bohunks were existing there now, five hundred of the wildest foreigners even Torrance had handled. But they were his gang. And Mile 130 was his camp. That thought had impelled him once to punch the head of a leering engineer who rashly ventured to call it "Torrance's pig-sty" in Torrance's hearing.
No save bridge that way. Others blow up. Job never done." Torrance's admiration showed in his grin. "That's thinking, Big Chief. Of course the Police don't give a cuss about the trestle, if they can get some one to hang." His face sobered.
There was little to connect Torrance's inexplicable Indian friend with the Indian bohunk who had dived that first day over the cliff to almost certain death, but Mahon had been living among inferences and deductions and a certain question was arising in his mind. Still it pointed nowhere.
Shall I have her call on you?" "If you will, please," replied Compton As Jimmy left the office Compton rang for Bince, and when the latter came, told him of his plan to employ a firm of accountants to renovate their entire system of bookkeeping. "Is that one of Torrance's suggestions?" asked Bince. "Yes, the idea is his," replied Compton, "and I think it is a good one."
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