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"Just a little at a time what you can stomach," Wagg urged. He passed on. But Vaniman did not obey; he was unable to comprehend what this sort of fodder signified; he broke the cube into bits, thinking that a saw might be hidden. It was only soap common soap. He put the bits away in the portfolio he was allow to have in his cell.
Then he seized the frothing assailant and forced him back toward the tavern. "Mr. Britt, remember what you are the president of our bank a prominent man " Vaniman gasped, protesting. "When you're yourself you'll thank me!" But there was no sign of gratitude in Britt's countenance just then.
"So you think the pardon plan can be worked in my case, do you?" "Pardon your eyes!" scoffed Wagg. "That isn't the idea at all!" He fed the soap to the prisoner for many nights, but he did not give any information. However, Wagg had the air of a man who knew well what he was about, and Vaniman was desperate enough to continue the horrible diet, having found that Mr.
"You have seen the parade, some of it?" "I saw a great deal of it, sir." "And you don't know where it's headed for?" "No." The colonel leaned back and regarded the Squire with the satisfied contentment of a cat who had tucked away the last morsel of the canary. Then he winked at Vaniman. "Young man, did you ever hear of Wincott's Pure Rye?" "No, sir." "Glad of it!
But seeing how anxious you were to get out and up here, it's likely that you have a pretty good idea as to who did take the money. If you need any help in squaring yourself, I'll call your attention to the fact that here are a couple of gents who have a little spare time on their hands." Vaniman was then in no mood to balance the rights and the wrongs of the case.
Britt hurried the rest of his movements; Files's kitchen conveniences were archaic, and the guest who was not on time got cold viands. The lover who had begun to stir Miss Harnden's thoughts into rather unpleasant roiliness of doubts came hustling into the bank, hat and coat on. The girl and young Vaniman were spreading their respective lunches on the center table inside the grille.
His troubles and his trials had not wholly dulled youth's sense of the ludicrous in Vaniman. He sat down that evening to the meal that had been prepared by Guard Wagg, late of the state prison, for three fugitive convicts, also late of that institution. The chimney of the kerosene lamp was smoky and the light was dim, therefore Vaniman's grin was hidden from his companions.
In a prison you've got to step light and go the other way around to get to a thing. I'm favored here, and I'm supposed to be nursing rheumatism." He leaned forward to knock out his pipe dottle and found an opportunity to give Vaniman a wink. "I arranged to come off the wall knowing all about your case. I could ask to come out here, having found that night work didn't help me! Sunshine is good.
"We don't call for a special split for that trusty. It's a personal debt incurred by Bill and me. We ask nobody to pay our personal debts. All we ask is that debts due us be paid. And we're drawing a sight draft on you gents. Bill and I are probably only a few jumps ahead of the dicks. Where's the coin?" He brutally thrust the question at Vaniman.
"I've been talking with your president and he says everything good about your faithfulness, and about how you have been doing guard duty in the bank of late. Perhaps you're a sleepwalker, Vaniman," he added, with heavy humor. "I feel like one now," retorted the cashier. "I was awake all last night." "Ah! Doing what?" asked the examiner, politely, but without interest.
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