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"Get him clear of the bumpers," said Bart, "carry him to the express office, call for a surgeon, and don't let him be taken away from there till I show up." "What's moving, Stirling?" inquired McCarthy. "Something very important. Wacker seems to be punished enough already, and I do not know that I want him placed under arrest, but he knows something he must tell me before he gets out of my reach."
A glance stirred him up to prompt and decisive action. Three men were now in view. They were running at their top bent of speed up the road he had taken. "Lem Wacker and the Tollivers, sure!" murmured Bart. "They know the wagon is up here somewhere, and they will be here in less than half an hour."
Lem Wacker had said that before, and as he backed away Bart dismissed him with a shrug of his shoulders. There were too many practical things occupying his time to waste any on fancies. Bart had put in a very busy week, and a very satisfactory one. He had started in with a system, and had never allowed it to lag. In fact, he improved it daily.
I fancy Martin & Company will accept that verification as final. Don't you think so, Mr. Wacker?" Lem Wacker snatched the paper Bart returned to him with a positive growl. "I'll catch you Smart-Alecks yet!" he muttered surlily. "What are you so anxious to catch us for?" inquired Bart coolly. "Never you mind I'll get you!"
The blue sky, smiling down on the busy scene, was no more serene than the prospect which the future seemed to offer for the successful young express agent. With his last reckless crime Lem Wacker had ceased to be a disturbing element at Pleasantville. After two months' confinement he had limped out of the hospital, out of town, and out of Bart Stirling's life.
He seemed to put a dramatic climax to a varied entertainment, and appeared unconscious of everything except the package Bart held in his hand. His eyes were fixed upon this steadfastly they seemed to burn right into it. Lem Wacker had also arisen to his feet. Bart noticed him intently studying Baker, sidling up to him and sinking to the bench directly next to him.
Sterling went home to snatch a bite of something to eat, and lazy Lem Wacker came strolling into the place, pipe in full blast, Bart had not hesitated to exercise his brief authority. A spark among that tinder pile would mean sure and swift destruction. Besides, light-fingered Lem Wacker was not to be trusted where things lay around loose. So Bart had squelched him promptly and properly.
"Only one that I know anything of," responded McCarthy. "There can't be many, or the old switchman wouldn't have to lend me his key." "Lem Wacker subbed for him once, didn't he?" inquired Bart pointedly. "Yes, for a day or two say! you don't think " began the watchman, with a start of suspicion. "I'm not thinking anything positive," interrupted Bart "I am only seeking information.
"Who's the responsible party here?" demanded Lem, making a great ado over consulting a book he carried. "I am." "All right, then I represent Martin & Company, pickle factory." "Oh, you've found a job, have you," spoke Bart, forced to smile at the bombastic business air assumed by his visitor. "I represent Martin & Company," came from Wacker, in a solemn, dignified way. "Inspector.
Bart remembered this, and felt that he might appeal to Green to some purpose. "Mr. Wacker is not at home," he explained, "and I wish to find him. I understand he was here last night." "He was," assented Green. "Came here about ten, and hasn't left the house since." "Why!" ejaculated Bart and paused abruptly. "He is here now?" "Asleep upstairs."
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