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Updated: June 10, 2025
With a reluctant grace, while still pinned down to the ground, Dan Jaggers surrendered his half of the stolen money. "Now, ye can git up, and go do what's laid out to be done," announced Josh Owen, peeling a five-dollar bill from the roll and handing it to his nephew. "First, get the horse headed right, then go on into town and get the liquor. But don't ye stop to drink in Dunhaven, Danny.
He wanders out aimlessly. While Barney McFadden, the barkeeper, surveys Colonel Joseph swallowing his extra cocktail, he admires himself in the mirror. He dusts off his diamond pin with a silk handkerchief. "Jaggers! Oh, yes; know him well. In back room playing pedro. Want him?" Woods bows. The laconic Ganymede drags Jaggers away from his ten-cent game.
Jaggers's client until some four years later, and when he could have no reason for claiming his identity. But, I could not be sure of this unconsciousness on Mr. Jaggers's part before, though I was quite sure of it now. "So! You know the young lady's father, Pip?" said Mr. Jaggers. "Yes," I replied, "and his name is Provis from New South Wales." Even Mr. Jaggers started when I said those words.
Pocket did not object to this arrangement, but urged that before any step could possibly be taken in it, it must be submitted to my guardian. I felt that this delicacy arose out of the consideration that the plan would save Herbert some expense, so I went off to Little Britain and imparted my wish to Mr. Jaggers.
Dan Jaggers again turned his attention to his overcome uncle, kneeling beside the ex-foreman and watching his face closely. And then a strange thing happened, or so it would have seemed, had Dan Jaggers possessed eyes in the back of his head. For Jack Benson likewise his chum had striven many times through the night to free their wrists of the cords that bound them.
If Chukkers was little more than an animal-riding animal, and Jaggers an artistic fraud, Ikey was a rascal of a highly differentiated and engaging type. A man of admirable tenacity he had clung for twenty-five years to the ideal which Chukkers's discovery of Mocassin two years since had brought within his grasp.
While the opposing forces were so occupied there came down a path out of the woods, behind the tree against which Jaggers was backed, a third boy. About sixteen years old he appeared to be. He wore patched overalls, a frayed flannel shirt and a much-used straw hat of the field variety. His hair, once brown, had many streaks of reddish tint in it, from long exposure to the sun.
She came by at that swift pattering walk of hers like a girl going marketing as her lovers said amid the comments of her admirers. "She's all right, sure!" "Don't she nip along?" "He looks grim, Chukkers do." "Yes; he's for it this time." "They've injected her American style." "Never!" "They have, my son. Trust Jaggers. Can't leave it to Nature. Must always go one better."
Two men being dispatched to convey Dan Jaggers to the lock-up, Jack and Hal hurried away for some sort of a meal. Eph Somers, being inside the yard, and no one paying him any heed, that young man concluded that he might as well remain where he could see the most.
Electric light was turned on inside the hull by the time that Jack and Hal appeared at the manhole opening. Owen looked upward, from the floor of the boat, to scowl at them, but, as Mr. Pollard was right behind them, the foreman said nothing at that moment. Last of all came Dan Jaggers. As he caught sight of the two newcomers he shot at them a look full of hate.
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