The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1912-07-06
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bring savagely at the poor oevll across
the bottle-strewn table, do yer know
who ann,
jerks endeavored to answer, from
the convulsive movement Of his throat,
but made no sound. Fagin cursed
again.
IT It wasn't such waste Of good
aiquor I'd pour some Of this down your
gullet," he exclaimed, shaking a half.
dlled bottle in his fist Then maybe
you could answer when spoke to you.
Now. see here. you canting old hypo-
critic. I'm Red FagiA an guess you
know what that means. I'm pisen, an
don't like your style. Now you're
lgotn' to do just what tell you, or the
boys will have hangin' bee down in
the ravine. Speak up. an tell me what
you propose to do"
jerks wet his dry lips with his
tongue, clinging to the sides Of the
door with both hands.
"What-what is 1t you wish of met"
his uncertain gaze wandering over the
three faces, but coming back to Fagin.
"You are to marry this officer here
to young lady"
"What-what young ladyf"
"Mortimers daughter-Claire is the
name. isn't it, Grant? Yes, Claire;
you know her, reckon"
l could hear the unfortunate man
breathe in the silence, but Fagin's
eyes threatened.
"Is-is she here?" he faltered help.
aessly. docs she desire the-the cere.
mony"
"That doesn't happen to be any Of
your business" broke in Fagin bluntly.
This is my affair, an the fewer ques.
lions you ask the better. II we want
some fun. what the hell have you got
to do With 1t, you suivelling spoil.
sport! haven't asked either Of them
about 1t. just decided it was time
they got married. Stand up, man, and
let go that door," he drew a derringer
from his belt and flung it onto the
table. There's my authority-that,
an fifty hell-hounds outside wonder
ing why 1-don't loot the house, an be
done. Do you want to be turned over
TO them? If you don't then speak up.
Will you tie them, or not7"
jerks eyes wandered toward Jones,
who stared blankly back at him, vel.
low fangs showing beneath his beard.
'Why-of course-yes," he faltered
weakly. "I-suppose I must"
Don't seem much chance to get
out, does there, parson? Well, I reckon
IT won't hurt your conscience particu.
aarly. Bill! Where's Bill?"
"You sent him to guard the front
door," explained Jones.
That's right, I did. You'll do Just
as well. Go up stairs, an bring the
girl down. She's with the old man,
an Culberson is guarding the door.
Better not say what she's wanted for,
Just tell her Captain Grant wishes to
speak to her moment"
Jones Strengthened up. and pushed
past the preacher, the stairs creaking
under his weight as he went up over
my head. Grant arose. and stood
booking out the window into the glow
of the sunshine, and jerks dropped
into the nearest chair, still staring
across the table at Fagin. For the
flrst time seemed to entirely grasp
the situation. I got to my feet, yet
dare not move 80 much as a step, for
Fagin was facing the hallway. It ap.
parently would be better to wait until
after the girl came down stairs, until
those in the house were all together,
before we struck. l wanted to know
what she would say, how she would
act, when she understood what was
proposed. Tho time allowed me for
decision was short, as it seemed
scarcely a minute before heard their
Eootstsps above.