Part 69 (2/2)
”Yes,” he whispered hoa.r.s.ely, ”yes--I'll never forget how she looked--pale, so pale an' still, an' th' water--runnin' out of her brown curls--I--I'll never forget--”
”Well,” growled M'Ginnis, ”watch out Hermy don't end th' same way.”
”No!” cried Spike. ”Oh, my G.o.d--no!”
”What's she meetin' this millionaire in a wood for--on the sly?”
”She don't! Hermy ain't like that.”
”I tell ye she does!” cried M'Ginnis, ”an' him kissin' an' squeezin' her an'--n.o.body by--”
”It's a lie, Bud--she--she wouldn't!”
”S'posin' I could show ye? S'pose you see him there--waitin' for her--”
”If--if he means any harm t' Hermy, I--I'll kill him!”
”Aw--you wouldn't have the nerve, Kid!”
”I'd shoot him dead--by G.o.d, I would!”
”You ain't man enough, Kid.”
”You g-give me a gun an' see. I'd shoot any one t' save my sister from--th' river. Oh, my G.o.d--I--I'd die for her, an' she don't love me no more!” And leaning his head upon his arms, Spike burst into a pa.s.sion of tears. M'Ginnis watched him awhile, then, filling the boy's gla.s.s, clapped him on the shoulder and held it to his lips.
”Neck this, Kid,” said he, ”neck it all--so, that's good, ain't it?
To-morrow evenin' I'll take ye where they meet; maybe you'll ketch him waitin' for her--but instead of Hermy an' kisses there'll be you an' me, hey? Will ye come?”
”S-sure I will if--you'll gimme--your gun.”
”Pshaw, Kid--what's a kid like you want with a gun?”
”T'shoot him--”
”Eh? What? D'ye mean--?”
”If he's after my sister, I'll--kill him! I will, by G.o.d, I will!”
”'S right,” nodded Soapy, staring into the boy's drawn face, ”'s right, Bud; if ever I see a killer--th' Kid's sure it!”
Slowly the glare died out of Spike's eyes, his body drooped, and sighing, he pillowed his heavy head upon the table and fell into a drunken slumber. For a while the two men sat there hearkening to his stertorous breathing, then Soapy laughed soft and mirthlessly. ”You sure got th' Kid all worked up an' mad enough t'--kill, eh, Bud? If he does get up against this guy Geoff--this guy Geoff's sure goin' t' cash in--sudden. Consequently, I guess you'll be wantin' paper an'
pencil--both here!”
”What th' h.e.l.l--” began M'Ginnis.
”Telegram, Bud. You're goin' t' frame up a nice little telegram t' this guy Geoff--oh, you sure are th' fly gazebo! A nice little message--'meet me t'morrow in the wood at sunset--Hermy?' Somethin' nice 'n' romantic like that'll bring him on th' run--eh, Bud? Then, 'stead of Hermy, comes you an' th' Kid, eh, Bud? An' 'stead of kisses, this guy Geoff gets a lead pill--eh, Bud? Th' Kid can't miss if you get him close enough. It sure is some scheme, Bud; I couldn't have thought it out better myself.
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