The Top of the World eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 446 pages of information about The Top of the World.

The Top of the World eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 446 pages of information about The Top of the World.

Back through the raging wind they went, as though pursued by furies.  They reached and entered the hotel just as the Kaffir porter was closing for the night.  He stared with bulging eyes at Burke and his companion, but Burke walked straight through, looking neither to right nor left.

Only at the foot of the stairs, he paused an instant, glancing back.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Donovan,” he said.  “Thanks for all you’ve done.”

To which Kelly replied, fingering a bump on his forehead with a rueful grin, “All’s well that ends well, my son, and sure it’s a pleasure to serve you.  I flatter myself, moreover, that you wouldn’t have done the trick on your own.  Hoffstein will stand more from me than from any other living man.”

The hint of a smile touched Burke’s set lips.  “Show me the man that wouldn’t!” he said; and turning, marched his unresisting prisoner up the stairs.

CHAPTER V

THE GOOD CAUSE

“Why can’t you leave me alone?  What do you want with me?”

Half-sullenly, half-aggressively, Guy Ranger flung the questions, standing with lowering brow before his captor.  His head was down and his eyes raised with a peculiar, brutish expression.  He had the appearance of a wild animal momentarily cowed, but preparing for furious battle.  The smouldering of his look was terrible.

Burke Ranger met it with steely self-restraint.  “I’ll tell you presently,” he said.

“You’ll tell me now!” Fiercely the younger man made rejoinder.  His power of resistance was growing, swiftly swallowing all sense of expediency.  “If I choose to wallow in the mire, what the devil is it to you?  You didn’t send that accursed fool Kelly round for your own pleasure, I’ll take my oath.  What is it you want me for?  Tell me straight!”

His voice rose on the words.  His hands were clenched; yet still he wore that half-frightened look as of an animal that will spring when goaded, not before.  His hair hung black and unkempt about his burning eyes.  His face was drawn and deadly pale.

Burke stood like a rock, confronting him.  He blocked the way to the door.  “I’ll tell you all you want to know in the morning,” he said.  “You have a wash now and turn in!”

The wild eyes took a fleeting glance round the room, returning instantly, as if fascinated, to Burke’s face.

“Why the devil should I?  I’ve got a—­sty of my own to go to.”

“Yes, I know,” said Burke.  Yet, he stood his ground, grimly emotionless.

“Then let me go to it!” Guy Ranger straightened himself, breathing heavily.  “Get out!” he said.  “Or—­by heaven—­I’ll throw you!”

“You can’t,” said Burke.  “So don’t be a fool!  You know—­none better—­that that sort of thing doesn’t answer with me.”

“But what do you want?” The reiterated question had a desperate ring as if, despite its urgency, the speaker dreaded the reply.  “You’ve never bothered to dig me out before.  What’s the notion?  I’m nothing to you.  You loathe the sight of me.”

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