The Valley of Fear eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 221 pages of information about The Valley of Fear.

The Valley of Fear eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 221 pages of information about The Valley of Fear.

“You wouldn’t squeal on a fellow?” said he.

“I’ll wipe my hand across your face if you say such words to me!” cried McGinty hotly.

“You are right, Councillor,” said McMurdo meekly.  “I should apologize.  I spoke without thought.  Well, I know that I am safe in your hands.  Look at that clipping.”

McGinty glanced his eyes over the account of the shooting of one Jonas Pinto, in the Lake Saloon, Market Street, Chicago, in the New Year week of 1874.

“Your work?” he asked, as he handed back the paper.

McMurdo nodded.

“Why did you shoot him?”

“I was helping Uncle Sam to make dollars.  Maybe mine were not as good gold as his, but they looked as well and were cheaper to make.  This man Pinto helped me to shove the queer—­”

“To do what?”

“Well, it means to pass the dollars out into circulation.  Then he said he would split.  Maybe he did split.  I didn’t wait to see.  I just killed him and lighted out for the coal country.”

“Why the coal country?”

“’Cause I’d read in the papers that they weren’t too particular in those parts.”

McGinty laughed.  “You were first a coiner and then a murderer, and you came to these parts because you thought you’d be welcome.”

“That’s about the size of it,” McMurdo answered.

“Well, I guess you’ll go far.  Say, can you make those dollars yet?”

McMurdo took half a dozen from his pocket.  “Those never passed the Philadelphia mint,” said he.

“You don’t say!” McGinty held them to the light in his enormous hand, which was hairy as a gorilla’s.  “I can see no difference.  Gar! you’ll be a mighty useful brother, I’m thinking!  We can do with a bad man or two among us, Friend McMurdo:  for there are times when we have to take our own part.  We’d soon be against the wall if we didn’t shove back at those that were pushing us.”

“Well, I guess I’ll do my share of shoving with the rest of the boys.”

“You seem to have a good nerve.  You didn’t squirm when I shoved this gun at you.”

“It was not me that was in danger.”

“Who then?”

“It was you, Councillor.”  McMurdo drew a cocked pistol from the side pocket of his peajacket.  “I was covering you all the time.  I guess my shot would have been as quick as yours.”

“By Gar!” McGinty flushed an angry red and then burst into a roar of laughter.  “Say, we’ve had no such holy terror come to hand this many a year.  I reckon the lodge will learn to be proud of you....  Well, what the hell do you want?  And can’t I speak alone with a gentleman for five minutes but you must butt in on us?”

The bartender stood abashed.  “I’m sorry, Councillor, but it’s Ted Baldwin.  He says he must see you this very minute.”

The message was unnecessary; for the set, cruel face of the man himself was looking over the servant’s shoulder.  He pushed the bartender out and closed the door on him.

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