The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical NovelKirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
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The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical Novel
Kirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
"Well, then, meet me here at nine o’clock on the tenth night after the
robbery. At nine o’clock at night, mind you!" the other answered,
decisively, after some moments’ hesitation.
"All right, if you can’t come sooner," Burke answered, as if fixing the
date and hour in his mind; "but how am I to know the time and place to
do the thing?"
"I will let you know as soon as it is determined. It may be necessary
to kill a man, you understand, and I think it would be to your liking if
it turned out that way."
"Where will I get word when the time comes to act? Here?" Burke asked,
paying no attention to what the other said.
"No, at the Craig. You must be there every night at eight o’clock until
you hear from me; I will meet you if I can, or if that is impossible,
leave a line in the hiding-place telling you just what you are to do."
"All right, but hurry, for I am getting tired of the whole thing," Burke
purred.
"I will not delay a moment, you may be sure," the other answered. "And
now, if there is nothing more to say, I must be off, for I have a long
way to ride."
"All right; but before you go have something from Black Hawk’s
cupboard," and with the words Burke came toward the closet where I lay
concealed, but passing the opening, returned presently with what he
sought. "Here is something that will shorten your ride. I always keep
a drop where I am likely to be. It cheers one and makes fine company,"
Burke went on, as if liquor was the one solace of his forlorn life.
"Yes, but too much of it makes men tattle, Burke; don’t forget that,"
the other answered.
"Yes, yes; but did any one ever know me to tattle?" he responded.
"Well, here’s luck to you," the other answered
"Here’s to your health, and hoping you will fix the thing up without
more delay," Burke responded, drinking in his turn.
"Thank you; I’ll not put it off a minute longer than necessary. Now
will you come with me, or do you stay here?"
"No; I will go with you. I have no great fancy for this place. It
might turn out to be a trap like the other," Burke responded.
"Well, let us be off, then."
"Yes," Burke answered, coming toward me, but, as before, without
entering the closet where I lay. Returning presently, the two left the
room without saying more, closing the door after them.
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