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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"Arms and the Woman"

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So we made a run for the inn. In the twilight haze we could see two
horsemen coming along the highway at a brisk gallop.
"By the Lord Harry!" Hillars cried excitedly; "the very men I have been
dodging all day. Hurry! Can you put me somewhere for the time being?
The garret; anywhere."
"Come on; there's a place in the garret where they'll never find you."
I got him upstairs unseen. If no one but I knew him to be at the inn,
so much the better.
"O, say! This'll smother me," said Dan, as I pushed him into the
little room.
"They'll put you in a smaller place," I said. "Hang it all Jack; I'd
rather have it out with them."
"They have their pistols and sabres."
"That's so. In that case, discretion is the better part of valor, and
they wouldn't appreciate any coup on my side. Come back and let me out
as soon as they go."
I descended into the barroom and found the two officers interrogating
the innkeeper. They were the same fellows who had visited the inn
earlier in the day. Gretchen was at her place behind the bar. She was
paler than usual.
"Ah," said the innkeeper, turning to me, "am I not right in saying that
you are the only guest at the inn, and that no American has been here?"
I did not understand his motive, for he knew that I was an American.


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