Charge it to the Molly McGuires."
In the mean time David Jenison, attired in a street gown belonging to
Madam Bolivar, the strong lady, was on his way to the hotel,
accompanied by Mrs. Braddock, Christine and others of the sex he
represented for the time being.
An hour later he stole away from the hotel, in his own clothes, and
boarded a rumbling tableau wagon at the edge of the town, considerably
shaken by his narrow escape, but full of gratitude to the resourceful
pickpocket.
In the railroad yards Dick Cronk hunted out his brother Ernie, and,
standing over him in a manner so threatening that the astonished
hunchback shrank down in fear, he bluntly accused him of informing on
David Jenison.
"I know you did it, Ernie," he said, when the other began to whimper
his denials. "You've done a lot of sneakin' things, but this is the
sneakin'est. If you ever peach on anybody again, I'll--well, I won't
say just what I'll do. It'll be good and plenty, you can be I on
that."
"What'll you do?" sneered Ernie, but cravenly.
"Something I didn't do the first time," announced Dick with deadly
levelness.
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