Dick shook his head.
"Not a bit of it. He's the sanest man I know."
"Where has he gone? You said he started for Mrs. Braddock's? Great
heavens, Dick, he may do her bodily harm! He may have shot her down in
cold--"
"Easy, easy! He ain't likely to do anything like that until after he's
got Bob Grand."
"Then he will shoot Bob Grand this morning, mark my words. He--"
"He won't shoot anybody. He hasn't any gun. He says he don't need one.
If he gets Grand, it won't be with a weapon of any kind. That's what
he says, and he means it. If Bob Grand dies from a bullet, you can bet
your life it won't come from Tom Braddock. But all this can wait. I
stopped off at Joey's. He sent Ruby down to Mr. Portman's at once, and
he's gone over to keep watch around the hotel where Grand stops. The
thing for you to do is to make tracks for Portman's. I'm going to--"
But David did not wait to hear what Dick intended to do. He was
rushing off to hail a passing hansom.
Dick followed him to the curb. "If you see Brad tell him there's no
hard feelings, Davy. It was a dirty smash, but I deserve it for not
ducking.
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