Bob Younger's Fate — page 147: what you’re looking at

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. . + ' - ‘ 4 a7 ea) SI SANE Sal re Det WAS r iT hy Aiea > Y's , ——— aot om <a ; ; se > A, oe “> 138 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. “Quick, Cole!” said a voice; “let us get her into the next room.”’ At that moment a thundering knock burst upon the startled hearing of the conspirators. CHAPTER XXIII. IN MANY DISGUISES. _ Passengers were waiting to take the midnight train for Chicago. Not many persons usually care about losing’ half the night’s sleep to catch such a train, even when about to take a long journey, yet on this particular occasion quite alarge number of people were stand-. ing about in the Minneapolis depot, either waiting - for the train or for expected visitors. Down the platform sat an old man bundled up to the neck in spite of the comparatively’ warm weather, and crouching over a wheezy old hand organ, out of which he from time to time ground such melodies as made-the blood run cold One gentleman who had deep-seated prejudices against hand organs in general and this rheumatic one in a particular, approached, and said he would willingly give fifty cents if the operator would cease turning the crank for fifteen minutes. “And, begorra,’’ said the grinder, pocketing the money without a- word of thanks, ‘‘who’ll tell me whin me time is up?” | “Tl come back in a quarter of an hour,”’’ said the other, with a sly look at the few who stood around. Faith, I’ll look for ye whin T see you, me frind.?’’ “And you will not play again until you see me?” ~Troth, Pll not trust ye, sor; it’s a long second that lays betwane your fourteen minutes, nointy- noin seconds, and your fifteen minutes. Now what are ye laughin’ at, ye spalpeens?”? glaring at the crowd which had suddenly increased and were snickering at his wonderful arithmetical knowledge. é¢ ow many seconds in a minute anyhow, Pat?” asked a voice. “A hoonderd, av coorse, bad louck to yez. How cS) "comicboo