The Dugdale Millions — page 88: what you’re looking at

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78 THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. elder man who, mounting the table which separated them, in an instant encircled the throat of the younger man with his long white fingers, and pushed him into his chair, dragging himself across the table. ‘*None of that,’’ he said, in a low voice trembling with intensity. The young man’s tongue protruded and his face grew purple as the elder one held him. Moore sprang to the door to prevent any one enter- ing, the moment the disturbance began. Ransom released the other, but stood over him watching him intently. | Well,” he said, ““is it a “lifer’ or with me?” ‘I’m with you, of course. I’m in your power.”’ ““Oh! You know that, do you? What did you mean by going down for your gun?’’ ‘‘Come, come,’’ said Moore genially. ‘‘We’re not going to get ahead with quarrels. Bob’s all right. He only lost his temper. We’re all in the same boat. Let's get down to business. You want me to go to Newark. Good! I'll go right away. Do we meet here to-night?”’ | ‘Yes,’’ replied Ransom, as he returned to his side of the table, still standing, and eying the younger man narrowly. ‘‘Bob, you be here at that hour, and no nonsense, ”’ He lounged out of the side door and crossed the street to the corner, where he stood forsometime. A man crossed from the opposite corner with whom he exchanged a word or two and lounged up the avenue. Moore left the saloon by the front entrance. A mo- ment or two after the younger man passed out of the same door and went down the avenue. The man who had exchanged words with Ransom was but a short distance behind him. Comicboclk