The Sweep Winner
an ill-humour, and it was not difficult to discover the cause. The bar was in a state of wild confusion. Broken bottles,
he was in a desperate hurry he knew the be
irmish, eh?"
gan it. I never saw such beas
eyes gl
include me?
what may happen. You'll break out some day. Fle
in leash wonderfully well. All the time he was
Ping would have to hust
asn't for a nip of your good stuff
here for. Well, I can't gratif
s; it was his habit. Glen knew t
he best, Bill, I'm run
lau
sort of thing from your fellows without paying somebody out? As you happen t
Bill. I'll pay do
he
h. I can't
hs you mean, and t
wit
ight, but you've got to suffer for the sins
er the counter, his
d it for you'd give it me
His eyes glared. He was thinking of the woman. How should he get the b
's it
. I will before l
ke. You want it
do
stless, and if he got what he wanted and hurried
he reason?" asked
mebody ill
Do you think I'm going to help hi
ious time. Could Bill be trusted to keep it to himself? He had no d
r him after that," and he waved his hand rou
n what it is
as it goes here. Promise me. It's a matter of life and death. You'
nest. He knew Glen Leigh had
so help me I will, but I don't sa
s thoughts went back to his hut, a
irious. She'll die if she doesn't have some st
n pathetic ring in his voice. But a woman! H
s she?"
my h
dn't help it. The thi
dy?" he asked
enched. He was b
es from. All I can say is I found her in there lying on my shakedown, dying
ed here. I may be too late. Ping's none too fast, but he's sure. For heaven's sake, Bill, let me
trung to the highest pitch as he thou
rd, but I don't see as how you cou
ies, her secret goes with her. Help to save
delaide. Supposing she was in such a
u'd outed with it at first the thing w
aight away it would not have been believed at all. Bill also k
ry queer go, but I believe him. He's not given to lying, and in any case I can go and see for myself in a day or two. If he's put
ok them with him. As he went back through his storero
hat there would be no risk of bre
usual they had selected a bottle of alleged whisky, and were helping th
saw the rider on the fence. "You're one
t least my share,"
" said Bill, putti
l on his way back to the hut. Here was more delay. Would she be alive?
e greasy pound-notes a
ave to stand good for this," and
so easily next time," warned Bill, as he stuffed the dirty notes in
picked up the packa
ant here; at least as
days I may be able to do you a good turn
credit that I've faith enough in a man to bel
o beli
come empty-handed, and not to act the spy, but it's s
nted Ping, and Bill h
it myself. Come and see. You'll be welcome
ll about her. It'll be a bit of a change from that filthy
two notes rushed out and yelled, "Expect you've not hea