Beth Norvell - A Romance of the West by Randall Parrish
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seeking his own in bewilderment.
"What is it?" "Are you aware that both Albrecht and Lane have skipped out?" "Why, no," her cheeks suddenly paling, her fingers clasping the edge of the door. "Do you mean they have deserted us here to--to take care of ourselves?" He nodded. "Yes, that's about it. What I came to ask was, does that fellow owe you any money?" For an instant she hesitated, as if in lingering distrust of his exact purpose, her lips parted, her face still plainly picturing the shock of discovery. "What difference can that possibly make now? Why do you require to know?" "Because I half believe you have been left penniless. Albrecht has not even spoken about any pay to me since I joined the company; and when I learned he had deliberately left us stalled here, my first thought was of your unpleasant situation if my suspicions proved true." "If they were, what is there you can do?" "The hotel clerk says it is possible to reach the Junction on horseback before any trains leave there on the main line. I propose to make him disgorge, but I must know first exactly how things stand. Have you any |
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