He held out his
hand to Baldwin. "I'm quick to quarrel and quick to forgive.
It's my hot Irish blood, they tell me. But it's over for me, and
I bear no grudge."
Baldwin had to take the proffered hand; for the baleful eye of
the terrible Boss was upon him. But his sullen face showed how
little the words of the other had moved him.
McGinty clapped them both on the shoulders. "Tut! These girls!
These girls!" he cried. "To think that the same petticoats
should come between two of my boys! It's the devil's own luck!
Well, it's the colleen inside of them that must settle the
question; for it's outside the jurisdiction of a Bodymaster--and
the Lord be praised for that! We have enough on us, without the
women as well. You'll have to be affiliated to Lodge 341,
Brother McMurdo. We have our own ways and methods, different
from Chicago. Saturday night is our meeting, and if you come
then, we'll make you free forever of the Vermissa Valley."
Chapter 3 - Lodge 341, Vermissa
On the day following the evening which had contained so many
exciting events, McMurdo moved his lodgings from old Jacob
Shafter's and took up his quarters at the Widow MacNamara's on
the extreme outskirts of the town.
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