It is the Valley of Fear, the
Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from
the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for
yourself."
"Well, I'll let you know what I think when I have seen more,"
said McMurdo carelessly. "What is very clear is that you are not
the man for the place, and that the sooner you sell out--if you
only get a dime a dollar for what the business is worth--the
better it will be for you. What you have said is safe with me;
but, by Gar! if I thought you were an informer--"
"No, no!" cried Morris piteously.
"Well, let it rest at that. I'll bear what you have said in
mind, and maybe some day I'll come back to it. I expect you
meant kindly by speaking to me like this. Now I'll be getting
home."
"One word before you go," said Morris. "We may have been seen
together. They may want to know what we have spoken about."
"Ah! that's well thought of."
"I offer you a clerkship in my store."
"And I refuse it. That's our business. Well, so long, Brother
Morris, and may you find things go better with you in the
future."
That same afternoon, as McMurdo sat smoking, lost in thought
beside the stove of his sitting-room, the door swung open and its
framework was filled with the huge figure of Boss McGinty.
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