'--'I guess you should,' said
I. He had filled the form with stuff that might have been
Chinese, for all we could make of it. 'He fires a sheet of this
off every day,' said the clerk. 'Yes,' said I; 'it's special
news for his paper, and he's scared that the others should tap
it.' That was what the operator thought and what I thought at
the time; but I think differently now."
"By Gar! I believe you are right," said McGinty. "But what do
you allow that we should do about it?"
"Why not go right down now and fix him?" someone suggested.
"Ay, the sooner the better."
"I'd start this next minute if I knew where we could find him,"
said McMurdo. "He's in Hobson's Patch; but I don't know the
house. I've got a plan, though, if you'll only take my advice."
"Well, what is it?"
"I'll go to the Patch to-morrow morning. I'll find him through
the operator. He can locate him, I guess. Well, then I'll tell
him that I'm a Freeman myself. I'll offer him all the secrets of
the lodge for a price. You bet he'll tumble to it. I'll tell
him the papers are at my house, and that it's as much as my life
would be worth to let him come while folk were about.
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