I suppose that was his way of making love. He's daffy
over her, all right. I stopped to watch him. Of course, he didn't
know me. Just then Lockwood left. The Spaniard dived into the drug
store on the corner as though the devil was after him. You should
have seen his eyes. If looks were bullets, I wouldn't give much
for Lockwood's life. With two such fellows about, you wouldn't
catch me making goo-goo eyes at that chicken--not on your life."
Kennedy passed over the flippant manner in view of the importance
of the observation.
"What do you think of Lockwood?" he asked.
"Pretty slick," replied another of the men. "He's the goods, all
right."
"Why, what has he done?" asked Kennedy.
"Nothing in particular. But he came out to see us once. You can't
blame him for being a bit sore at us fellows hanging about. But he
didn't show it. Instead he almost begged us to be careful of how
we asked questions of the girl. Of course, all of us could see how
completely broken up she is. We haven't bothered her. In fact,
we'd do anything we could for her. But Lockwood talks straight
from the shoulder. You can see he's used to handling all kinds of
situations."
"But did he say anything, has he done anything?" persisted
Kennedy.
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