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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Gordon Craig Soldier of Fortune"

Henley dropped it into his pocket.
"That will be all," he said; "you can go."
"You mean I am off duty, sir?"
"Certainly; you understand English, don't you? There will be no more
guard work tonight."
As the door closed again behind Peters the fellow rose to his feet, and
held out his hand. "You are the kind I like, Craig," he said
cordially. "At first I had my doubts about you, and no doubt have been
harsh. To be perfectly honest I thought you would be all right under
ordinary circumstances, but was afraid the girl had a sentimental hold
on you which would make you difficult to handle. Lord, she thought so
too. Did you see her face when you first sided in with me? She wilted
completely. Well, that will make the rest easy. Sit down again, and I
will explain what I want you for."
I accepted the chair indicated, but was not yet altogether ready to
hear his proposition.
"Just a moment," I said firmly. "I may be the man you want, and all
that, but I have got to be convinced first that I am not making another
mistake. I came down here originally believing myself an agent of
justice, only to discover I had been duped. This time I insist on the
truth. I may be a soldier of fortune, but I prefer choosing the side
on which I fight.


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