" "All right, then. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy overboard than of lighting his pipe. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. But this made the chase all the more exciting. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. ’ ‘Oh, don’t I? What do you have under all those petticoats, a holster?’ ‘But yes, and they are empty.
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