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"
’
He
’
s
my
brother
,
and
you
shall
not
ruin
him
,
’
said
I
.
’
I
believe
a
spell
of
prison
is
the
very
best
way
of
keeping
you
apart
,
and
you
shall
have
it
,
or
it
will
be
no
fault
of
mine
.
’
"
’
Oh
,
you
would
squeal
,
would
you
?
’
he
cried
,
and
in
an
instant
he
whipped
out
his
revolver
.
I
sprang
for
his
hand
,
but
saw
that
I
was
too
late
,
and
jumped
aside
.
At
the
same
instant
he
fired
,
and
the
bullet
which
would
have
struck
me
passed
through
the
heart
of
my
unfortunate
brother
.
"
He
dropped
without
a
groan
upon
the
floor
of
the
compartment
,
and
MacCoy
and
I
,
equally
horrified
,
knelt
at
each
side
of
him
,
trying
to
bring
back
some
signs
of
life
.
MacCoy
still
held
the
loaded
revolver
in
his
hand
,
but
his
anger
against
me
and
my
resentment
towards
him
had
both
for
the
moment
been
swallowed
up
in
this
sudden
tragedy
.
It
was
he
who
first
realized
the
situation
.
The
train
was
for
some
reason
going
very
slowly
at
the
moment
,
and
he
saw
his
opportunity
for
escape
.
In
an
instant
he
had
the
door
open
,
but
I
was
as
quick
as
he
,
and
jumping
upon
him
the
two
of
us
fell
off
the
footboard
and
rolled
in
each
other
’
s
arms
down
a
steep
embankment
.
At
the
bottom
I
struck
my
head
against
a
stone
,
and
I
remembered
nothing
more
.
When
I
came
to
myself
I
was
lying
among
some
low
bushes
,
not
far
from
the
railroad
track
,
and
somebody
was
bathing
my
head
with
a
wet
handkerchief
.
It
was
Sparrow
MacCoy
.
"
’
I
guess
I
couldn
’
t
leave
you
,
’
said
he
.
’
I
didn
’
t
want
to
have
the
blood
of
two
of
you
on
my
hands
in
one
day
.
You
loved
your
brother
,
I
’
ve
no
doubt
;
but
you
didn
’
t
love
him
a
cent
more
than
I
loved
him
,
though
you
’
ll
say
that
I
took
a
queer
way
to
show
it
.
Anyhow
,
it
seems
a
mighty
empty
world
now
that
he
is
gone
,
and
I
don
’
t
care
a
continental
whether
you
give
me
over
to
the
hangman
or
not
.
’
"
He
had
turned
his
ankle
in
the
fall
,
and
there
we
sat
,
he
with
his
useless
foot
,
and
I
with
my
throbbing
head
,
and
we
talked
and
talked
until
gradually
my
bitterness
began
to
soften
and
to
turn
into
something
like
sympathy
.
What
was
the
use
of
revenging
his
death
upon
a
man
who
was
as
much
stricken
by
that
death
as
I
was
?
And
then
,
as
my
wits
gradually
returned
,
I
began
to
realize
also
that
I
could
do
nothing
against
MacCoy
which
would
not
recoil
upon
my
mother
and
myself
.
How
could
we
convict
him
without
a
full
account
of
my
brother
’
s
career
being
made
public
—
the
very
thing
which
of
all
others
we
wished
to
avoid
?
It
was
really
as
much
our
interest
as
his
to
cover
the
matter
up
,
and
from
being
an
avenger
of
crime
I
found
myself
changed
to
a
conspirator
against
Justice
.
The
place
in
which
we
found
ourselves
was
one
of
those
pheasant
preserves
which
are
so
common
in
the
Old
Country
,
and
as
we
groped
our
way
through
it
I
found
myself
consulting
the
slayer
of
my
brother
as
to
how
far
it
would
be
possible
to
hush
it
up
.
"
I
soon
realized
from
what
he
said
that
unless
there
were
some
papers
of
which
we
knew
nothing
in
my
brother
’
s
pockets
,
there
was
really
no
possible
means
by
which
the
police
could
identify
him
or
learn
how
he
had
got
there
.
His
ticket
was
in
MacCoy
’
s
pocket
,
and
so
was
the
ticket
for
some
baggage
which
they
had
left
at
the
depot
.
Like
most
Americans
,
he
had
found
it
cheaper
and
easier
to
buy
an
outfit
in
London
than
to
bring
one
from
New
York
,
so
that
all
his
linen
and
clothes
were
new
and
unmarked
.
The
bag
,
containing
the
dust
-
cloak
,
which
I
had
thrown
out
of
the
window
,
may
have
fallen
among
some
bramble
patch
where
it
is
still
concealed
,
or
may
have
been
carried
off
by
some
tramp
,
or
may
have
come
into
the
possession
of
the
police
,
who
kept
the
incident
to
themselves
.
Anyhow
,
I
have
seen
nothing
about
it
in
the
London
papers
.
As
to
the
watches
,
they
were
a
selection
from
those
which
had
been
intrusted
to
him
for
business
purposes
.
It
may
have
been
for
the
same
business
purposes
that
he
was
taking
them
to
Manchester
,
but
—
well
,
it
’
s
too
late
to
enter
into
that
.
"
I
don
’
t
blame
the
police
for
being
at
fault
.
I
don
’
t
see
how
it
could
have
been
otherwise
.
There
was
just
one
little
clue
that
they
might
have
followed
up
,
but
it
was
a
small
one
.
I
mean
that
small
,
circular
mirror
which
was
found
in
my
brother
’
s
pocket
.
It
isn
’
t
a
very
common
thing
for
a
young
man
to
carry
about
with
him
,
is
it
?
But
a
gambler
might
have
told
you
what
such
a
mirror
may
mean
to
a
card
-
sharper
.
If
you
sit
back
a
little
from
the
table
,
and
lay
the
mirror
,
face
upwards
,
upon
your
lap
,
you
can
see
,
as
you
deal
,
every
card
that
you
give
to
your
adversary
.
It
is
not
hard
to
say
whether
you
see
a
man
or
raise
him
when
you
know
his
cards
as
well
as
your
own
.
It
was
as
much
a
part
of
a
sharper
’
s
outfit
as
the
elastic
clip
upon
Sparrow
MacCoy
’
s
arm
Taking
that
,
in
connection
with
the
recent
frauds
at
the
hotels
,
the
police
might
have
got
hold
of
one
end
of
the
string
.
