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is poor," said Jack Higginson. "Our opinion of them as was raised East is mean to a degree."
Remington nodded.
"So it seems," said the lawyer; "and if I decided to shift my stakes at the request of the innocents of Scurry County I should agree with you. I suppose Mr. Jerome Shaylor has made you his intermediary in this matter?"
"His what?" asked Jack.
"I mean he asked you to come and tell me this?"
"That's what it comes to," said Jack rather uneasily. "We cayn't allow no stranger to cavort about in Scurry County."
"Is that all?" asked Remington.
"That's all," said Jack.
"Then I wish you good-afternoon," said Remington.
"And what am I to tell Jerome?"
"Tell him I shall be in the romantic neighbourhood of Ennis Creek some time the day after to-morrow," said the lawyer. And Jack Higginson opened his mouth, shut it, opened the door, went out and shut that,
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