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Parker, Gilbert, 1860-1932

"No Defense, Volume 3."

Confine me here, will he? If he does, he'll be a
better man than I have ever known him, Michael. In a few hours I shall
be at Salem, to do what he could not, and would not, do if he could. His
love is as deep as water on a roof, no deeper. He'll think first of
himself, and afterwards of the owner of Salem or any other. Let me show
you what I mean to do once we've Salem free from danger. Come and have a
look at my chart."
Some hours later Dyck Calhoun, with his six horsemen, was within a mile
or so of Salem. They had ridden hard in the heat and were tired, but
there was high spirit in the men, for they were behind a trusted leader
--a man who ate little, but who did not disdain a bottle of Madeira or
a glass of brandy, and who made good every step of the way he went--
watchful, alert, careful, determined. They cared little what his past
had been. Jamaica was not a heaven for the good, but it was a haven for
many who had been ill-used elsewhere; where each man, as though he were
really in a new world, was judged by his daily actions and not by any
history of a hidden or an open past.


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