Nobody who cared. But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. It isn’t illusions—for us. As we turned the corner of the street, I noticed that the electric light was burning in this room. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. Emerging from this aperture, he was about to descend, when he was alarmed by hearing the tramp of horses' feet swiftly approaching, and had only time to hide himself behind one of the largest signboards before alluded to when two horsemen rode up.
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