If I had half his luck I'd be the highest
priced man in the syndicate."
"I don't know that I particularly envy him his luck in the incident
that happened here just before he left," said Gerald, lighting a fresh
cigarette.
"It was nothing to his discredit," said Decker hotly. "He happened to
be a witness when that fool Dillingham got into a shooting scrape, and
he left town because he did not want to testify against the man his
niece was going to marry. He didn't consider the consequences, he
never does. It was a toss up when I met him in 'Frisco whether he
would come home, or go on."
"Didn't he know he was indicted?" asked Gerald.
"Certainly not. Neither of us knew it until I got home and found
people talking about 'Poor Donald Morley,' and acting as if he were a
refugee from justice. Two or three letters came from Mrs. Sequin, but
she was so busy urging Don to stay away that she hadn't time to write
anything else. We did get one old home paper, somewhere in Java, with
an account of the trial. That was the first intimation Don had that
Dillingham was throwing off on him. Even then he could scarcely
believe it; there's nothing in him to understand a man like Lee
Dillingham.
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