Go and wash in the pool of Siloam
and be clean--damn you, Mazarine!"
With that he turned, almost unheeding the hands thrust out to grip his,
the voices murmuring approval. In a moment he had swung his horses
round. He did not go beyond ten yards, however, before someone, running
beside his wagon, whispered up to him: "She's out at Nolan Doyle's ranch.
She went with the Young Doctor and Patsy Kernaghan."
Behind, in the street, a young boy came running through the crowd and
shouting: "I know where they are! I know where they are!" He stopped
before Mazarine. "Gimme half a dollar, and I'll tell you where your
horses are. Gimme half a dollar. Gimme half a dollar, and I'll tell
you."
An instant later, with the half-dollar in his hand, he said: "They're up
to the shed of the Meetin' House."
"Yes, go along up to the Meetin' House, Mr. Mazarine," said one of the
miscreants who had driven the horses there. "They're holding a post-
mortem on you at the prayer meetin'. They say you're dead in trespasses
and sins.
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