O Billy!
Why didn't you do this long ago? Months ago in New York I
wanted you to take me; but you left me to another man
whom I didn't love. I thought you had ceased to care, Billy,
and since we have been together here--since that night in the
room back of the office--you have made me feel that I was
nothing to you. Take me, Billy! Take me anywhere in the
world that you go. I love you and I'll slave for you--anything
just to be with you."
"Barbara!" cried Billy Byrne, and then his voice was
smothered by the pressure of warm, red lips against his own.
A half hour later Billy stepped out into the street to make
his way to the railroad station that he might procure
transportation for three to Galveston. Anthony Harding was going
with them. He had listened to Barbara's pleas, and had finally
volunteered to back Billy Byrne's flight from the jurisdiction
of the law, or at least to a place where, under a new name, he
could start life over again and live it as the son-in-law of old
Anthony Harding should live.
Among the crowd viewing the havoc wrought by the raiders
the previous night was a large man with a red face. It
happened that he turned suddenly about as Billy Byrne was
on the point of passing behind him.
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