Down the street we went in silence, and on to
Craig's shack, where we found old man Nelson, with the fire blazing, and
strong coffee steaming on the stove. It was he that had told Craig, on
his arrival from the Landing, of Nixon's fall.
There was nothing of reproach, but only gentlest pity, in tone and touch
as Craig placed the half-drunk, dazed man in his easy-chair, took off
his boots, brought him his own slippers, and gave him coffee. Then, as
his stupor began to overcome him, Craig put him in his own bed, and came
forth with a face written over with grief.
'Don't mind, old chap,' said Graeme kindly.
But Craig looked at him without a word, and, throwing himself into a
chair, put his face in his hands. As we sat there in silence the door
was suddenly pushed open and in walked Abe Baker with the words, 'Where
is Nixon?' and we told him where he was. We were still talking when
again a tap came to the door, and Shaw came in looking much disturbed.
'Did you hear about Nixon?' he asked. We told him what we knew.
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