It was Geordie Crawford.
'Hae ye seen the lad?' was his salutation. No one replied. So I told
Geordie of my last sight of Billy in the orchestra.
'An' did ye no' gang aifter him?' he asked in indignant surprise, adding
with some contempt, 'Man! but ye're a feckless buddie.'
'Billy gone too!' said Shaw. 'They might have let Billy alone.'
Poor Craig stood in a dumb agony. Billy's fall seemed more than he
could bear. We went out, leaving him heart-broken amid the ruins of his
League.
CHAPTER IX
THE LEAGUE'S REVENGE
As we stood outside of Craig's shack in the dim starlight, we could not
hide from ourselves that we were beaten. It was not so much grief as
a blind fury that filled my heart, and looking at the faces of the men
about me I read the same feeling there. But what could we do? The yells
of carousing miners down at Slavin's told us that nothing could be done
with them that night. To be so utterly beaten, and unfairly, and with no
chance of revenge, was maddening.
'I'd like to get back at 'em,' said Abe, carefully repressing himself.
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