But David Andrews interfered. He was a lawyer, and knew the
difference between what he could do and what Guffey's men could do.
"No, no, John," he said, "nothing like that. I guess we've got all
we can get out of this fellow. We'll leave him to his own conscience
and his Jingo God. Come on, Donald." And he took the white-faced
Quaker boy with one hand, and the big labor giant with the other,
and walked them out of the room, and Peter heard them tramping down
the stairs of his lodging house, and he lay on his bed and buried
his face in the pillows, and felt utterly wretched, because once
more he had been made a fool of, and as usual it was a woman that
had done it.
Section 73
Peter could see it all very clearly when he came to figure over the
thing; he could see what a whooping jackass he had been. He might
have known that it was up to him to be careful, at this time of all
times, when he was suspected of having rubbed out Donald Gordon's
pencil marks. They had picked out a girl whom Peter had never seen
before, and she had come and posed as Miriam's friend, and had
proceeded to take Peter by the nose and lead him to the edge of the
precipice and shove him over.
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