Chapter 46

Lanier’s short laugh was bitter; he took no further precaution to keep Senix within range of vision, but jerked his chair forward and rested both arms on the table. It is true that his arms were _folded_,—and either hand within a fraction of a second to its hidden pistol. “No,” he said contemptuously, “I’m not worrying about myself. I did what I could! I chased her; I got your paper for you, Barney. What my girl pulled hasn’t hurt you: you’ve bought Tiger Island; you’re dredging already; your diver is working all d…