I was an officer in Chicago before ever I came to this darned coal bunker, and I know a Chicago crook when I see one." McMurdo's face fell.

"Don't tell me that you're Marvin of the Chicago Central!" he cried.
"Just the same old Teddy Marvin, at your service.

We haven't forgotten the shooting of Jonas Pinto up there." "I never shot him." "Did you not?
That's good impartial evidence, ain't it?
Well, his death came in uncommon handy for you, or they would have had you for shoving the queer.

Well, we can let that be bygones; for, between you and me--and perhaps I'm going further than my duty in saying it--they could get no clear case against you, and Chicago's open to you to-morrow." "I'm very well where I am." "Well, I've given you the pointer, and you're a sulky dog not to thank me for it." "Well, I suppose you mean well, and I do thank you," said McMurdo in no very gracious manner.
"It's mum with me so long as I see you living on the straight," said the captain.

"But, by the Lord! if you get off after this, it's another story! So good-night to you--and good-night, Councillor." He left the bar-room; but not before he had created a local hero.
McMurdo's deeds in far Chicago had been whispered before.