Bob brushed his devil back and went to work.

But he kept looking at Barclay's neck and imagining his fingers closing upon it.

When the twilight was falling, Barclay brought the portmanteau containing the notes into the back room and turning to the "C's" pulled out a note for nine thousand dollars signed by Gabriel Carnine, who was then county treasurer.
Barclay put it on the table before Hendricks and looked steadily at him a minute before saying, "Bob--see that note ?" And when the young man answered, the other returned: "We had to do that, and several other things, this spring to tide us over.

I didn't bother you with it--but we just had to do it--or close up, and go to pieces with the wheat scheme." Hendricks picked up the note, and after examining it a moment, asked quickly, "John, is that Gabe's signature ?" "No--I couldn't get Gabe to sign it--and we had to have it to make his account balance." "And you forged his note,--and are carrying it ?" cried Hendricks, rising.
"Oh, sit down, Bob--we did it here amongst hands.

It wasn't exactly my affair, the way it got squared around." Hendricks took the note to the window.