His words rambled to their goal with the effect of happy accident.
"There are places in this neighborhood in which a human being would be as hard to find as the flag that you and Governor Hamilton have so diligently and unsuccessfully been in quest of for the past month or two.

Really, my son, this is a mysterious little town." Farnsworth's eyes widened and a flush rose in his swarthy cheeks.
"Damn the flag!" he exclaimed.

"Let it lie hidden forever; what do I care?
I tell you, Father Beret, that Alice Roussillon is in extreme danger.

Governor Hamilton means to put some terrible punishment on her.
He has a devil's vindictiveness.

He showed it to me clearly awhile ago." "You showed something of the same sort to me, once upon a time, my son." "Yes, I did, Father Beret, and I got a load of slugs in my shoulder for it from that brave girl's pistol.