Summary

Roy Norton The Benevolent Liar — Chapter 11 (1917)

All were too familiar with mining to believe that but twenty feet of seepage water had kept the Mexicans from delving deeper had there been ore of even fairly paying worth in sight.
“Well,” said Tom, “I'm going to the bottom of that shaft, just the same. And I don't think we should say anything to Josh about it yet.”
“Good for you, Tom!” agreed Barnes. “All we could tell him now would merely disappoint him. Shall we clear the mouth of the shaft?”
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Roy Norton The Benevolent Liar — Chapter 11 (1917)

He but tasted it, and caught her hand lest she escape. “Sit here by me in that chair,” he said, in a much stronger voice; and, humoring him, she obeyed.
“Little girl,” he said, staring at the poles of the roof above his head lest a direct gaze impel her to flight, “you'll never have a better friend than me. I've nothin' to ask from you. Anything or everything I've got to give, I give to you. And I want to be your friend—your real friend.
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