Yet it made them shrink a
little, too, to see his blind eyes looking out straight before him. It
was uncanny. Their idea was that the eyes were as before, but seeing
nothing-blank to the world.
Presently his hand shot out again. "The same old crowd!" he said. "Just
the same--after the same old thing, wanting what we all want: these two
places, Manitou and Lebanon, to be boosted till they rule the West and
dominate the North. It's good to see you all here again"--he spoke very
slowly--"to see you all here together looking for trouble--looking for
trouble. There you are, Jim Barager; there you are, Bill Riley; there you
are, Mr. William John Thomas McLeary." The last named was the butt of
every tavern and every street corner. "There you are, Berry--old brown
Berry, my barber."
At first the crowd did not quite understand, did not realize that he was
actually pointing to the people whom he named, but presently, as Berry
the barber threw up his hands with a falsetto cry of understanding, there
was a simultaneous, wild rush forward to the platform.
"He sees, boys--he sees!" they shouted.
Ingolby's hand shot up above them with a gesture of command.
"Yes, boys, I see--I see you all. I'm cured. My sight's come back, and
what's more"--he snatched from his pocket a folded sheet of paper and
held it aloft "what's more, I've got my commission to do the old job
again; to boss the railways, to help the two towns.
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