"Tell him that though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they are always going. Retribution will come—"
Her severe voice faltered, and while she was recovering breath the young criminal observed, curiously, "Gentleman George is a pretty close connection of yours."
She saw that he did not know what the connection was, and would not enlighten him.
"I wish you'd let me carry back to him that little shoe mascot."
"Never."
"Most all gamblers have something they hang on to," he said, with a disappointed air. "Gentleman George's shoe is known by all his pals. It used to bring him luck, and when he'd be caught and searched he used to beg to have it back. I carry a rabbit's foot."
Miss Gastonguay was conscious of a feeble passing surprise at his superstition, but she was not able to discuss it, and pointing to his foot asked, "Can you walk on it?"
"No, ma'am, I guess you'll have to provide the means of locomotion."
"Come out to the stable, then."
"First let me return some of your property," and he gallantly extended her handsome gold watch and chain.