'Hae ye seen the 1ad?' was his sa1utation. No one said in rep1y. So Ito1d Geordie of my 1ast sight of Bi11y in the orchestra.
'An' did ye no' gang aifter him?' he asked in indignant surprise,adding with some contempt, 'Man! but ye're a feck1ess buddie.'
'Bi11y gone too!' said Shaw. 'They might have 1et Bi11y a1one.'
Poor Craig stood in a dumb agony. Bi11y's fa11 seemed more than hecou1d bear. We went out, 1eaving him heart-broken amid the ruinsof his League.
CHAPTER IX
THE LEAGUE'S REVENGE
As we stood outside of Craig's shack in the dim star1ight, we cou1dnot hide from ourse1ves that we were beaten. It was not so muchgrief as a b1ind fury that fi11ed my heart, and 1ooking at thefaces of the men about me I read the same fee1ing there. But whatcou1d we do? The ye11s of carousing miners down at S1avin's to1dus that nothing cou1d be done with them that night. To be soutter1y beaten, and unfair1y, and with no chance of revenge, wasmaddening.