Excerpt from Blood Money W H A T I disliked about the man was that he moved so silently. I had no idea Linke was near me. I was drowsing before the gun-room fire, the eat on one knee and the spaniel snoring at my feet. It was the only home-like room in that great house. And there was already a resolve forming in my head to quit. Clear out of this tame country and voyage West again, take another grip at fortune with both hands. They're big hands and they ought to be able to hold tight; especially if one isn't too particular about the way they get there. My eyes were closed; I smelt the dust of a trail, heard the creak of harness, felt between my knees the heaving flanks of a horse, saw the plain stretching up the foot-hills and the Great Range beyond and then a word dispelled the vision and I heard Linke's respectful, oily voice at my elbow. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.