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Good-by."
The hand she gave him trembled, and her face was averted now.
"You will try to love me a little, won't you?"
"Yes," she whispered.


CHAPTER II
A VISITOR AT THE MINE

Ralph Brandt was admirably fitted for the task he had undertaken.
With fearlessness he united imperturbable coolness and unwearied
patience in pursuit of an object. Few knew him in his character of
detective, and no one would have singled him out as an expert in
his calling. The more difficult and dangerous the work, the more
careless and indifferent his manner, giving the impression to
superficial observers of being the very last person to be
intrusted with responsible duty. But his chief and others on the
force well knew that beneath Brandt's careless demeanor was
concealed the relentless pertinacity of a bloodhound on track of
its victim. With the trait of dogged pursuit all resemblance to
the bloodthirsty animal ceased, and even the worst of criminals
found him kind-hearted and good-natured AFTER they were within his
power. Failure was an idea not to be entertained.


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