"
"I wonder," Jimmy mused. "Sometimes, when I'm thinking over this
affair--but let us confine ourselves to the Professor. He's in some
danger, if you think _that_ worth the journey. They shoot pretty
quick in the States, and they don't value human life a bit as we
value it in England: or so I've always heard. If it's true--and it
would be rather interesting to run across and find this out for
oneself--one of these days Farrell will be pushed outside _his_
touch-line--outside the British conventions in which he lives and
moves and has his poor being--and a second later the Professor will
get six pellets of lead pumped into him."
"Oh, as for that," said I, "Jack must look after himself, as he's
well able to. When a man takes to head-hunting, it's no job for his
friends to save him risks."
"Glad you look at it so," said Jimmy. "Then, so far as the
Professor's concerned, it's from himself we're not protecting him,
just now?"
"Or from the self which is not himself," I suggested.
"That's better," Jimmy agreed, and again fell a-musing. "Sometimes I
think we might get closer to it yet".
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