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Had it to do with young Beaudry? From his reflections the cattleman came to an alert attention. Miss Rutherford was giving Meldrum instructions to arrange her bed in the back room. The convict hesitated. "I can't leave him here alone with you," he remonstrated surlily. "Why can't you?" demanded Beulah incisively. "He's tied to the bedpost and I have my gun. I can shoot as straight as you can.
"I've heard about the fight when Sheriff Beaudry was killed. Jess Tighe had his spine injured in it. But I never knew that dad . . . You're sure of it?" she flung at him. "Yes. He led the attackers. I suppose he thought of it as a feud. My father had killed one of his people in a gun fight." She, too, looked into the fire. It was a long time before she spoke, and then in a small, lifeless voice.
"If you find I don't suit you, will you let me know?" "Sure. But there is no chance of that." Dave shook hands with him joyously. "It's a deal, boy." "It's a deal," agreed Beaudry. Roy is Invited to Take a Drink Dingwell gave a fishing-party next day. His invited guests were Sheriff Sweeney, Royal Beaudry, Pat Ryan, and Superintendent Elder, of the Western Express Company.
Beaudry resented the frank, insolent observations of Dickens on the manners of Americans. In the first place, the types were not true to life. In the second place The young man heard footsteps coming around the corner of the house. He glanced up carelessly and his heart seemed to stop beating. He was looking into the barrel of a revolver pointed straight at him.
The young woman turned to Beaudry. "Give me your revolver belt." He hesitated. "What are you going to do?" Plainly she would have liked to rebuff him, but just now he had the whip hand. Her sullen answer came slowly. "I'm going to tell my brother that father needs him. When he has gone, I'll see what I can do." "And what am I to do while you are inside?" "Whatever you like."
"Looks like," agreed Beaudry with a curt nod and rode on. Fox disappeared around a corner, hurried forward for half a block, and turned in at the Silver Dollar Saloon. A broad-shouldered, hawk-nosed man of thirty was talking to three of his friends. Toward this group Fox hurried. In a low voice he spoke six words that condemned John Beaudry to death. "Beaudry just now rode into town."
The three of them might sign a statement to the effect that one of them had killed the fellow in open battle. The doubt as to which one would stimulate general interest. No doubt the gossips would settle on Beaudry as the one who had done it. This would still further enhance his reputation as a good man with whom not to pick trouble.
But Beulah was as keen for the start as Beaudry. She did not want the men escaping from the park to meet with her people. To avoid this, rapid travel was necessary. As soon as Roy was patched up they started. Personally Escorted Before they reached the mouth of the cañon, Dave was supporting the slack body of his friend.
His eyes bored as steadily as gimlets into the craven heart of the outlaw. Meldrum, in a panic, warned him back. His nerve was gone. For two days he had been drinking hard, but the liquor had given out at midnight. He needed a bracer badly. This was no time for him to go through with a finish fight against such a man as Beaudry.
"Seventeen years I've been hog-tied to this house because of Beaudry. Think I'm going to miss my chance now? If he was Moody and Sankey rolled into one, I'd go through with it. And what is he a spy come up here to gather evidence against you and me! Didn't he creep into your house so as to sell you out when he got the goods? Hasn't he lied from start to finish?" "Maybe so.
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