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'They're coming, said Harry in a low voice. Christina neither stirred nor spoke, and Monk at the head of four horsemen swept up to the house. 'To the front, Donovan and Keel, cried Monk. 'He may make for cover in those quarries if he bolts. Casey, stay here. Managan, follow me. He dropped from his horse and led the animal to Harry, to whom he threw the rein.
She went in all her pomp, dressed in satins and brocades, and attended by Barney Casey in full livery. Her own old family carriage had been swept of its dust and cobwebs, and put into requisition on this important occasion. At length they reached Beech Grove, and knocked at the door, which was opened by our old Mend, Tom Kennedy. "My good man," she asked, "are the family at home?" "No, ma'am."
The day was exceedingly beautiful, and the whole proceeding was orderly in the extreme. I was under the impression that Casey and Cora were hanged that same Sunday, but was probably in error; but in a very few days they were hanged by the neck dead suspended from beams projecting from the windows of the committee's rooms, without other trial than could be given in secret, and by night.
The burros followed him, but William lifted his head and brayed tremulously three times in the dark. Casey had never heard him bray before, and the sudden rasping outcry startled him. He went back and stood for a minute looking at William, who turned tail and started back toward the shore they had left behind them.
That is one night in Casey's turbulent life which he never recalled if he could help it. Two cars had brought the sheriff's party, and one was a seven-passenger. In the roomy rear seat of this car, Casey, shackled and savage, was made to ride with Mart and his mother. Two deputies occupied the folding seats and never relaxed their watchfulness.
Casey had worked out a theory, bit by bit, and with characteristic optimism he had full faith that it would prove a fact later on. He wanted to start his search from the point where Injun Jim had started, and he had rather a plausible reason for doing so. Injun Jim was an Indian of the old school, and the old school did a great deal of its talking by signs.
Casey strung into Searchlight one evening at dusk and camped on a little knoll behind the town hall, which was open beyond for grazing, and the village dogs were less likely to bother. Searchlight was not on his way, but miles off to one side.
"They like nothing better than to get a feller in bad. But they can't pull nothin' on me. I know 'em to a fare-you-well. Notice how this one changed 'er mind about gettin' you tagged, soon as Casey Ryan took 'er by the nose?" "Are you Casey Ryan?" The driver took his eyes off the traffic long enough to give Casey an appraising look that measured him mentally and physically.
"But I come to call on your wife, Mr. Stacy." "She is not at home, I do assure you. She has been shopping since since day before yesterday." Margaret's eyes twinkled. "Then, perhaps, I had better go up, and wait for her?" Margaret was bright, but even here her old lover proved equal to the occasion. "My dear Maggie excuse me, Miss Casey I do assure you my lady has taken the parlor-key with her.
Casey could almost hear his heart when it slumped down into his boots. But he wasn't licked yet. "Aw, let the darned thing alone till we eat," he said, pushing his hat forward to hurry his wits. "Well I can throw a Ford together in the dark, if necessary," smiled Mack Nolan. "Eat, it is, if you want it that way. That breakfast I put away seems to have sharpened my appetite for supper.
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