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"Forget Jim while you're thinkin' about this. You don't owe Jerry Durand anything, anyhow. Where would he have Kitty taken? You can give a guess." She had made her decision before she spoke. "Gimme paper and a pencil." On Clay's notebook she scrawled hurriedly an address. "Jim'd croak me if he knew I'd given this," she said, looking straight at the cattleman.
That's the way we used to do in the old days, and if he's going to bring them back that's what we'll do again." Sorenson smiled grimly. "We'll wait till we're sure he has the proofs, then " "Then we'll act quick and sure," Vorse shot out. "And quietly," the cattleman added. "We'll take no more chances this time.
"May I see the license?" he asked after Kirby had introduced himself and Rose. For a moment the cattleman was puzzled. His eye went to Rose, seeking information. A wave of color was sweeping into her soft cheeks. Then Lane knew why, and the hot blood mounted into his own. His gaze hurriedly and in embarrassment fled from Miss McLean's face.
Outside the railing the seating capacity of the court-room was rather small, rough, bare planks serving for seats, but the spectators gladly stood along the sides and rear, eager to catch every word, as they silently mopped the sweat which oozed alike from citizen and cattleman.
He was too excited to worry over the patient and quiet suffering with which Mrs. Zapp heard the announcement that he was going. That Theresa laughed at him for a cattleman, while Goaty, in the kitchen, audibly observed that "nobody but a Yankee would travel in a pig-pen, "merely increased his joy in moving his belongings to a storage warehouse.
"No, I never crosses up with him," observed the old Cattleman; "but speakin' of Wilson puts in my mind a gent by the name of Wilkins, who it's some likely is as disrepootable as your old pard Wilson." "What about Wilkins?" I asked. "Nothin' thrillin', "answered the old gentleman; "nothin' you'd stay up nights to hear, I don't reckon.
The cattleman rose slowly in the center, pulling another gun, and he certainly looked business to me. "Wal, Ranger, I reckon I'll hang round an' see you ain't bothered none," he said. "Friend," he went on, indicating me with a slight wave of one extended gun, "jest rustle the money in sight. We'll square up after the show."
Cochrane, an old cattleman whose carefully trimmed, pointed white beard and slender, tapering fingers set him apart from the others in the room, was rather far gone with liquor. He was still stiffly erect in his chair, and would be till the very moment consciousness left him, but his eyes were misty, and when he spoke the fine-cut lips moved slowly, as though numbed by cold.
He too was grimy, fire-blackened, exhausted, but he was still fighting to throw back the fire that swept down the cañon at him. "How are things up above?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "Good. We held the check-line." "Same here so far. It's been hell. Several of my boys fainted." "I'll take charge awhile. You go and get some sleep," urged Sanders. The cattleman shook his head. "No. See it through.
It was part of the business of the cattleman to judge men and he was not convinced that this young fellow was as inoffensive as he looked. "Where you from?" asked the drover. "From the San Carlos Agency." "Ever meet a man named Micky Free out there?" "I've slept under the same tarp with him many's the time when we were followin' Chiricahua 'Paches.
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