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Corrigan cursed and grunted, but lunged forward again. They swung at the same instant Trevison's right just grazing Corrigan's jaw; Corrigan's blow, full and sweeping, thudding against Trevison's left ear. Trevison's head rolled, his chin sagged to his chest, and his knees doubled like hinges. Corrigan smirked malevolently and drove forward again.
And when, muttering, and casting belligerent looks backward, they finally drew off, Trevison following, there was a sigh of relief from the watchers, while Corrigan's face was black with disappointment. Out of Rosalind Benham's resentment against Trevison for the Hester Harvey incident grew a sudden dull apathy which presently threatened to become an aversion for the West.
"Brains are all important. A hotel clerk must be well supplied. I presume you see and hear a great many things that other people miss seeing and hearing." Corrigan thought this thermometer of public opinion might have other information. "You've said it! We've got to keep our wits about us. There's very little escapes us." He leered at Corrigan's profile.
And then he was at her stirrup, smiling up at her broadly and cordially. "Welcome to the Diamond K, Miss Benham," he said. "Won't you get off your horse?" "Thank you; I came on business and must return immediately. There has been a misunderstanding, my father says. He wired me, directing me to apologize, for him, for Mr. Corrigan's actions of yesterday. Perhaps Mr.
Corrigan is going to have Judge Lindman issue a warrant for the arrest of Carson on some charge and they're going to jail Carson until he talks." The woman cursed profanely, sharply. "That's Corrigan's idea of a square deal. He promised me that no harm should come to Trevison."
You've cut me short, all right; but I've said enough to start a fire that will rage through this part of the country until every damned thief is burned out! You've selected the wrong man for a victim, Corrigan." He stepped down into the street, sheathing his pistol. He heard Corrigan's voice, calling after him, saying: "Grand-stand play again!"
At last, lashing viciously, wriggling, squirming, swinging around in a wide circle to get out of Corrigan's clutches, Trevison broke the clinch and stood off, breathing heavily, summoning his reserve strength for a finishing blow.
They sat there for a long time, smoking in silence. One thought dominated Corrigan's mind: "Three weeks, and exchanging confidences damn him!" A discordant note floated out of the medley of sound in palpitating Manti, sailed over the ridiculous sky line and smote the ears of the two on the platform. The air rocked an instant later with a cheer, loud, pregnant with enthusiasm.
Trevison's leap upon Braman had been swift; he was back in the doorway instantly, looking at Corrigan, his eyes ablaze with rage, wild, reckless, bitter. He laughed the sound of it brought a grayish pallor to Corrigan's face. "That explains your nerve!" he taunted. "It's a frame-up. You sent the deputy after me pointed me out when I went into Hanrahan's! That's how he knew me!
When Braman returned from his errand he found Corrigan staring out of the window. The banker announced that Miss Benham had received Corrigan's message with considerable equanimity, and was rewarded for his levity with a frown. "What's Carson and his gang doing in town?" he queried. Corrigan told him, briefly. The banker whistled in astonishment, and his face grew long.
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