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Merwell sold his place and moved to parts unknown, taking his son with him. The purchaser of the ranch proved to be an agreeable man, and he and Mr. Endicott got along very well together. "Well, I hope that is the last of Link Merwell," said Roger, when he heard about the affair. But it was not the last of the fellow, as Dave, later on, found out.
He wasn't noble, none noticeable Purdy wasn't. An' as for me tellin' you about him answer me square: Would you have believed me?" The girl's eyes fell before his steady gaze. "No," she faltered, "I wouldn't. But isn't there something we can do? Some way out of this awful mess?" The Texan's eyes flashed a glint of daring. He was thinking rapidly. Endicott moved his horse closer to the cowboy.
Horace Endicott all at once seemed remote, like a close friend swallowed and obliterated years ago by the sea; while within himself, whoever he might be, some one seemed struggling for release, or expression, or dominion. He interpreted it promptly.
"No doubt I hate him. Oh, how I hate that man ... and young Everard...." "Or any man that escapes you," he filled in with sly malice. "Be careful, Dick," she screamed at him, and he apologized. "That hate is more to me than my child. It will grow big enough to kill him yet. But apart from hate, Arthur Dillon is not the man he seems. I could swear he is Horace Endicott.
He has a reindeer range up beyond the Endicott Mountains and is always seeking the last frontier." "He must be very brave." "Alaska breeds heroic men, Miss Standish." "And honorable men men you can trust and believe in?" "Yes." "It is odd," she said, with a trembling little laugh that was like a bird-note in her throat.
Never before had the hand held a lethal weapon, yet no slightest doubt as to his ability to use it entered his brain. Above him, somewhere upon the plain beyond the bench rim, the woman he loved was at the mercy of a man whom Endicott instinctively knew would stop at nothing to gain an end.
On the voyage over, sickness, due to the unwholesome salt in which some of their provisions had been packed, broke out among the Salem colonists, and continuing in the settlement, forced Endicott to send to Plymouth for Dr. Samuel Fuller, deacon in the church there. He was skilled both in medicine and in church-lore, for he had also been one of the two deacons in the church during its Leyden days.
Thus it happened that after many conferences, Endicott could write to Governor Bradford in May of 1629, that: I acknowledge myself much bound to you for your kind love and care in sending Mr. Samuel Fuller among us, and rejoice much that I am by him satisfied touching your judgment of the outward form of God's worship.
But Michael in his lonely office hung up the telephone receiver with a heavy heart. There would be no time now to save Starr. Everything was against him. Even if he could get speech of Mr. Endicott which was doubtful now, was it likely the man would listen at this the last minute? Of course his wife and daughter and her fiance could easily persuade him all was well, and Michael a jealous fool!
With all the strength of her arm she swung her quirt, but Purdy held her close; the blow served only to frighten the horses which leaped apart, and the girl felt herself dragged from the saddle. In the smoking compartment of the Pullman, Endicott finished a cigarette as he watched the girl ride toward the town in company with Purdy. "She's a a headstrong little fool!" he growled under his breath.
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