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He waited, irresolute. He could not consult with Prince. At last he moved toward the house and entered. Presently he returned to the door and waved to the sheriff to come forward. Very cautiously the posse accepted the invitation, but every foot of the way Billie kept the man covered. Sanders ripped out a furious oath. "He's done made his get-away. Some one must 'a' warned him."
They ran across the spur tracks in the faint light of a dirty incandescent, gleaming from above. A greasy being faced them and Bardwell, the sheriff, shouted his mission. "Got to catch some people that are making a get-away through Center City. Can you send us up in the skip?" "Yes, two at a time." "All right!" The sheriff turned to Harry.
He motioned mechanically toward a chair on the other side of the stove, and added slowly: "S'prised to see you, Al. Didn't expect you'd be around here again after your get-away. Workin' once more?" "Oh, I'm right on the job!" responded Guy briskly. He drew the chair close to the square deal table, so close that he could have reached out, had he pleased, and touched his host's sleeve.
Better make a get-away now, find Harry, and bring him here to-night. Then if we find anybody there'll be something doing." He had turned and was crawling rather rapidly toward the entrance of the passage. Bubble's problem was to locate Harry West.
"He'll be late," said Blenham. "He won't be here for two or three hours. Suppose while we wait, let's me an' you talk!" he said sharply, sitting forward in his chair. "Well?" said Barbee. "Talk an' be damned to you, Blenham. Only you don't talk yourself out'n the hole you're in right now. An', I promise you, you make a quick jump for a get-away, an' I'll shoot you dead." "I know," Blenham nodded.
Was it not fear that had made his nerves so rocklike as he faced that crowd and made his get-away? He was on one side now, and the world was on the other. He turned in the saddle and probed the thick blackness with his eyes; then he sent the pinto on at an easy, ground-devouring lope.
"Well, he made his get-away like a man with some reason for being elsewhere." "Reason enough. He was afraid." "Maybe. Being afraid's a queer thing," remarked her escort academically. "Now, me, I'm afraid of a fuzzy caterpillar. But I ain't exactly timid about other things." "You certainly aren't. And I don't know how to thank you." "Aw, that's awright, miss. What else could I do?
"But did Budd tell you when he expects to collect the cuff-buttons from his dupes here and make a get-away!" "Yes," replied Donald, "he said he would come for them to-morrow, Friday, morning, and he didn't seem to mind it when I told him that Mr. Hemlock Holmes had gotten back the first seven cuff-buttons, either; for he claimed he could swipe 'em all again, anyhow.
"I hope not, but when I made my get-away I couldn't kill them all, of course, and I thought maybe they might connect things up with my jail-break and tell the other cities to take steps about you two. But I guess they're pretty well disorganized back there yet, since they can't know who hit them, or what with, or why.
He did not tell her that Blake and Rydal would pursue with a ten- or twelve-dog team, and that there was almost no chance at all of a straight get-away. Instead, he pulled her head down and kissed her. To Wapi there had come at last a response to the great yearning that was in him.
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