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He gazed long into Harlan's face, and the latter gazed steadily back at him. He seemed to be searching Harlan's face for signs of character. Harlan stood the probing glance well so that at last Morgan smiled, saying slowly: "It's funny damned funny. About faces, I mean. Your reputation it's bad. I've been hearin' about you for a couple of years now.
Dubois came as near being appointed as a man could, and not be. The decision was finally made one night about 10 o'clock. Bishop Simpson and other clergymen and leading persons in Mr. Harlan's behalf, had been talking long and vehemently with the President. A member of Congress who was pressing Col. Dubois's claims, was in waiting.
It was a surface smile, penetrating no deeper than his lips, and behind it, partially masked by the smile, the men in the group in the street could detect the destroying passion that ruled the man at this instant. Deveny, who had approached to a point within a dozen feet of Harlan, came to a slow, reluctant halt when he caught a glimpse of the strange glow in Harlan's eyes.
But I'm here to see this matter straightened out for good and all, and unless you get an answer from this man, as a father ought to, I'll see that you have the facts to put you right." "Linton, didn't I tell you last night that you were circulating a lie?" Harlan's face was gray. "If it's a lie why are you afraid of telling Mr.
He had never figured prominently in her thoughts, however, until the day Harlan had appointed him foreman of the Rancho Seco, and then her attention had been attracted to him because he had seemed interested in her. And she had noted that Linton's interest in her seemed to grow after Harlan's departure. He had talked with her several times, and she had questioned him about Harlan's whereabouts.
The other reason is that I'm goin' to see that you get a square deal from them guys. "An' you won't get a square deal ridin' out alone, like this especially when you head toward Sunset Trail, where Deveny an' his gang hang out. An' I'm settin' down hard on you ridin' that way. I'm keepin' you from runnin' any chances." Silently Barbara had watched Harlan's face while he had been talking.
Barbara stayed indoors much of the time during the first days of Harlan's control of the ranch, but from the windows she saw him noted that the men obeyed him promptly and without question.
It was also curious to note that something of the same passion was revealed in Harlan's eyes as they rested on the partially closed lids of the other for there was triumph there, too and comprehension, and craft of a kind that might have disturbed Haydon, had he seen it. Then their hands parted, mutually, and Haydon grinned smoothly and with apparent cordiality at Harlan.
A man sprinted from an old corral close by in a brave and foolhardy attempt to save his friend, and Johnny swore because he had to fire twice at the same mark. The rear door crashed open and shut as Barr, closely followed by Neal, ran in. They had been caught in the corral but, thanks to Harlan's whiskey, had managed to hold their own until they had a chance to make a rush for the store.
"You've got me sized up right. The yappin' I done about stickin' to Barbara Morgan wasn't the real goods, eh?" "Certainly not!" laughed Deveny, "there must be some selfish motive behind that." "An' you sure didn't believe me?" "Of course not," chuckled Deveny, for he thought he saw a gleam of insincerity in Harlan's eyes. "Then I've got to do my yappin' all over again," said Harlan.
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