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"But I want you to get this business straight before anything is started. And then you'll be responsible. I'm giving it to you straight. Somebody's framed up on me. I didn't shoot Doubler. When I left him he was cleaning his rifle. After I left him I heard shooting. I thought it was him trying his rifle, or I would have gone back. "Then I met Sheila Langford on the river trail, near the cabin.
You've burned it won't recognize it, eh? Well, I'm not any surprised." Langford had partially recovered from the shock occasioned by Dakota's unexpected appearance, and he shook his head in emphatic, brazen denial. "There was no agreement between us, my friend," he said. "The paper I burned was a forgery." Dakota's lips hardened. "You called me your friend once before, Langford," he said coldly.
Before the colonel or Aaron Grafton, who just then burst through the bushes fringing the path, could make a move to prevent him, Langford Larch, with a cry like that of a stricken beast, threw himself over the edge of the rocky precipice, and his body went crashing down a hundred feet into the swirling waters below. Slowly the bruised and cut lips moved.
"But, grandmamma," cried she vehemently, turning herself round as clearer recollection returned, "something has happened O! what has happened to Fred?" "Nothing very serious, we hope, my dear," said Mrs. Langford. "It was Willy who frightened you. Fred has had a fall, and your mamma and uncles are gone to see about him." "A fall! O, tell me, tell me! I am sure it is something dreadful!
O, tell me all about it, grandmamma, is he much hurt? O, Freddy, Freddy!" With more quietness than could have been anticipated from so active and bustling a nature, Mrs. Langford gradually told her granddaughter all that she knew, which was but little, as she had been in attendance on her, and had only heard the main fact of Willy's story.
"Pour it down the villain's throat!" cried the Virginian fiercely. "Turn him out of the house!" cried Captain Langford, seizing Jervase Helwyse so roughly by the shoulder that the sacramental cup was overturned, and its contents sprinkled upon Lady Eleanore's mantle. "Whether knave, fool, or Bedlamite, it is intolerable that the fellow should go at large."
His work, "Vigilante Days and Ways," is an invaluable contemporary record. It is mentally difficult for us now fully to restore these scenes, although the events occurred no earlier than the Civil War. "Life in Bannack at this time," says Langford, "was perfect isolation from the rest of the world. Napoleon was not more of an exile on St.
For the first time during all the time she had known Langford she had seen an angry intolerance in his eyes, and though his voice had been as bland and smooth as ever, it did not heal the wound which had been made in her heart over the discovery that he could feel impatient with her. "My dear Sheila," he said, "I should regret to find that you are interested in my business affairs."
"You see," he said, "that I am not particularly desirous of being instrumental in causing Doubler's death you have misjudged me." Dakota's eyes met his with a glance of perfect knowledge. His smile possessed a subtly mocking quality which was slightly disconcerting to Langford. "I reckon you'll be an angel give you time," he said. "I am accepting that proposition, though," he added.
"No, no, we will not: we will do every bit out of our own heads, and it shall be almost all Fred and Alex; Henrietta and I will scarcely come in at all. And it will so shorten the evening, and amuse every one so nicely! and grandpapa has said we may." Mrs. Langford gave a sort of sigh.
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