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Jim Wilson seemed to drink in the girl's words. Sullen and somber, he bent his lean head, very still, as if listening. "You'd better shut up," said Riggs, darkly. "I will not shut up," declared Bo. "Then I'll gag you," he threatened. "Gag me! Why, you dirty, low-down, two-bit of a bluff!" she exclaimed, hotly, "I'd like to see you try it. I'll tear that long hair of yours right off your head."
Rattling Runner, who was a son-in-law of Wabasha, dictated the following letter, which is a sample of the confessions made to Dr. Riggs: "Wabasha, you have deceived me. You told me if we followed the advice of Gen. Sibley and gave ourselves up, all would be well no innocent man would be injured. I have not killed or injured a white man or any white person.
"Riggs will turn up at Uncle Al's, sure as I'm born," said Helen. "Let him turn," replied Bo, contemptuously. "Nell, don't you ever bother your head again about him. I'll bet they're all men out here. And I wouldn't be in Harve Riggs's boots for a lot."
Blocks and heavy bolts, steering wheels, old brass compasses, coils of rope and rusty chain lay on the floor and benches, inside the shop. There were rows of lanterns, hanging on the bare beams. And there was Riggs. He sat by a dusty desk and gave orders in a sleepy, drawling tone to the lad who served him.
"Better stay in the car and don't hang out the windows.... Good luck to you!" Only a few passengers were in the car and they were Mexicans at the forward end. This branch train consisted of one passenger-coach, with a baggage-car, attached to a string of freight-cars. Helen told herself, somewhat grimly, that soon she would know surely whether or not her suspicions of Harve Riggs had warrant.
And with the thought that she would know definitely what to say to Riggs when he approached her, sooner or later, Helen dismissed him from mind.
We bundled him into the bows, telling him he was a dead man if he made a suspicious move; but the little cur never had enough courage to fight unless he could stab a man in the back. Once in the channel we filled away to the south, scooting past the black upper-works of the Kut Sang, as we caught a stiff breeze from the north. Then Captain Riggs made me sleep.
"Can't say, sir," said Petrak, looking about nervously, and feeling at his belt. "Can't say! Can't say! You can't say because that's yer knife right there under yer eyes! That's yer knife and you killed this man!" "Tell the truth, my good man," interjected Meeker, holding up his hands. "Tell the truth and " "Belay!" yelled Riggs. "You speak when ye're spoken to, Mr. Meeker, if you please!"
"What'd you expect from a greaser?" queried Shady Jones. "Anson, didn't I say so?" added Burt. The black-visaged Moze rolled his eyes like a mad bull and Jim Wilson studiously examined a stick he held in his hands. Riggs showed immense relief. "Anson, stake me to some of your outfit an' I'll ride off with the girl," he said, eagerly. "Where'd you go now?" queried Anson, curiously.
It was at this very time, for radically different notes sound at the same time in the harmony or discord of life, that Von Rosen's housekeeper, Jane Riggs, stood before him with that crackling white apron swept over her face. "What is it?" asked Von Rosen, and he realised that his lips were stiff, and his voice sounded strange. A strange harsh sob came from behind the apron.
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