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Mary leaned forward in her chair and looked at Sanderson with eager, questioning eyes. Sanderson stared vacantly back at her. She held the letter up to him. "This is father's answer, telling the man to come on. How on earth did you get hold of it?" Sanderson had slumped down in his chair. He saw discovery and disgrace in prospect.
All the freightin' goes the other way. Look at Dawson there. Room to spread for forty thousand more people. Say, Smoke. You're a meat-eater. I know that. An' I know you ain't buyin' it for a town. Then what in Heaven's name are you buyin' it for?" "To sell, of course." "But other folks ain't as crazy as old man Sanderson an' you." "Maybe not in the same way, Shorty.
I have paid Number Three his usual monthly allowance, and will continue to do so. I have told him my master has his proposal under consideration; that there are still six months to come and go upon, and that my master is not one who decides in a hurry. 'Number Three says there is an election in six months for governor. What is the name of the state? Sanderson informed me.
"Didn't do it because you were freshmen?" asked another lad. "Not at all. We were total strangers when the thing occurred." "Yes, but " came from another sophomore. "Sorry I can't explain. Flockley and Koswell can if they wish. But I advise them to keep a certain party's name out of the story," added Dick significantly. He felt bound to protect Minnie Sanderson as much as possible.
"It was the whisky the cursed whisky!" he whispered. "I can't let it alone I love it! And once I get a taste of it, I'm gone -I'm a stark, staring lunatic!" "I'd swear to that," grimly agreed Sanderson. "I didn't mean to say a word to anybody," wailed the little man. "Do you think I'd do anything to harm Mary Bransford after what she did for me? But I did I must have done it.
"How many does he want?" inquired his wife. He had sunk on his doorstep on coming home at dusk, and sat with speculative eyes on the pale western sky, while his wife sat judicially, quite filling with her heated bulk a large rocking-chair, placed for greater coolness in front of the step, in the middle of the slate walk. "He wants all mine and all I can hire in New Sanderson," replied Rawdy.
Sanderson would say, "Yes," or "No, not by two miles," according to circumstances; and his information was always correct; he knew the river "like a book." On the afternoon of September 27 we left "Dogtown" with Sanderson in Weeso's place and began our upward journey. George proved as good as his reputation.
The locomotive whistled, the cars gave a jolt, and Anna Moore was launched on her tragic fate. She never knew how the time passed after leaving Mrs. Tremont, till Sanderson joined her at the next station. She felt as if her will power had deserted her, and she was dumbly obeying the behests of some unseen relentless force. She looked at the strange faces about her, hopelessly.
But the steady eyes and the cold, deliberate demeanor of Sanderson did much to help Dale regain his self-control which he did, while Mary Bransford, running forward, tried to throw her arms around Sanderson's neck. She was prevented from accomplishing this design by Sanderson who, while facing Dale, shoved the girl away from him, almost roughly.
His quick eye showed him from David's awkward attitude, that his opponent was in no way his equal from a scientific standpoint. He looked for the easy victory that science, nine times out of ten, can wrest from unskilled brute force. For, perhaps, half a minute the combatants stood thus. Then, with lowered head and outstretched arms, David rushed in. Sanderson side-stepped, avoiding the on-set.
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