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I have seen Tenlow, the sheriff. He is willing to let you go at my request. What do you intend doing, now that you are free?" "I don' know. Find Red, I guess." Walter Stone nodded. "What then?" "Oh, stick it out with Red. They'll be after him sure now. Red's my pal." "What has he done to get the police after him?" "Nothin'. It's the bunch." "The bunch?" "Uhuh. Them guys out on the Mojave.
Curly knew the story of how in one drive he had made a gather of outlaws that had brought fame to him. Soapy had broken through the net, but the sheriff had followed him into the hills alone and run him to earth. What passed between the men nobody ever found out. Stone had repeatedly given it out that he could not be taken alive. But Cullison had brought him down to the valley bound and cowed.
It is true that the population of the State has increased amazingly since 1836, but crime has increased too rapidly in proportion to the increase of population. When a man, accused of crime, is convicted and sentenced in any of the courts of the State, a commitment is furnished the sheriff, by the clerk of the court.
All of those who had been attacked told Sheriff Clem a similar story: "The 'Thing' was shaped something like an egg standing on end. It was fiery red, more like a red neon light. It was about 200 feet long and was about 200 feet in the air. When it came close to cars the engines would stop and the lights would go out." "Everyone," Sheriff Clem said, "seemed very excited."
Under our elective system there is no more honor in being a judge than in being a sheriff or a hog-reeve; but, when one is young and perhaps starving it may seem otherwise.
He was grinning through his wounds. "Hardest punch I ever got. But I don't blame you, partner!" Presently he saw Sheriff Kern. The latter was perfectly cool, perfectly grave. It was his arm that had coiled around the neck of Sinclair and throttled him into submission. "You didn't come out to kill, Sinclair. Why?"
"They took you prisoner, and beat and robbed you?" "Oh! no, Master Sheriff; they took me before Robin Hood, and he asked me what I was doing there, and whether I was not afraid to cross his forest, and I up and told him plainly that I wasn't. Then he said how was that when I must have heard what a terrible robber he was." "Yes, yes," cried the Sheriff, "and what did you say."
Touched by the little barkeeper's droll philosophy, the Sheriff dropped his head on his breast, while the hand which held the glass unconsciously fell to his side. "I've got it," went on Nick with enthusiasm; "you've got it; the boy's got it; the Girl's got it; the whole damn world's got it. It's all the heaven there is on earth, an' in nine cases out of ten it's hell."
It was true that he had been sent away and so had heard but little, but the increasing crowd found that little of interest. "Yes, sir, that's what he said, and just as quiet as you are! 'Is the sheriff in, Michael? he asked. 'Tell him, please, that I want to see him. That's what he said, and Mr. Garrett he calls out, 'Come in, Mr. Rand, come in!" Other voices claimed attention.
"Montefiore and Diard were two well-known scoundrels. The maid evidently knew nothing of the crime. Better let the thing rest there." The doctor performed the autopsy, and dictated his report to the sheriff. Suddenly he stopped, and hastily entered the next room. "Madame " he said. Juana, who had removed her bloody gown, came towards him.
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