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Felt it but half-consciously, though, for her own soul was stifling at Ed Sorenson's revealed infamy. "When he got her there, he told her they would have to go away farther to be married to Los Angeles." Again his finger came up, this time to be shaken at her like a hammer. "He never intended to marry her; he planned to get her there, ruin her, and cast her off.
"Mexicans and cowboys and others have talked women don't hear these things how he's had to pay Mexicans hush-money for girls of theirs he's wronged. But what do people care? He's rich, he's old man Sorenson's boy; everything's kept quiet; and he goes around as big as life." With a muttered oath he turned away, his lips shut hard and his beard sticking out savagely. He came back to her again.
"Get out of this booth, or I'll throw you out." It was Weir's turn to act. Like a flash he caught Sorenson's elbow, jerked him forward, spun him about and dropped him upon the chair. "Sit there, you cradle-robber, until I'm through with you," he commanded. "And if you don't want everybody in this restaurant to know about your business with this girl, you'll lower your voice when you talk."
By to-morrow the Governor may have soldiers stationed in your houses and in your streets, for the prisoners are now the prisoners of the state, arrested for stealing cattle " That was a happy inspiration. Had Weir stated the whole category of Sorenson's and Burkhardt's crimes, including murder and dynamiting, he could not have struck so shrewdly as in naming the sin of cattle-stealing.
Sorenson staggered, then lunged forward, tugging at something in his hip-pocket, while the table and dishes went over in a crash. Before he could draw the weapon Steele's fingers shot forth and seized his wrist; his other hand closed about Sorenson's throat in an iron grasp. Slowly under that powerful grip the younger man's struggles ceased, his eyes dilated, his knees yielded and gave way.
This Weir realized, so stopped where he was some forty feet off from Sorenson's stone in order to regain his breath and calm his nerves.
The latter at first stared in astonishment at beholding the pair, one of whom was San Mateo's foremost citizen, now sullenly advancing with wrists bound. Exclamations burst from their lips. At that a flash of hope filled Sorenson's breast. "To my rescue, friends!" he cried, beginning to struggle. Weir jerked him ahead fiercely and cast fiercer looks at the Mexicans. "This man is under arrest.
She would have signaled that instant, but her approach had been Sorenson's cue for a certain fond attention and endearment, which ended in a briny obfuscation.... It had been such a little push, too. She tossed a lifering after him, saw him come up and catch his stroke as she tapped the deck with her stick the three doubles sharply.... And now a sunburst of small but striking events.
The thought of Ed Sorenson, making only a pretense of doing anything useful and because his father was rich doing nothing in reality but waste himself in vicious practices, was in her mind. What must have the engineer believed of her all this while when he knew Sorenson's true nature and infamous record?
I doubt if they really saw anything. It looks to me as if there's another side to this shooting." "Well, of course you know you, sitting there in Sorenson's office, as you say," was the ironical retort. At this juncture another voice interposed. "Madden, we want no mistake here. This Weir doesn't bear a very good reputation for peacefulness, from what I've learned.
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