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"Ye woudn't be sayin' that ye'll be diggin' for coal on the railroad's right av way, wud ye?" "No!" snapped Corrigan. "Thin it will be on Trevison's land. Have ye bargained wid him for it?" "No! Look here, Carson. Mind your own business and do as you're told!" "I'm elicted, I s'pose; but it's a job I ain't admirin' to do.
"I wudn't doubt ye're worrud for the wurrold. But he wudn't jump a mon divvil a bit quicker than his master, or I'm a sinner!" Trevison's eyes twinkled. "You're a good construction boss, Carson. But I'm glad to see that you're getting more considerate." "Av what?" "Of your men." Trevison glanced back; he had looked once before, out of the tail of his eye.
He had followed Trevison's movements carefully, and with increased disquiet. For, instead of dismounting and going into a saloon or a store, Trevison had urged the black on, past the private car, which he had examined leisurely and intently.
It was as though both knew that a distant day would bring another clash between them. Braman fingered the paper uncertainly, and looked at Corrigan. "I suppose this is all regular?" he said. "You ought to know something about it it's a check from the railroad company for the right-of-way through Mr. Trevison's land." Corrigan's eyes brightened as he examined the check.
Corrigan grinned with malicious interest and crowded forward. "That's good," he said; "you're not a novice. I hope you're not a quitter. I've quite a bit to hand you for riding me down." Trevison grinned derisively, but made no answer. He knew he must save his wind for this man. Corrigan was strong, clever; his forearm, which had blocked Trevison's uppercut, had seemed like a bar of steel.
Benham had been watching closely this evidence of Trevison's popularity; he linked it with some words that his daughter had written to him regarding the man, and as a thought formed in his mind he spoke it. "I'd reconsider about hooking up with that man Trevison, Corrigan. He's one of those fellows that win popularity easily, and it won't do you any good to antagonize him."
The man rose to his knees, reeling. Another rifle cracked from the recess where Levins was concealed, this time and the man sank to the dust of the slope, rolling over and over until he reached the bottom, where he stretched out and lay prone. There was a shout of rage from a section of rock-strewn level near the foot of the slope, and Trevison's lips curled with satisfaction.
Vague rumors of a legal tangle involving the land around Manti had reached Trevison's ears, and this morning he had jumped on Nigger, determined to run the rumors down.
Faith in an ideal is a sacred thing, and shattered, it lights the fires of hate and scorn, and the emotions that seethed through Rosalind's veins as in her room she considered Trevison's unworthiness, finally developed into a furious vindictiveness.
There's little enough but I'm not going to philosophize. I was going away without telling you this. I don't know why I am telling it now. I always was a little soft. But if you hadn't spoken as you did a while ago in that crowd taking Trevison's end I I think you'd never have known. Somehow, it seemed you deserved him, dearie. And I couldn't bear to to think of him facing any more disappointment.
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