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No uneasy conscience would have ever disturbed his rest: no remorse or pity ever stirred in his breast. He was the human counterpart of a bird of prey. Well, he was dead now. Three of the quartette who had been joined by avarice and lawless actions were taken care of Burkhardt a prisoner, Gordon dead by self-administered poison, Vorse by bullets.
That was the last of him, and I reckon he believes to this day that he's a murderer. And that's how they got the start of their wealth, or a big part of it, Sorenson and Vorse and the other two. They've got the San Mateo Cattle Company, with fifty thousand head of steers, and ten or twenty bands of sheeps and ranches, and the bank, and all the rest, and they walk around like honest men.
All at once he saw the players spring up in their game, Dent talking angrily about cheating, marked cards and so on. Then the guns came out when he pointed at a card that was marked for it had been marked with pinpricks as Saurez saw later on examining the deck, which Dent had perceived in spite of the whisky in him. And Sorenson and Vorse had both shot him where he stood.
"Come along, you snake," Burkhardt growled, seizing their prisoner's arm. "Out the back way and keep your mouth shut. Don't try to make a break of any kind, if you know what's best for you." Martinez' yellow skin was almost white. "But, gentlemen, what does this all mean?" he began, endeavoring to pull back. "You'll learn soon enough." "Step right along," Vorse added.
Montresor, lightly. "I will leave the fire to you and Helena." "Where you sit," said Colonel Vorse then to me, "if you turn your head slightly to the left, and shade your eyes, you can see the side of the darkest and sternest of our mountains.
He vas so pad to me as if I eat der gomet oup, and we had not mooch else to eat till he sure der gomet gone to der duyvil. It might haf been vorse if der gomet come; vat he done den der goot Lord only know he go off mit it if he gould. He tink notting of sittin' oup mit a gomet, put he get der schpots on him ven I ask to nurse der schild in der night." Mrs.
Only a dull light burned where they sat. They were talking in low tones, with long pauses, with worried but determined, savage faces Vorse, Burkhardt, Sorenson. "Where the devil is she, that's what I want to know!" Burkhardt growled. "I've been over twice and looked through a window. Doc was there." "She's in bed and asleep, probably," Sorenson said. "I don't believe it.
Employees of the plotters, men who had received favors from Sorenson or Vorse or Burkhardt, Mexicans of a naturally vicious and unruly temper, were all for rushing the jail. The great number of the people, however, peaceful and indolent, preferred to content themselves with satisfying their curiosity by talk instead of seeking a taste of blood.
In the darkness he felt safer. Any one passing would suppose him away. Perhaps he should spend the night elsewhere at the dam, for instance. Again the same shudder shook his frame that he had experienced on seeing the mark on Saurez' throat. Vorse had killed the old Mexican, of that he was convinced.
And then there was a lull in the laughter and the snatches of song and conversation on the other side of the room; and while I was still gazing after my bracelet and into the chimney-place, where the flames wallowed about unhewn forest logs that took two men to cast to them, Colonel Vorse came over to us. "You will turn into salamanders," he said. "It is bad enough to be in hot water," said Mrs.
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