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But new, there came a loud, wordless cry which he knew was meant for him. It was Will Banion's voice. The two struggling men grappled below him had no notion of how long they had fought. It seemed an age, and the dénouement yet another age deferred. But to them came the sound of a voice: "Git away, Will! Stand back!" It was Jackson. They both, still gripped, looked up the bank.
The old man's gray eye was like a strange gem, gleaming at the far end of the deadly double tube, which was leveled direct at the prostrate man's forehead. "No!" Banion's call was quick and imperative. He flung up a hand, stepped between. "No! You'd kill him now?" With a curse Jackson flung his gun from him, began to recoil the muddied ropes. At length, without a word, he came to Banion's side.
It's all right to say a man can go out to Oregon and live down his past, but it's a lot better not to have no past to live down. You know what Major Banion done, and how he left the Army even if it wasn't why, it was how, and that's bad enough. Sam Woodhull has told us both all about Banion's record. If he'd steal in Mexico he'd steal in Oregon."
The great wagon train of 1848 lay banked along the Vermilion in utter and abject confusion. Organization there now was none. But for Banion's work with the back fires the entire train would have been wiped out. The effects of the storm were not so capable of evasion.
She guessed that if it were not for the presence of her brother Jed near by this man would declare himself unmistakably. If the safety of numbers made her main concern, perhaps that was what made Molly Wingate's eye light up when she heard the hoofs of Will Banion's horse splashing in the little stream. She sprang to her feet, waving a hand gayly. "Oh, so there you are!" she exclaimed.
She told her father nothing of the nature of her meeting with Will Banion, then nor at any time for many weeks. "Molly, come here, I want to talk to you." Wingate beckoned to his daughter the second morning after Banion's visit. The order for the advance was given. The men had brought in the cattle and the yoking up was well forward. The rattle of pots and pans was dying down.
"What does Major Banion say?" spoke up a voice. "Nothing!" was Banion's reply. "I'm not in your council, am I?" "You are, as much as any man here," spoke up Caleb Price, and Hall and Kelsey added yea to that. "Get down. Come in." Banion threw his rein to Jackson and stepped into the ring, bowing to Jesse Wingate, who sat as presiding officer. "Of course we want to hear what Mr.
But the seconds of both men raised no hand when they saw the balls of Will Banion's thumbs pressed against the upper orbit edge of his enemy's eyes. "Do you say enough?" panted the victor. A groan from the helpless man beneath. "Am I the best man? Can I whip you?" demanded the voice above him, in the formula prescribed. "Go on do it! Pull out his eye!" commanded Bill Jackson savagely.
Some time his hour might come. It had come! He stared now full into the face of his enemy! He at last had found him. Here stood his enemy, unarmed, delivered into his hands. For one instant the two stood, staring into one another's eyes. Banion's advance had been silent. Woodhull was taken as much unawares as he.
"Do-ee see the tracks? Here's Greenwood come in. Yan's where Woodhull's wagons left the road. Below that, one side, is the tracks o' Banion's mules." "I wonder," he added, "why thar hain't ary letter left fer none o' us here at the forks o' the road." He did not know that, left in a tin at the foot of the board sign certain days earlier, there had rested a letter addressed to Miss Molly Wingate.
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