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She moved now as though to leave the wagon, but he raised a hand. "Wait!" said he. "Look yonder! You'd not have time now to reach camp." In the high country a great prairie fire usually or quite often was followed by a heavy rainstorm. What Banion now indicated was the approach of yet another of the epic phenomena of the prairies, as rapid, as colossal and as merciless as the fire itself.
"All that, ye see, boy," he resumed, "was atter I was over to the wagons at Laramie, when I seed Miss Molly to say good-by to her. I reckon maybe I was outside o' sever'l horns even then." "And that was when you gave her the California nugget that Kit Carson had given you!" Banion spoke at last. "Oh, ye spring no surprise, boy!
Wingate brought up all these matters at the train meeting of some three score men which assembled under the trees of his own encampment at eleven of the last morning. Most of the men he knew. Banion unobtrusively took a seat well to the rear of those who squatted on their heels or lolled full length on the grass.
"No, ye don't, Sam!" said the other, who was first of those who came up running. Even as a lank woman stooped to raise the head of Molly Wingate the sinewy arm back of the hand whirled Woodhull around so that he faced Banion, who had not made a move. "Will ain't got no weapon, an' ye know it," went on the same cool voice. "What ye mean a murder, besides that?" He nodded toward the girl.
"I don't like it, but all of this was forced on me." "The hell it was!" exclaimed Kelsey. "I heard ye call my man a liar." "An' he called my man a coward!" cut in Jackson. "He is a coward," sneered Woodhull, panting, "or he'd not flicker now. He's afraid I'll take his eye out, damn him!" Will Banion turned to his friends. "Are we gentlemen at all?" said he. "Shall we go back a hundred years?"
To Will Banion the trainmaster assigned the most difficult and thankless task of the train, the captaincy of the cow column; that is to say, the leadership of the boys and men whose families were obliged to drive the loose stock of the train. There were sullen mutterings over this in the Liberty column. Men whispered they would not follow Woodhull.
Ye're flyin' in the face o' Proverdence, which planted this critter right here fer us ter leave where no one'd ever be the wiser, an' where he couldn't never do no more devilment. Ye idjit, leave me kill him, ef ye're too chicken-hearted yoreself! Or leave us throw him back in again!" Banion would not speak at first, though his eyes never left Woodhull's streaked, ghastly face.
If you like if you are, indeed, Colonel William Banion' that was what he said." He broke off, choking. "Ah, Molly, at last and indeed I am again William Banion!" He took from the otter skin which Chardon once had placed over the oilskin used by Carson to protect it the long and formal envelope of heavy linen. His finger pointed "On the Service of the United States." "Why, Will!"
Mister Chairman, I move for a committee of three, yourself to be one, to ride down and ask the Missourians to join on again, all under Major Banion." "I'll have to second that," said a voice. Price saw a dozen nods. "You've heard it, men," said he. "All in favor rise up." They stood, with not many exceptions rough-clad, hard-headed, hard-handed men of the nation's vanguard.
"That's old Bill Jackson's war cry, unless I am mistaken. Is he with you?" "He was," said Wingate bitterly. "He and his friends broke away from the train and have been flocking by themselves since then." Three men rode up to the Wingate wagon, and two flung off. Jackson was there, yes, and Jed Wingate, his son. The third man still sat his horse. Wingate straightened. "Mr. Banion!
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