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Updated: June 16, 2025
He stepped into the crevice through which Blenham had dragged Terry. "There's a split in the rocks here," called Barbee. "He went this way." "Watch out for him!" warned Steve, now on the ledge close to the boy. "Let me go ahead!" Barbee laughed. "Long ago I told him I'd get him!" But Blenham was waiting in a little rock-rimmed hollow. He shot from the hip, using a heavy revolver.
Howard, having had his supper, his cigarette and his brief rest, was saddling his fifth horse to take his turn at a four-hour shift, when he was aware that some one had ridden into camp. And then came a voice, shouting through the din and the dark: 'Hey, there. Where's Al? 'Here, called Howard. 'Who is it? 'It's me, and Barbee with jingling spurs came on.
The fighting fury, the hate frenzy was riding him and he in turn was riding his enemy. Cool sanity and hot blood-lust do not find places side by side in the same brain. A second time came the horrible cry from Blenham. Packard struck a match hastily and lighted the lamp. Packard and Barbee together dragged Royce away, letting Blenham lie there.
He must wait until Barbee came with what God chose to leave him of his steers, he must hear the foreman's account and decide whether Blenham were really at the bottom of this or if it were just his way and his men's to blame all things upon Blenham.
"You can go back to the boys now and tell them that you're boss when I'm not on hand. Before they go to work in the morning you show up here again and we'll talk a lot of things over." Barbee ducked his head in token of acquiescence and perhaps to hide the glitter in his eyes, and walked on his heels to the door. Packard's voice arrested him there.
Just leave it to John and me. She laughed at him and all her gaiety came surging back. 'Here I've been drawing a face a mile long, she cried lightly, 'when everything's all right as far as I can see in all directions. I am going down to see what father is up to; he and Mr. Barbee look to me like a couple of youngsters plotting trouble.
This time the sign before him spelled hotel. Leaving his horse to pant and fight flies, Yellow Barbee strode in at the open door. Next came in due time Tod Barstow and the mule team and Longstreet. They clattered along in clouds of high-puffed dust, harness jingling.
He and Marguerite had quarrelled before her illness no one knows why, unless she was already under the influence of her fatal infatuation for Rowan. Barbee has gone to work. A few weeks ago he won his first serious case in court and attracted attention.
Hence when a white figure flitted out from the shadows to the boy's side, Longstreet was not near enough to hear the whispered words; the soft trill of a laugh he caught, to be sure, and immediately recognized as Mrs. Murray's. Then she had drawn away from Barbee, called good night and passed on to the hotel, so close to Longstreet that her skirts brushed him.
And, since we ain't got all night, suppose you shake a foot, pardner. When a few minutes later Longstreet reached the adobe saloon of 'Tonio Moraga, he found Yellow Barbee smoking a cigarette outside the deep-set door. 'Kind of quiet, apologized the young fellow. 'But we'll look 'em over.
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