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Updated: June 21, 2025
"That ain't what's fetched him over to the desert?" "Haven't asked him," answered Van. "He promised to look me up if ever he got out alive." "Look you up!" Gettysburg was obviously over-wrought by the mere intelligence that Barger was at liberty. "You know what he'll do! You know him, boy! You know he'll keep his word. You can't go foolin' around alone. You've got to be "
You won't be disturbed here till morning." "By mornin' all hell can't disturb me," Barger told him painfully, with something like a ghastly smile upon his lips. "I'm goin' there to see." He lapsed off again into coma. Van feared the man was dead. But having lived a stubborn life, Barger relinquished his hold unwillingly, despite his having ceased at last to care.
Her letter to Glen revealed her state of mind and here was this attack, a planned attack, proving conclusively that Barger had been prepared beforehand with knowledge of the trip. From having been depressed before, Van was made thoroughly angry. The whole thing was infamous, dastardly and Beth could not be acquitted. Strangely enough, against the convict, Barger, the horseman felt no wrath.
From hair to his ankles he was shockingly emaciated a gaunt, wasted figure, motionless as clay. Van fetched a pint of water in his hat. He sprinkled it roughly in the convict's face, and, propping up his head, helped him to take a drink. Barger could not lift a hand, or utter a word. Van recoiled the rope, secured it on the saddle, then sat down to await the man's recovery. It was slow.
Laboriously, in a fever of impatience, Barger made shift, after strenuous work, to climb his barrier of rock. Then up to the summit of the trail he sped, and down on the farther side. Meantime Van, disgusted with himself for riding away from a fight, could only revile his useless gun and excuse himself a trifle because of his defenselessness.
Barger himself had eaten a snake and returned to a narrow defile in the range, where his ambush could be made. To insure himself against all misadventure he rolled a mass of boulders down the hill, to block the trail. His barrier was crude but efficient.
Then Barger murmured: "Excuse me, Van Buren, fer bein' so damn long dyin'." "You're not dying, Matt go to sleep," said. Van. "I'll be here beside you, all night." He sat down, got up and sat down again, stirred to the depths of his being by the story the man had revealed. Beth's money, then, had gone for this, to bribe a Government agent!
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