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All eyes were fixed on the speaker, who adjusted the black patch on his blind eye, and spoke with the vigor of a man who knew that he was right. "Yes," put in Ransom Vane, "there has been a great mistake. This man," pointing to Barkswell, "is the outlaw, and by confounding him with Mr. Bordine an innocent man has been deeply wronged." "It is false "
"Sartin, sir." "You expected to meet my friend Barkswell tonight?" "I did." "For what purpose?" "Didn't he tell yer?" "It was about the payment of money?" "Exactly." "For what service?" "Don't yer know?" Jounce leaned his face between his hands and grinned. "For the murder of the detective from New York, Sile Keene?" "Putty nigh it; but you call it by a hard name, stranger.
Pardner, let me tell you that you won't live arter you attempt to murder Iris." "What do you mean?" "I know ye, Andy Barkswell know what yer scheming brain hez concocted. Not content wi' puttin' poor Vict'ry Vane out o' the world, you hev planned ter kill my sister, yer true and lawful wife. I'll watch ye thar, hossfly " "Scoundrel!"
Barkswell sat watching her, the thin face and hollow eyes, and muttered to himself: "She suffers, poor girl, but I will be merciful. She shall not suffer long." Then he came to his feet and began pacing the room with measured tread in front of his calmly sleeping wife. There were many contending emotions in the breast of Andrew Barkswell as he paced the floor in front of his sleeping wife.
I did have money, and you spent it, and would now kick me aside, if I would only permit it, but I will not, I mean to continue pleading until you consent to quit your evil ways and settle down to a quiet home life " "Bah!" "Andrew Barkswell, who was that beautiful girl? One you have deceived, no doubt." "You seem capable of answering your own question," he said, with a sneer.
A hollow cry came up, then solemn silence, as Barkswell closed the trap and turned away. It will be remembered that Andrew Barkswell was startled to find that Rose Alstine had been listening to the confab between himself and wife. This was after the infamous plotter had consigned Detective Keene to a horrible doom at the bottom of the old well under Billy Bowlegs' saloon.
A hand touched his face, and a man's visage peered into his. Instantly the hand of Barkswell sought his hip. "Don't draw, brother, it's only me." Barkswell stared in a startled way into the face of the new-comer. It was indeed Perry Jounce, but he had changed so in the past four and twenty hours as to seem like another man.
It will be seen that the detective still believed that the young engineer and Barkswell were one and the same, which goes to prove that the two men resembled each other as twin brothers might. It was this resemblance that was to produce no end of trouble to all concerned in our story, which, by the way, has more of truth in it than most of the fictions of the present day.
Just ahead of him he saw a man standing so that the light from a saloon window flared in his face. Silas Keene halted an instant and gazed fixedly at the man. It was certainly the same person he had attempted to arrest that night either Andrew Barkswell or August Bordine. The detective suddenly advanced. The sound of his step caused the young man to turn about.
If Iris had only remained away. She's so squeamish, I can't do anything. I really wish an accident would happen to her." All this happened on the day before the adventures of Mr. Barkswell with the detective in the guise of a Yankee, already recorded. We now return to the city. Silas Keene was not a little puzzled as he found himself clasping the hand of the young man in front of the low saloon.
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