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He heard Barkwell go leaping down the stairs, his spurs striking the step edges, and a few minutes later, riding Nigger out of the corral he saw the foreman racing away in a dust cloud. He followed the bed of the river, himself, going at a slow lope, for he wanted time to think to gain control of the rage that boiled in his veins.
He was in no good humor, and when he heard Barkwell hallooing from the yard near the house, he got up and looked out of a window, a scowl on his face.
She saw Barkwell lunging through the press to gain Trevison's side; she got a glimpse of him a minute later, near Trevison. The street had become a sea of jostling, shoving men and prancing horses. She wanted to get away somewhere to shut this sight from her eyes. For though one horror was over, another impended. She knew it, but could not move.
"It was them we heard shootin'." The outfit sat silent on their horses and watched the men ride over the plains toward another group of horsemen that the Diamond K men had observed some time before riding toward the pueblo, "Yep!" Barkwell said, now; "that other bunch is deputies, too. It's mighty plain. This bunch rounded up 'Firebrand' an' sent some one back for reinforcements."
"Outlaws usual have a den or a cave or a mountain fastness, or somethin', anyhow accordin' to all the literchoor I've read on the subject. If 'Firebrand's' got one, he's mighty bashful about mentionin' it." "Oh, Lord!" exclaimed Barkwell, weakly. "My brains is sure ready for the mourners!
"Clay was worth a thousand of them!" Barkwell got down and seized the book, watching Trevison closely. "Look here, Boss," he said, as Trevison ran to his horse and threw himself into the saddle; "you're bushed, mighty near " If Trevison heard his first words he had paid no attention to them.
"Who are you?" He urged his horse forward. But he was brought to a quick halt when Barkwell's voice came again: "Talk from where you are!" "That goes," laughed the man. "Trevison here?" "What you wantin' of him?" "Plenty. We're deputies. Trevison burned the courthouse and the bank tonight and killed Braman. We're after him." "Well, he ain't here." Barkwell laughed. "Burned the courthouse, did he?
He could not have heard the last words, for Nigger had lunged forward, running with great, long, catlike leaps in the direction of Manti. "Good God!" yelled Barkwell to some of the men who had ridden up; "the damn fool is goin' to town! They'll salivate him, sure as hell! Some of you stay here two's enough! The rest of you come along with me!"
The girl saw Corrigan lifted to the back of a horse, and she shut her eyes and hung dizzily to the railing, while tumult and confusion raged around her. She opened her eyes a little later, to see Barkwell and another man leading Trevison into the front door of the Castle. The street around the car was deserted, save for two or three men who were watching her curiously.
"He ain't done any sleepin' to amount to much in the last forty-eight hours, to my knowin'," remarked Barkwell; "unless he's done his sleepin' on the run an' that ain't in no ways a comfortable way. He's sure to be driftin' in here, soon." "This here country's goin' to hell, certain!" declared Weaver, after an hour of silence. "She's gettin' too eastern an' flighty.
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