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Updated: May 7, 2025
A sign in the front window of Braman's bank announced that Jefferson Corrigan, agent of the Land & Improvement Company, of New York, had office space within, but on the morning of the day following his return to Manti, Corrigan was seated at one side of a flat-top desk in the courthouse, talking with Judge Lindman, who sat at the other side. "Got them all transcribed?" asked Corrigan.
He saw a face close to his Braman's and remembering that the banker had tripped him, he began to work his right fist into the other's face. He would have finished Braman.
They continued to examine the shores of the lake till they reached Joe Braman's house, on the north side. Captain Sedley inquired for his boat; and Joe, after trying to evade the truth, confessed that he had let it to Tim for a week, but did not know where he had gone with it.
He was preoccupied and deliberate, for he was trying to weave a complete fabric out of the threads of Braman's visits to Hester Harvey; Hester's ride westward, and Judge Lindman's abrupt departure. He had a feeling that they were in some way connected. At a little after seven he finished his meal, went upstairs and knocked at the door of Hester Harvey's room.
Tim and Charles, with four others, immediately repaired to the place where Joe Braman's boat, which had been hired for the enterprise, was concealed. Seating themselves in it, they waited till the hour had expired, and then, with muffled oars, pulled up to the Butterfly's house. The doors which opened out upon the lake were not fastened, and an entrance was readily effected.
"Here's a telegram for you." Braman took the telegram, scanning it, while the agent talked on, ramblingly. A sickly smile came over Braman's face when he finished reading, and then he listened to the agent: "I got a wire a little after midnight, asking me if that man, Corrigan, was still in Manti.
Corrigan had kept his promise to build Judge Lindman a courthouse. It was a flat-roofed structure, one story high, wedged between a saloon and Braman's bank building.
"We can't pitch the tent, soldier fashion. We must drive down four forked stakes; then put poles on the forks, and cover the whole with cloth." "But where are the stakes and the poles?" "We can cut them in the woods. We will get Joe Braman's ax, and do it this forenoon." "Suppose they should make a raft, and come off to us?" suggested Charles.
He swung around toward the door through which Braman had gone his back was toward it. He did not see the door open slightly as he passed; he had not seen Braman's face in the slight crevice that had been between door and jamb all along. Nor did he see the banker jab at his legs with the handle of a broom. But he felt the handle hit his legs. It tripped him, forcing him to lose his balance.
"Meet me at eight o'clock in the morning over by Joe Braman's landing, Charley, and " "But school keeps; I can't go till afternoon." "And then the Zephyrs will see what we are about." "I can't help it." "Yes you can; can't you 'hook Jack'?" "I dare not." "Humph! You are an idiot! Tell the fellows to-morrow that you are going over to your uncle's, and they will tell the master."
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