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Trevison's leap upon Braman had been swift; he was back in the doorway instantly, looking at Corrigan, his eyes ablaze with rage, wild, reckless, bitter. He laughed the sound of it brought a grayish pallor to Corrigan's face. "That explains your nerve!" he taunted. "It's a frame-up. You sent the deputy after me pointed me out when I went into Hanrahan's! That's how he knew me!
Corrigan's took his deputies out, trailin' Trevison, chargin' him with murderin' Braman, when his real purpose is to get his claws on that record! Trevison's been fightin' our fight for us, an' we've stood around like a lot of gillies, lettin' him do it!
Also two other buildings, one on each side of the two that had been destroyed, scorched and warped, but otherwise undamaged. "Come pretty near burning the whole town. It took some work to confine that fire coal oil. Trevison did a clean job. Robbed the safe in the bank. Killed Braman guzzled him. An awful complete job, from Trevison's viewpoint.
"You and Braman have done well. It hasn't done me any harm, and so we'll forget about it. What do you say to having a drink and a talk. As in old times, eh?"
And then, despite his objections, Trevison was dragged away by Mullarky and the others, leaving Braman stretched out on the floor, and Corrigan, his knees sagging, his chin almost on his chest, standing near the wall. Trevison turned as he was forced out of the door, and grinned tauntingly at his tired enemy. Corrigan spat at him.
Braman then swore that upon the same day Browne had himself acknowledged these very deeds and had sworn to the affidavit before her as a notary, under the name of William R. Hubert. Taken with the fact that Browne had in open court stated that Hubert was a living man, this made out a prima facie case.
You knew I'd come in here to have it out with you, and you figured to have Braman shoot me when my back was turned! Ha, ha!" He swung his pistol on Corrigan; the big man gripped the arms of his chair and sat rigid, staring, motionless. For an instant there was no sound. And then Trevison laughed again. "Bah!" he said; "I can't use your methods! You're safe so long as you don't move."
That was the reason he had been so quiescent this far; it was why he made no objection when Braman passed his hands over his clothing in search of other weapons, after his pistol had been lifted from its holster by the banker. "Now get out of here and lock the doors!" ordered Corrigan. "And let nobody come in!" Braman retired, grinning expectantly.
"Oh, you might start a hotel here or something. And I'm thinking of blowing this joint. This town's booming, and it can stand a swell hotel in a few months." "You're on if I build a hotel. Shoot!" The clerk leaned closer, whispering: "She receives other men. You're not the only one." "Who?" The clerk laughed, and made a funnel of one hand. "The banker across the street Braman."
And shortly afterwards the locomotive glided silently away into the darkness toward that town in which a judge of the United States Court had, a few hours before, received orders which had caused him to remark, bitterly: "So does the past shape the future." Banker Braman went to bed on the cot in the back room shortly after Corrigan departed from Manti.
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