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Corrigan, the Judge, and Braman, carried the Judge's effects and stored them in the rear room of the bank building. "I'll build you a courthouse, tomorrow," he promised the Judge; "big enough for you and a number of deputies. You'll need deputies, you know." He grinned as the Judge shrank. Then, leaving the Judge in the room with his books and papers, Corrigan drew Braman outside.
When the cigar was going well, he looked at Braman. "What is Trevison?" Pale, still dizzy from the effects of the blow on the head, Braman, who was leaning heavily on the counter, smiled wryly: "He's a holy terror you ought to know that. He's a reckless, don't-give-a-damn fool who has forgotten there's such a thing as consequences. 'Firebrand' Trevison, they call him.
He was pointed out, it is true, as the man who had hurled banker Braman through the window of his bank building; there was a hazy understanding that he was having some sort of trouble with Corrigan over some land titles, but in the main Manti buzzed along, busy with its visions and its troubles, leaving Trevison with his.
"I've done it now," she murmured. "Braman Well, it serves him right!" Corrigan stopped in the barroom and got a drink. Then he walked to the front door and stood in it for an instant, finally stepping down into the street. Across the street in the banking room he saw a thin streak of light gleaming through a crevice in the doorway that led from the banking room to the rear.
Five minutes later, while Corrigan was talking with the deputies and Braman in the rear room of the bank building, Trevison was standing in the courthouse talking with Judge Lindman. The Judge stared out into the street at some members of the crowd that still lingered. "This town will be a volcano of lawlessness if it doesn't get a square deal from you, Lindman," said Trevison.
The banker watched, fearingly, as Trevison shoved the weapon into its holster. Corrigan stolidly followed his movements. The gun in its holster, Trevison leaned toward the banker. "I always knew you weren't straight, Braman. But we won't quarrel about that now. I just want you to know that when this arm of mine is right again, we'll try to square things between us.
Braman went again to the glass, Corrigan standing silently behind him. Standing before the glass, the banker was seized with a repetition of the sickening fear that had oppressed him at Corrigan's words upon his entrance. It seemed to him that there was a sinister significance behind Corrigan's present silence. A tension came between them, portentous of evil. Braman shivered, but the silence held.
When the banker came in an hour later, Corrigan was still seated at his desk. The banker smiled at him, and Corrigan motioned to him. Corrigan's voice was silky. "Where were you last night, Braman?" The banker's face whitened; his thoughts became confused, but instantly cleared when he observed from the expression of the big man's face that the question was, apparently, a casual one.
Broom handles will be barred that day." Braman was silent and uneasy as he watched Trevison reach into a pocket and withdraw a leather bill-book. From this he took a paper and tossed it in through the opening of the wire netting. "Cash it," he directed. "It's about the matter we were discussing when we were interrupted by our bloodthirsty friend, there."
Of course, any noise he might have made after that I wouldn't have noticed." "No, of course not," said Corrigan, passionlessly. "Well he's gone." He seemed to have dismissed the matter from his mind and Braman sighed with relief. But he watched Corrigan narrowly during the remainder of the time he stayed in the office, and when he went out, Braman shook a vindictive fist at his back.
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