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Updated: May 19, 2025
But it was all wasted effort Trevison won't have me he's through. And I'm through. I'm not going to try any more. I'm going back East, after I get rested. You fight it out with Trevison. But I warn you, he'll beat you and I wish he would! As for that beast, Braman, I wish Ah, let him go, Jeff," she advised, noting the cold fury in his eyes. "That's all right," he said with a dry laugh.
An instant later the three were standing in the middle of a large room, empty except for a cot upon which Braman slept, some clothing hanging on the walls, a bench and a chair. Corrigan ordered the banker to clear the room. When that had been done, Corrigan spoke again to the banker: "Get his gun." A snapping alertness of the eyes indicated that Trevison knew what was coming.
All he wants to do is to steal the whole county. He'll do it, too, if we don't head him off. I'll tell you more about him in a minute. There's another of his stripe." He pointed to Braman, who cringed. "I threw him out through the window, where the sunlight could shine on him. He tried to shoot me in the back the big crook here, framed up on me. I want you all to know what you're up against.
The expression maddened the other beyond endurance, and his eyes danced the chill glitter of meditated violence, unrecking consequences. "You're a sneaking crook, Corrigan, and you know it! You're going too far! You've had Braman appointed in order to escape the responsibility! You're hiding behind him like a coward! Come out into the open and fight like a man!"
Braman was mistaken, for why, in the name of common-sense, should he, a lawyer of standing, desire to forge Hubert's name, particularly when he himself held an unrecorded deed of the same property, and could have executed a good conveyance to Levitan had the latter so desired. Such a performance would have been utterly without an object.
Braman was forced to do much explaining, and concluded by reading the telegram to her. She drew everything out of him except the story of the fight. "Well," she said in the end, "I suppose I shall have to go. So his name is 'Brand' Trevison. And he won't permit the men to work. Why did Mr. Corrigan destroy the check?" Braman evaded, but the girl thought she knew.
Corrigan watched the operator send the message and then he returned to the bank building, where he found Braman setting out a meager lunch in the rear room. The two men talked as they ate, mostly about Trevison, and the banker's face did not lose its worried expression.
Braman who, upon her arrival, immediately and without hesitation, positively identified the defendant, H. Huffman Browne, as the person who had executed the papers before her an hour or so before. The case on its face seemed clear enough. Browne had apparently deliberately forged William R. Hubert's name, and it did not even seem necessary that Mr.
Braman did not find it necessary to ligate, but was able to check the hemorrhage with lint and persulphate of iron, in powder, with pressure. After fourteen hours the wound was closed; the patient recovered, and was returned to duty in a short time.
"Clay Levins," he said, finally. "Can you find him?" "Why, he's in town today; I saw him not more than fifteen minutes ago, going into the Elk!" "Find him and bring him here by the back way," directed Corrigan. Braman went out, wondering. A few minutes later he returned, coming in at the front door, smiling with triumph.
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