Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 19, 2025
North of him the hills lifted above the sage, angling with the directions so that four miles along the Three Bar road that branched off to the left would bring him to their foot and a like distance along the main fork saw its termination at Brill's store, situated in a dent in the base of the hills, the end of the Coldriver Trail.
"I'm going to Noches to see if I cayn't find out something. It don't look reasonable to me that those fellows could disappear, bag and baggage, into a hole and draw it in after them." "What about Brill's story that he saw them at the Pass?" the girl asked. "He may have seen four men, but he ce'tainly didn't see Larrabie Keller.
"It's hell for her to just sit there and watch it burn." He caught two of the saddled horses that had carried the men from Brill's and crossed over to where she sat. "Let's ride down to the field," he said. "And see what's got to be done. I expect a week's work will repair that part of it all right." She gazed at him in amazement.
Then straight as an arrow from a bow he rushed for the goal line, crossed it, and sank limply down in front of the grandstand. "Hurrah for Dick Rover!" "Say, wasn't that a dandy run?" "Those brothers can certainly play!" "It's Brill's game now! Roxley is going to pieces!" Amid a great din the leather was taken down into the field and the goal was kicked. "Want to get out of the game?"
A score of times they had stood so, never tiring of the view afforded from this spot, a view which spoke of Three Bar progress and future prosperity. The hands had come in from the round-up the night before, prior to the return of Harris and Waddles from their mysterious two-day trip in response to the sheriff's message, and Evans had led them to Brill's for a night of play.
"For my part," Neil broke in almost angrily, "I'm due in September at Erskine, and unless Paul's changed his mind since yesterday so's he." The Robinson coach raised his eyebrows in simulated surprise. "Ah," he said slowly, "Erskine?" "Yes, Erskine," answered Neil rather discourteously. A faint flush of displeasure crept into Mr. Brill's cheeks, but he smiled as pleasantly as ever.
They were old friends and the girl knew that Alden would help her in any possible way. The sheriff turned to Harris. "I see you've settled down to a steady job, Cal, instead of browsing round the hills alone. I run across Horne at Brill's and he was telling me about some one gunning for you from the brush. Morrow, he says. Do you want me to pick Morrow up?"
Men were discussing it wherever they met; in Coldriver they were speculating on the possible results, the same in the railroad towns; across the Idaho line and south into Utah it was the topic of the day. And the single patron of Brill's store found the same question uppermost in his mind.
"Give us time and this community will turn pure and spotless. I don't mind any man's owing me if he stands a fair show to go on living." The sheriff dropped in for one of his infrequent visits to Brill's. He waved all hands to a drink. "I've just been out to the Three Bar to see Harris," he announced. "And asked him about this news that's been floating about.
That they were going to circle in and out among the tangle of hills until they were opposite the miscreant, she knew, but in spite of Brill's promise she had a heart of water. With trembling fingers she raised the glasses again, and focused them on that point which was to be the centre of the drama. The man was moving about now, quite unconscious of the danger that menaced him.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking