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Norton accepted the act in all that it implied to his suspicions and sent out word to Cutter, Brocky Lane, and those of his own and Brocky's cowboys whom he counted on. Galloway's second step, known only to himself and Florrie, was a private meeting with the banker's daughter.
I don't believe that there are ten people living who know of them; so Galloway, hiding his stuff out there was playing just as safe as a man can play when he plays the game crooked, anyway." "But won't he guess something when he misses Moraga?" "I don't think so." Norton shook his head. "Tom Cutter and Brocky made Moraga talk.
"Well, I went there to make a fire in the ol' fireplace an' sit an' think things over. But I got to tell you about a feller name of Johnny Mills. You didn't know him; he's workin' for the Brocky Lane outfit now.
Patten doesn't guess yet that it was the blow Moraga gave me the other night which came so close to ringing down the sable curtains for me." "Moraga?" she asked with quickened interest. "Not the same Moraga who shot Brocky Lane?" "The same little old Moraga," he assured her lightly.
And his men, seeing him go down, cried out to one another and drew back into the mountain cañons. "Funny thing," said Brocky Lane afterward. "Had the picture of a kid of a girl in his pocket! Must have carted it around for a year. Old Roddy's bullet tore right square through it." It was a picture of Florrie Engle, taken years before. As Brocky said: "Just a kid of a girl."
Such was Brocky Lane whose cowboy had loaned Steve a horse which had been killed on the Red Creek road. Young Packard promptly paid for the animal and resumed auld lang syne with the hearty, generous Brocky Lane. What men had to say of him came last of all to Steve.
So he made a detour and looked in on Brocky Lane first, then on Rod Norton. Both old friends were glad to see him and gave him hard brown hands in grips that were good to feel. But they merely shook their heads when he mentioned his errand. Lane had sold a few head last week; Norton was afraid that he would have to make a sacrifice sale himself.
"In particular you don't want Jim Galloway to know?" "In particular I don't want Jim Galloway to so much as suspect that Brocky Lane or Tom Cutter or myself have any interest in Mt. Temple," he said emphatically. "But if the man who shot him is one of Galloway's crowd, as you say. . . ." "He'll do no talking for a while.
Norton," she told him, "since, further, Mr. Engle indorses all that you are doing, I believe that I can go blindfolded a little. I'd rather do that than have you forced against your better judgment to place confidence in a stranger." "That's fair of you," he said heartily. "But there are certain matters which you will have to be told. Brocky Lane has been shot down by one of Jim Galloway's crowd.
"Do you know who this little girl turns out to be? She's Brocky Day's girl. Surely you remember Brocky Day?" But "Pussy" was still haranguing the town selectman upon his crimes of omission and could not give her attention to Janice. "Anyhow, dear, won't you come and see us? Pussy's disturbed a mite now; but she'll love to have you come, too.
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