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By some evil chance, D.W. Perley overheard that statement which proceeded out of Broderick's momentary irritation. Perley was a man of small renown, a lawyer, politician and a whilom friend of Terry. Instantly he seized the opportunity to force a quarrel, and, in Terry's name, demanded "satisfaction." Broderick was half amused at first, but in the end retorted angrily.
But fresh hope leaped up into her heart, though she could scarce believe her ears when Broderick's voice in answer was like the snarl of a beast, harsh with anger, snapping out his words fiercely: "Come out here. I want to talk with you outside. And, for God's sake, man, hurry!" Pollard, too, started. Bud King looked up with wondering eyes from his swinging hat.
And though Lincoln wisely held his peace warned all the States which hummed with wild secession talk that their aggression alone could disrupt the Union the wily Stanton, through the machinery of the War Department, prepared with quiet grimness for the coming struggle. Herbert Waters, after Broderick's death, returned to Windham's office.
She knew it from the silence which followed the curt finality of Broderick's retort and from the scraping of chair legs followed by the sound of the men pacing back and forth and speaking in new, unguarded tones. Now their conversation came to her for the first time. "You'll be going out tonight, Dalton?" Pollard asked. "No. The first thing in the morning." "And you, Broderick?"
McKibben repeated, "Are you ready, Dave?" in an undertone. Broderick looked up with nervous and apologetic haste, "Yes, yes, quite ready," he replied. "One," called Colton. Broderick's pistol spoke. Discharged apparently before aim could be taken; his bullet struck the ground at Terry's feet. Broderick, now defenseless, waited quietly. "Two," the word came.
Early in the evening Benito was called out to the bedside of an ailing client, who desired him to write a will. After he was gone, young Waters turned to Alice. "You were a friend of Mr. Broderick's," he said impulsively. "He often spoke of you ... and once, not long before he died, he said to me: 'Herbert, when your soul's in trouble, go to Alice Windham ..." Mrs.
"Publish it in the Bulletin," returned Nesbitt decisively. "We're going to stir things up." They walked along together, Broderick's head bent in thought. Everywhere people were discussing the evening's tragedy. More than once "Judge Lynch's" name was mentioned threateningly. About the jail men swarmed, coming and going in an excited human tide.
"You've been square with me, Buck. I want to be square with you.... There's a frame-up to get you. Now don't stop me an' I'll talk as fast as I can. It hurts me to talk much." He pressed a thin hand upon his side, paused a moment, and then went on. "I think Broderick's the man as has been putting over most of the stick-ups around here for quite some time. Him and Pollard in together.
Curse him, won't he turn his hand to help a friend?" "Easy, Billy," said the Sheriff. "Broderick's never been your friend; you know that well enough. Your boss, perhaps. But even so, he couldn't help you. No one can.... This town's gone mad." "What d'ye mean?" asked Casey in a frightened whisper. "Billy," spoke the Sheriff, "have a drink."
Among the politicians were many men of brains, especially those affiliated with the "Chivalry" faction, as it was known Southern men whose object it was to introduce slavery into California. These were fiery, fearless, eloquent and quick at stratagem. There was also Broderick's Tammany organization, an almost perfect political machine, though as yet in the formative stage.
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