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There's forty dollars a week in you this minute." Mrs. Burkhardt's head went up. Her mouth had fallen open, her eyes brightening as they widened. "Kit when you goin' back?" "To-morrow a week, honey if I live through it." "Could you help me your little lawyer your " "Remember, I ain't advising " "Could you, Kit, and to to get a start?"
He stood up, lighted the lamp, saw that all was well in the office and took his hat. A peremptory knock sounded on the door of the rear room. "Open up there, Martinez," a voice commanded. He stole thither, listened. "Who is it?" he asked. "Never mind. Open this door or I'll pull it down," came in hoarse tones he recognized as Burkhardt's.
But Burkhardt's explanation was never finished on that point, for Madden whipped the rolled handkerchief over his mouth and quickly knotted it behind, shutting off the flow of seething vituperative speech. If looks could slay, those he received from the prisoner's bloodshot maddened eyes would have dropped the sheriff in his tracks; as it was, they fell harmless against the law officer's person.
Haddo consented, and it appears that Burkhardt's book gives further proof, if it is needed, of the man's extraordinary qualities. The German confessed that on more than one occasion he owed his life to Haddo's rare power of seizing opportunities. But they quarrelled at last through Haddo's over-bearing treatment of the natives.
"Then we'll give him another dose of our medicine." "If I know anything about men, he told the truth," Sorenson said. "Well, if the girl has it, we've got to get it from her if I have to wring her neck to do it." It was Burkhardt's inflamed utterance. A pause followed. "Sorenson, your boy is engaged to her," Vorse stated. "Yes." "Then it's up to him to get it first thing in the morning.
"You doubtless know what I've been told," he stated, significantly. "No, I don't. I can only suspect." "Is it true you've been meeting this man Weir on the quiet? Meeting him while engaged to me? You know what I think of him, and what every other respectable person thinks of him." "Was that Mr. Burkhardt's report? That I am meeting Mr. Weir on the quiet, to use your words?" she countered.
On the hillside half a dozen men were picking themselves up and struggling wildly to flee. Nearer, a few other forms lay in the moonlight mangled and still, or mangled, and writhing in pain. Of all the rest nothing. Almost completely Burkhardt's predatory band had been blotted out. Weir's thunderbolt had struck down into its very heart, and it had vanished.
Nevertheless she had a heaviness of heart, a natural distress as to the unpleasantness in prospect; and had only the slightest hope that Ed would ignore or refuse to hear Burkhardt's story. The man would tell her lover, of that she might rest assured, out of hatred for the engineer if for no other reason.
By to-morrow the Governor may have soldiers stationed in your houses and in your streets, for the prisoners are now the prisoners of the state, arrested for stealing cattle " That was a happy inspiration. Had Weir stated the whole category of Sorenson's and Burkhardt's crimes, including murder and dynamiting, he could not have struck so shrewdly as in naming the sin of cattle-stealing.
He kills wantonly, when there can be no possible excuse, for the mere pleasure of it; and to Burkhardt's indignation frequently shot beasts whose skins and horns they did not even trouble to take. When antelope were so far off that it was impossible to kill them, and the approach of night made it useless to follow, he would often shoot, and leave a wretched wounded beast to die by inches.
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