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He drew his revolver with a quick jerk that seemed nothing more than a slight movement of the shoulder. Quick as he was and few in the cattlemen's baronies were ahead of him there Macdonald was quicker. The muzzle of Chadron's pistol was still in the leather when Macdonald's weapon was leveled at his eyes. "Drop that gun!"
There was a conclusiveness in Chadron's tone as he said that. It spoke of a large understanding between men of a kind. "Sure," grunted the man Mark, nodding his head at the chimney. "You want a man to work from the willers, without no muss or gun-flashin', or rough houses or loud talk."
Still suspicious, his face as white as it would have been in death, he reached back with his free hand to open the door. "I told you he'd git me," nodded Thorn, with something near to exultation in the vindication of his reading of the cards. "I give you a chance no man's money ain't a-goin' to shut my mouth now!" "I'll shut it, damn you!" Chadron's voice was dry-sounding and far up in his throat.
Banjo seemed to droop with humiliation. Chuckles and derisive words were heard among Chadron's train. The little musician hung his bandaged head. "Oh, you ortn't be hard on Banjo, he means well," Mrs. Chadron pleaded. "He can stay here and scratch the pigs," Chadron returned, in his brutal way. "We've got to go now, old lady, but we'll be back before morning, and we'll bring Nola.
Lassiter," she confessed, hanging her head like a corrected child. "He can't hear you now," said Tom. They rode on a little way. Tom told her of the other outrages for which Thorn was accountable in that settlement. She was amazed as deeply as she was shocked to hear of this, for if any word of it had come to the post, it had been kept from her. Neither was it ever mentioned in Chadron's home.
But she had no tears to pour out over him now. Only a great hardness in her heart against Saul Chadron, and a wild desire to lift her hand and strike him low. Whether Major King would make her attempt against Chadron's life, or her interference with his military expedition his excuse for placing her under guard, remained for the future to develop.
He frowned at Major King, who had stood by in silence all the time, like a good soldier, his eyes straight ahead. Major King touched Chadron's arm. "This way, sir, if you please," he said. Chadron started out, wrathfully and noisily. Half-way to the door he turned, his dark face sneering in contemptuous scorn. "Yes, you're one hell of a colonel!" he said.
Chadron's outstretched arms. With that change of position there was a sharp movement in the muffling blanket, two arms reached up with the quick clutching of a falling child, and clasped him about the neck. Then a sharp cry of waking recognition, and Nola was sobbing on her mother's breast. Alan Macdonald said no word.
He cut his course to bring himself into the public highway a government road, it was that ran northward up the river, the road along which Chadron's men had pursued him the night of the ball. He meant to strike it some miles to the north of Chadron's homestead, for he was not looking for any more trouble than he was carrying that day. He proceeded swiftly, but cautiously, watching for his man.
"If I was in command of this post, sir, you'd never have to ask twice for troops," he said. Chadron's sudden interest seemed to give him the movement of a little start. His grip on the young officer's hand tightened as he bent a searching look into his eyes. "King, I believe you!" he said. Nola came pattering down the stairs.
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