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Bostil gazed at his chief rider. "Wal, I reckon we didn't kill Sears, after all," replied Holley. "I wasn't never sure." "Lord! Cordts an' Sears in camp," ejaculated Bostil, and he began to pace the room. "No, they're gone now," said Brackton. "Take it easy, boss. Sit down," drawled Holley. "The King is safe, an' all the racers. I swear to thet.
Cordts's dark, evil, haunting face swung round. Both men became lax and plunged, and separated. The dust rose from the rough steps. Then the dark forms shot down Cordts falling sheer and straight, Hutchinson headlong, with waving arms down and down, vanishing in the depths. No sound came up.
Wal, I was worried some, but all I could do was lock up my guns. Last night I caught him confabin' with some men out in the dark, behind the store. They all skedaddled except Joel, but I recognized Cordts. I didn't like this, nuther. Joel was surly an' ugly.
"You're wantin' Cordts to split on the trail?" asked Joel. "Sure. He'll ketch up with you sometime. But you needn't be afeared if he does." "I ain't a-goin' to do thet." "Why not?" Creech demanded, slowly, with a rising voice. "I'm a-goin' with you. What d'ye mean, Dad, by this move? You'll be headin' back fer the Ford. An' we'd git safer if we go the other way."
"Oh, thank God!" she whispered, in the shock of blessed relief. "I thought you were Cordts!" "Keep quiet," he whispered back, sternly, and with rough hand he shook her. Lucy awoke to realities. Something evil menaced her, even though this man was not Cordts. Her mind could not grasp it. She was amazed stunned. She struggled to speak, yet to keep within that warning command.
Bostil enjoyed this hugely until he caught the strange intensity of regard in the cavernous eyes of Cordts. That gave him a shock. Cordts had long wanted this girl as much probably as he wanted Sage King. There were dark and terrible stories that stained the name of Cordts. Bostil regretted his impulse in granting the horse-thief permission to attend the races.
A strange change seemed manifest in his long form. It did not seem instinct with effort. Yet it moved. Hutchinson also was acting strangely, yelling, heaving, wrestling. But he could not help Cordts. He lifted violently, raised Cordts a little, and then appeared to be in peril of losing his balance. Cordts leaned against the cliff. Then it dawned upon Slone that Lucy had hit the horse-thief.
A hoss-thief turnin' honest jest to see a race! Beats me! Bostil, it's a cheap way to get at least a little honesty from Cordts. An' refusin' might rile him bad. When all's said Cordts ain't as bad as he could be." "I'll let him come," replied Bostil, breathing deep. "But it'll be hard to see him, rememberin' how he's robbed me, an' what he's threatened.
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