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Now, I wonder whether you could make it fifteen hundred dollars." "No," said Winston. "Stay if it pleases you." Courthorne shook his head. "I don't know that it would. You don't do it badly, Winston." He went out by another door, almost as the grizzled sergeant came in and stood still, looking at the master of the homestead. "I haven't seen you since I came here, Mr.
Any way, it's time we went in, and as Larry's here I shouldn't wonder if we saw Courthorne again before the morning." The icy cold went through them to the bone as they left the stables, and it was a relief to enter the loghouse which was heated to fustiness by the glowing stove.
She turned away almost abruptly, and Winston stood still with one hand closed tightly and a little deeper tint in the bronze of his face, sensible at once of an unchanged resolution and a horrible degradation. Then he saw that the Colonel had helped Miss Barrington into the saddle and her niece was speaking. "I have something to ask Mr. Courthorne and will overtake you," she said.
"I believe the man is honest, and he is a guest of mine, or I should have dressed him down," he said. "I don't like the way things are going, Dane, and the fact is we must find accommodation somewhere, because now I have to pay out so much on my ward's account to that confounded Courthorne it is necessary to raise more dollars than the banks will give me.
Then a breathless shout rang out, "Pull up or I'll fire." Winston wondered if the threat was genuine or what is termed "bluff" in that country, but, as he had decided objections to being shot in the back to please Courthorne, sent his heels home.
"I meant it as a hint that it would be wise of you to come to terms with me." "I have done so already. You made the bargain." "Well," said Courthorne, smiling, "a contract may be modified at any time when both parties are willing." "One is not," said Winston dryly. "You heard my terms, and nothing that you can urge will move me a hairsbreadth from them."
You can put my furs on, and anybody who saw you and knew the horse would certify it was me." "And where will you be?" "Here," said Courthorne dryly. "The boys will have no use for me until they want a guide, but they'll leave an unloaded pack horse handy, and, as it wouldn't suit any of us to make my connection with them too plain, it will be a night or two later when I join them.
"You have been very patient, Sergeant, and it's rough on you that the one man you can lay your hands upon is slipping away from you," he said. "You'll see by my deposition that Winston thought me as dead as the rest of you did." Stimson nodded to the magistrate. "I heard what was read, and it is confirmed by the facts I have picked up," he said. Then Courthorne turned to Barrington.
"He doesn't seem in any way friendly or civil." Winston nodded as he went on, wondering with a grim expectancy whether Courthorne had returned again. If he had, he felt in a mood for very direct speech with him. His visitor was, however, not Courthorne. Winston could see that at a glance, although the room was dim. "I don't seem to know you, but I'll get a light in a minute," he said.
"Get your spurs in! Shove him forward for your life," he said. There was a momentary struggle on the slippery planking, and, almost as its hind hoofs overhung the edge, Winston dragged the horse away. Courthorne swung himself out of the saddle, left the farmer the bridle, and glanced behind him at the gap. Then he turned, and the two men looked at each other steadily.
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