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Courthorne laughed a little, though there was something unpleasant in his eyes. "When I first came out to this country I should have resented that," he said. "Now, it seems to me that I'm putting too much in your hands if I make the whole thing clear before you commit yourself in any way." Winston nodded. "In fact, you have got to trust me. You can do so safely."
What has a mark on my face to do with you?" "Nothing," said Winston quietly. "Will you go through the conditions again?" Courthorne nodded. "I pay you one hundred dollars now," he said. "You ride south to-morrow along the Montana trail and take the risk of the troopers overtaking you. You will remain away a fortnight at my expense, and pass in the meanwhile for me.
That is all I have to tell you, except that if any undesirable version of the affair gets about, Courthorne or I will assuredly find you." Then there was a scream of the whistle, and the train rolled away with Ferris standing white with fury on the platform of a car. In the meanwhile Maud Barrington spent a sleepless night.
Then he was shown into a bare log-walled hall, where a young man in blue uniform, with a weather-darkened face was writing at a table. "I've been partly expecting a visit," he said. "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Courthorne." Winston laughed with a very good intimation of the outlaw's recklessness, and wondered the while because it cost him no effort.
A faint sparkle crept into Winston's eyes. It was not hope, but rather the grim anticipation of the man offered a better weapon when standing with his back to the wall. "Yes," he said slowly. "I would do almost anything." "Even if it was against the law?" Winston sat silent for almost a minute, but there was no indecision in his face, which slightly perplexed Courthorne. "Yes," he said.
I'm only a small man, but I wish it was five," he said. "I'll make it that much, and see the others do their share," said Dane, and then glanced at the broker with a curious smile. "How does he do it this and other things? He was never a business man!" Graham nodded. "He can't help it. It was born in him. You and I can figure and plan, but Courthorne is different the right thing comes to him.
"Your hand is a tolerably good one so long as you are willing to sacrifice yourself, but it has its weak points, and there is one thing I could not tolerate," he said. "What is that?" Courthorne laughed wickedly. "You wish me to be explicit? Maud Barrington is devilishly pretty, but it is quite out of the question that you should ever marry her."
The lawyer nodded. "There is nothing to be gained by endeavoring to controvert it. Colonel Barrington is also, as you know, a somewhat determined gentleman." Winston laughed, for he was essentially a stubborn man, and felt little kindliness towards any one connected with Courthorne, as the Colonel evidently was. "I fancy I am not entirely unlike him in that respect," he said.
Graham had much to tell them when they sat down to the somewhat elaborate meal Winston termed supper that night, and he nodded approvingly when Dane held out his glass of champagne and touched his comrade's. "I'm not fond of speeches, Courthorne, and I fancy our tastes are the same," he said.
"I remembered," said the other with a groan, "remembered I was Trooper Shannon, an' dropped the carbine into the wagon. Courthorne wheels the black horse round, an' I saw the red line across the face of him." "'You'll be sorry for this, my lad, says he." "He's a dangerous man," Payne said, thoughtfully. "Pat, you came near being a ass that day.
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