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"I've seen a few in my time." Some of the bandits nodded gloomily. "Aw!" burst out Red Pearce. "Gulden never seen a ghost in his life. If he seen Creede he's seen him ALIVE!" "Shore you're right, Red," agreed Jesse Smith. "But, men Cleve brought in Creede's belt and we've divided the gold," said Kells. "You all know Creede would have to be dead before that belt could be unbuckled from him.
"This fellow Creede wears a heavy belt of gold. Blicky never makes a mistake. Creede's partner left on yesterday's stage for Bannack. He'll be gone a few days. Creede is a hard worker-one of the hardest. Sometimes he goes to sleep at his supper. He's not the drinking kind. He's slow, thick-headed. The best time for this job will be early in the evening just as soon as his lights are out.
"No! You're way off, Gulden," replied Kells, earnestly. "That boy is absolutely square. He's lied to me about Creede. But I can excuse that. He lost his nerve. He's only a youngster. To knife a man in his sleep that was too much for Jim!... And I'm glad! I see it all now. Jim's swapped his big nugget for Creede's belt. And in the bargain he exacted that Creede hit the trail out of camp.
"That's Swope and Co. the Sheepmen's Protective Association coming over to rescue companero." A line of rapidly moving specks proved the truth of his observation, and Creede's shoulders shook with laughter as he noted their killing pace. "I tumbled to the idee the minute I set eyes on that cow's horn," he said. "It's like this.
Jefferson Creede's face was all aglow when he finally rode up beside Hardy; he grinned triumphantly upon horse and man as if they had won money for him in a race; and Hardy, roused at last from his reserve, laughed back out of pure joy in his possessions. "How's that for a horse?" he cried, raising his voice above the thud of hoofs.
In idle moments he sometimes wondered what had been in that unread letter which he had burned with Creede's, but he never wrote in answer, and his heart seemed still and dead.
I couldn't quite lick the whole town, but I tried; and I certainly gave 'em a run for their money, while it lasted. If Bender don't date time from Jeff Creede's big drunk I miss my guess a mile. And you know, after I got over bein' fightin' drunk, I got cryin' drunk but I never did get drunk enough to tell my troubles, thank God! The fellers think I'm sore over bein' sheeped out.
As the full import of that revelation imparted itself to Alvan Creede's understanding he visibly shuddered. For the child could not have heard a word of the conversation.
"Oh, I do!" exclaimed Lucy Ware quickly, as Creede's face changed, and for a moment the big cowboy stood looking at them gravely. "That's good," he said, smiling approvingly at Lucy; and then, turning to Kitty Bonnair, he said: "You want to learn, then." But Kitty was not amenable to the suggestion. "No!" she cried, stamping her foot. "I don't!
Mrs. Creede stood by her husband, regarding him with surprise and anxiety. "For Heaven's sake," she said, "what ails you?" Mr. Creede's ailment having no obvious relation to the interests of the better land he did not apparently deem it necessary to expound it on that demand; he said nothing merely stared.
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