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When Fendrick heard that the commissioners had condemned a right of way for a road through his homestead he unloaded on the desert air a rich vocabulary. For here would have been a simple way out of his trouble if he had only thought of it. Instead of which he had melodramatically kidnapped his enemy and put himself within reach of the law and of Cullison's vengeance.
While he and Maloney were sitting opposite each other at the New Orleans Hash House waiting for a big steak with onions he asked questions. "I don't savvy Cullison's play. Whyfor is he digging up two thousand for me? How does he know I won't cut my stick for Mexico?" "How do I know it?" "Well, do you?" Maloney helped himself to the oyster crackers to pass the time. "Sure I do." "How?" "Search me.
There's some evidence against you enough to justify me." "You want to get me out of Cullison's way. That's all." "If you like to put it so." "I won't stand for it. That ain't square." "You'll stand for it, my friend. I gave you a chance to clear out and you wouldn't take it." "I wouldn't because I couldn't. Don't make any mistake about this. I'm not looking for Luck. I'm attending to my business.
You haven't even proved he took Mr. Cullison's hat; you've merely showed he may have done it." "We've given you a motive and some evidence. How much more do you want?" Curly demanded. "Hold your hawses a while, Flandrau, and look at this thing reasonable. You're all prejudiced for Cullison and against Fendrick. Talk about evidence!
Cullison's gaze had never left him. It observed, weighed, appraised. "Good enough. We'll start." He left Sweeney to answer the telephone while he was away. All of his other riders were already out combing the hills under supervision of Curly. Luck had waited with Sam only to get some definite information before starting. Now he had his lead.
The man who had saved Cullison's life, after a long talk with Blackwell, had gone out of the Jack of Hearts and had not returned so far as she knew. For her former husband had sent her on an errand just before the prisoner was taken away and she did not know who had helped him. Kate was silent. "How would this do for an explanation?" he suggested lazily.
He struck a match and held it for the sheepman before using it himself. Relaxed in his chair, Fendrick spoke with rather elaborate indolence. "What's your evidence, Bucky? You can't hold me without any. What have you got that ties me to the W. & S. robbery?" "Why, that hat play, Cass? You let on you had shot Cullison's hat off his head while he was making his getaway.
No, I'm for a still hunt. Let Cass ride around and meet his partners in this deal. We'll keep an eye on him all right." "Maybe you're right," Kate admitted with a sigh. Sheriff Bolt, though a politician, was an honest man. It troubled him that Cullison's friends believed him to be a partisan in a matter of this sort. For which reason he met more than half way Curly's overtures.
The Scotchman wanted to discuss the robbery, but was shy about attacking the subject. While he boggled at it, Bolt was off on another tack. Inside of a quarter of an hour the sheriff had found out all he wanted to know about the poker game, Cullison's financial difficulties, and the news that Luck had liquidated his poker debt since breakfast time.
They argued it out, but Curly was set and could not be moved. He dressed in young Cullison's clothes and with Maloney took the express at 9:57. Davis remained to guard Sam. Curly's watch showed 10:17 when the wheels began to grind from the setting of the air brakes. He was in the last sleeper, Dick in the day coach near the front.
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