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We felt more and more that social injustice must cease, and cease forthwith. We felt we could not sleep upon it. At the end we clapped and murmured our applause and wanted badly to cheer. Then like a lancet stuck into a bladder came the heckling. Denson, that indolent, liberal-minded sceptic, did most of the questioning.
"Heavens!" he said, "don't tell me I'm to search all China, and Greece, and wherever the cabalistic pundits come from!" "Well, no," Hewitt answered with a smile. "I think I should, at any rate, begin in this country. I rather think you might make a beginning at Denson. That is what I should do if the case were mine.
Even Cal forgot, eventually, that he had asked a question which remained unanswered; what interest he had felt at first was smothered to death beneath that blanket of words, and he eagerly followed the boys out and over to Rusty Brown's place, where Denson, because of an old grudge against Rusty, might be trusted not to follow. "Mamma!"
If it was to make choice between two things for me, whether to punish Denson or get my tiamonts, then of course I take the tiamonts, and let Denson go I cannot be ruined. But with the police, if it is their choice, they catch the thief first, and hold him tight, whether it loses the property or not; the property is only second with them with me it is first and second, and all.
When at length I arrive, Denson has certainly gone, but there was an opportunity for that while the housekeeper was absent on the message to my office after all Samuel's agitation, and after he had carried his case to and from the brougham." "The whole thing is odd enough, certainly, and suspicious enough. Have you found anything else?" "Yes.
So I take no more risks than I can help, Mr. Hewitt. I have sent for you to get first the stones afterwards the thief if you can. But first my property; you can perhaps find Denson and make him give it up rather than go to prison. That would be better than having him taken and imprisoned, and perhaps the stones put away safe all the time ready for him when he came out."
"I was born in Simpson County, near old Westville, on a big farm what b'long to Marse Jack Berry. I was 12 years old when de surrender come, so my ole Mis' say. Her name was 'Mis Ailsey an' all us cullud folks call her 'Ole Mi's. She an' Old Marster had twelve chillun: Marthy, 'Lizabeth, Flavilia, Mary, Jack, Bill, Denson, Pink, Tally, Thomas, Albert, and Frank.
"One doesn't quibble," he said, returning to his rankling memory of Denson, "while men decay and starve." "But suppose," I said, suddenly dropping into opposition, "the alternative is to risk a worse disaster or do something patently futile." "I don't follow that," said Chris Robinson. "We don't propose anything futile, so far as I can see."
As you explained, it was probably because he feared somebody feared being stopped and searched on the day of the robbery not after, since it was plain he meant to return for his booty at night. Who could this have been, and why did Denson fear him? Mystery number one.
J. G. Whitmore chose the hay land, and trusted that providence would insure the water supply. Through all these years Flying U creek had never once disappointed him. Denson, who settled in the tributary coulee, had not made any difference in the water supply, and his stock had consisted of thirty or forty head of cattle and horses. When Denson sold, however, things might be different.
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