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Amelius listened without conviction. "It's certainly useless to make a secret of the matter now," he said; "but I don't see my way to making it more public still." He paused, and looked at Mr. Hethcote. "It so happens, sir," he resumed, "that this unfortunate affair is an example of some of the Rules of our Community, which I had not had time to speak of, when Mr. Dingwell here joined us.
He ran to the horse and flung himself into the saddle, but before the animal had moved two steps some one had it by the bridle. Another man caught Dingwell by the arm and dragged him from the saddle. Before Dave could scramble to his feet again, something heavy fell upon his head and shook him to the heels. A thousand lights flashed in zigzags before his eyes. He sank back into unconsciousness.
The sound of voices brought them up in their tracks. They listened. A whine was in one voice; in the other was crisp command. "Looks like some one done beat us to it," drawled Dingwell. "We'll move on and see what's doing." They topped the brow of a hill. A bow-legged little man with his back to them was facing Dan Meldrum. "I'm going along with yez as far as the border.
"I don't get you, Hal. What has he got to do with it?" "Thought maybe you could tell me that. He's in the park now." "In the park?" "Yes and Jess Tighe knows it." "What's he doing here?" But even as he asked the other man, Dingwell guessed the answer. Not an hour before he had caught a glimpse of a white, strained face at the window. He knew now whose face it was.
"Now, take your friend and both of you hit the trail out of town," ordered the cattleman. Blair had by this time got to his feet and was leaning stupidly on a chair. His companion helped him from the room. At the door he turned and glared at Dingwell. "You're going to pay for this and pay big," he spat out, his voice shaking with rage. "Oh, that's all right," answered Dingwell easily.
If I keep my tongue still, I do not talk myself into trouble. Not so, Berta?" The pippin-cheeked little woman nodded her head sagely. In the course of the next few days Roy rode to and fro over the park trying to sell his windmill to the ranchers. He secured two orders and the tentative promise of others. But he gained no clue as to the place where Dingwell was hidden.
The night was young yet, and in any case the Legal Tender never closed. The key had been thrown away ten years before. He could sit it out as long as the Rutherfords could. Dingwell was confident no move would be made against him in public. The sentiment of the community had developed since that distant day when the Rutherford gang had shot down Jack Beaudry in open daylight.
She did not know what to think now. Rutherford set himself to clear away her suspicions. He chose to do it by telling the exact truth. "Now you may still believe me, honey. The robbery was planned by Tighe. I'll not mention the names of those in it. The day after it was pulled off, I heard of it for the first time. Dave Dingwell knew too much. To protect my friends I had to bring him up here.
'You will come back to me, she whispered and kissed me on the forehead, before them all. When I looked up again, she was gone. I have neither seen her nor heard from her since. It's all told, gentlemen and some of it has distressed me in the telling. Let me go away for a minute by myself, and look at the sea." Oh, Rufus Dingwell, it is such a rainy day!
Somewhere in the range back of them the pursuers were combing the hills, and into those very hills the bandits had to go to disappear in their mountain haunts. Even before reaching the park Dingwell had guessed the robbers would separate here and strike each for individual safety. But what had they done with the loot? That was the thing that puzzled him. They had divided the gold here.
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