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"Have you got that down on paper?" demanded Hart. "Yes." Bob caught his friend's hand. "I reckon the long lane has turned for you, old socks. I can't tell you how damn glad I am. Doble needed killin', but I'd rather you hadn't done it." The other man made no comment on this phase of the situation. "This brings Dug Doble out into the open at last. He'll come pretty near going to the pen for this."
Other evidence accumulated. Cryptic remarks of Doble made during the day. His anxiety to see Steelman immediately. A certain manner of ill-repressed triumph whenever he mentioned Sanders or Crawford. These bolstered Shorty's growing opinion that the man had deliberately fired the chaparral from a spirit of revenge. Shorty was an outlaw and a bad man.
Doble staggered, steadied himself, and fired. The forty-fives roared. Yellow flames and smoke spurted. The bulldog barked. Dave's parlor toy had come into action. Out of the battle Shorty and Sanders came erect and uninjured. Doble was lying on the ground, his revolver smoking a foot or two from the twitching, outstretched hand. The outlaw was dead before Shorty turned him over.
The horse's hoofs pounded down the road in pursuit. Sanders was riding the same bronco he had used to follow the horsethieves. It had been under a saddle most of the time for a week and was far from fresh. Before he had gone a mile he knew that the foreman would catch up with him. He was riding for Gunsight Pass. It was necessary to get there before Doble reached him.
"Did you?" Dave's voice was light and careless. "You can go hunt a job somewheres else. You're through with me." "I'll hate to part with you." "Don't get heavy, young fellow." "No," answered Dave with mock meekness. Doble sat down in a chair to wait. He had no intention of leaving until Dave had settled.
I'll meet him any time, any way, an' when I turn my back on him he'll be ready for the coroner." "I believe you, Dug. No need to tell me you're not afraid of him, for " "Afraid of him!" bellowed Doble, eyes like live coals. "Say that again an' I'll twist yore head off." Steelman did not say it again. He pushed the bottle toward his guest and said other things.
Byington, at this moment, sauntered into the assembly. He looked around in simulated surprise. "Must be bath night over at you-all's camp, Dug. You look kinda drookid yore own self, as you might say." Doble swore savagely. He pointed with a shaking finger at Sanders, who was standing silently in the background. "Tha's the man who's responsible for this. Think I don't know? That jail bird!
Seems they got an offer for him and Doble wants to sell. Miller he says no." "Yes?" "I'll tell 'em a friend asked for 'em. What name?" "Yes, do. Jim Smith." "The fat old gobbler's liable to drop in any time now." This seemed a good reason to Mr. Jim Smith, alias David Sanders, for dropping out. He did not care to have Miller know just yet who the kind friend was that had inquired for him.
He must get out of the country before the hue and cry started. He could not count on more than a few hours before the chase began. First, he must get rid of the child. Then he wanted to go to a certain tendejon where he would meet his sweetheart and say good-bye to her. It was all very well for Doble to speak of taking him to town or to the road. Juan meant to do neither.
G.F. Doble, the Divisional Intelligence Officer, to visit the new area in front. We found D.H.Q. established in a wonderful series of huts south-west of Vélu Wood. These had been the H.Q. of some German Corps, and wonderfully well barricaded they were. Inside each hut, which was panelled with wood, there was a sliding panel which admitted to a deep shelter dugout beneath.
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