"Don't forget this," went on Scottie, having Jeff's attention. "Andy is workin' to keep Dozier alive. Why? Dozier's the law, isn't he? Then Andy wants to make up with the law. He wants to sneak out. He wants to turn state's evidence!" The deadly phrase shocked Jeff Rankin a pace back toward soberness. "I never thought," he began. "You're too straight to think of it. Take another look at Lanning.
Always supposing that he could pass Twin Falls and the fringe of towns in the hills, without being recognized and the alarm sent out. Going back up the road toward the ravine at a brisk canter, he pursued the illuminating comparison between Sally and Dozier's famous Gray Peter.
The restaurant owner brought Dozier's order, and then the coffee and the cigar to Andrew, and while the deputy continued to look with dumb fascination at Andrew with swift side glances, Andrew finished his second cup. He bit off the end of his cigar, asked for his check, and paid it, and then felt his nerves crumble and go to pieces.
"What you have told me," she said, "means more than you may think to me. Have you come all this distance to tell me?" "All this distance to talk?" he said. He seemed to sit back and wonder. "Have I traveled four days?" he went on. "Has Gray Peter died, and have I been under Hal Dozier's rifle only to speak to you?" He suddenly recalled himself. "No, no! I have come to give you a wedding present."
He had dropped the reins, and Andrew, with a mad intention of proving that he himself did not make the first move toward his weapon, had folded his arms. He did not move through the freezing instant that followed. Not until there was a convulsive jerk of Dozier's elbow did he stir his folded arms. Then his right arm loosened, and the hand flashed down to his holster.
Dozier, and I expect if you send word up to Hallowell in the mountains they can " So Hal Dozier had brought the notices himself. Andrew, in that moment, became perfectly calm. He went back to the hotel, and, resting one elbow on the desk, he looked calmly into the face of the clerk and the proprietor. Instantly he saw that the men did not suspect as yet. "I hear Mr. Dozier's here?" he asked.
He had ridden his first mount to a stagger at full speed, and it was to be expected that, having built up a comfortable lead, he would settle his second horse to a steady pace and maintain it. All night the six went on, with Bill Dozier's long-striding chestnut setting the pace. He made no effort toward a spurt now.
"Heaven knows! Not I!" "Here are more people! What's this? A night of surprise parties?" Six riders came through the trees, rushing their horses, and John Merchant saw Bill Dozier's well-known, lanky form in the lead. He brought his horse from a dead run to a halt in the space of a single jump and a slide. The next moment he was demanding fresh mounts. "Can you give 'em to me, Merchant?