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Updated: June 13, 2025
It was long before he could do more than gasp. "What what did you do that for?" His furtive ratlike face looked venomous in its impotent anger. "I'll pay you for this and don't you forget it, Joe Dunke!" "You'd shoot me in the back the way you did Jim Kinney if you got a chance. I know that; but you see you won't get a chance." "I ain't looking for no such chance. "That's enough.
I had never been in one before." "Dunke!" A spasm of rage swept the man's face. "You're a friend of his, are you? Where is he? If you came with him how come you to be roaming around alone?" "I got lost. Then my light went out." "So you're a friend of Dunke, that damned double-crosser! He's a millionaire, you think, a big man in this Western country. That's what he claims, eh?"
At the hotel door the two men separated from the rest of the party, and took with them their prisoner. "I'm going to put him for safe-keeping down the shaft of a mine my father and I own," explained Steve. "He wouldn't be safe in the jail, because Dunke, for private reasons, has made up his mind to put out his lights." "Private reasons?" echoed the engineer. "Mighty good ones, too.
We found the surrey down in the canyon. It had gone over the edge of the road. Both the hawsses were dead, and Struve had disappeared. How the thing happened I reckon never will be known unless the convict tells it. My guess would be that Dunke attacked him and the convict was just a little bit more than ready for him." "Have you any idea where Struve is?"
Dunke, there'd be a right smart shrinkage in the census returns." Dunke's eye gleamed with anger. "We're not here to listen to any smart guys, sir. Will you give up Struve to us or will you not?" "That's easy. I will not." The mob leader turned to the Tennessean.
She was not going to sit around and wait for him to take her down into the mine he had promised she should see. Let him forget his appointment if he liked. He would wait a long time before she made any more engagements with him. About this time Dunke began to flatter himself that he had made an impression. Miss Kinney was all smiles.
Ain't that right?" demanded the ranger of Struve. The convict cursed, though his teeth still chattered with fright from the narrow escape he had had, but through his prison jargon ran a hint of some power he had over the man Dunke. It was plain he thought the latter had incited the lynching in order to shut the convict's mouth forever. "Where is this shaft?" asked Neill.
He did not know that, as he shot up in the cage to the sunlight, the other was filling the tunnel with imprecations and wild threats, that he was hugging himself with the promise of a revenge that should be sure and final. Dunke went about the task of making the necessary arrangements personally.
The thing was preposterous on the face of it, but the girl knew by some woman's instinct that she was on the edge of a secret Dunke held hidden deep in his heart from all the world. Only this much she guessed; that Struve was a sharer of his secret, and therefore he was set on lynching the man before he had time to tell it. "They got away, didn't they?" she asked.
Dunke burst from the front door, scarce a dozen paces from her. There was a kind of lurid fury in his eyes. He was as ravenously fierce as a wolf balked of its kill. She chose that moment to call him. "Mr. Dunke!" Her voice struck him into a sort of listening alertness, and again she pronounced his name. "You, Miss Kinney here?" he asked in amazement. "Yes Miss Kinney."
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