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The more Haw-Haw Langley drank the more cadaverous grew his face, until in the end it was almost as solemn as that of Pale Annie himself; as for Mac Strann, he seldom drank at all. A full hour had just elapsed since either of them spoke, yet Haw-Haw Langley said, as if in answer to a remark: "He's heard too much about you, Mac. He ain't no such fool as to come to Elkhead."
The hand of Daniels dropped away from his revolver, for he recognized the voice of Hal Purvis, who swiftly ranged alongside. "What's the dope?" asked Buck, producing his tobacco and the inevitable brown papers. "Jest lookin' the landscape over an' scoutin' around for news," answered Purvis. "Pick up anything?" "Yeh. Ran across some tenderfoot squatters jest out of Elkhead."
He broke off and announced to the rest of his gang that he intended to make the journey to Elkhead. He told Haines, who in such cases usually acted as lieutenant, to take charge of the camp. Then he saddled his roan. In the very act of pulling up the cinch of his saddle, Silent stopped short, turned, and raised a hand for quiet. The rest were instantly still.
The two awoke with one mind, and with a tremendous spluttering and cursing struggled to regain their feet. It was no easy thing, however, for when one stood up the other slipped and in his fall involved the brother. In the meantime it made a jest exactly suited to the mind of Elkhead, and shrieks of hysterical laughter rewarded their struggles.
"Buck, for God's sake tell 'em you know nothin' of Silent," cried old Daniels. "Boy, boy, it's hangin' for you if they get you to Elkhead an' charge you with that!" "Dad, you're a fool," said Buck. "I ain't goin' down on my knees to 'em. Not me." Calder, still keeping Buck covered with his gun, drew Dan a little to one side. "What can we do with this fellow, Dan?" he said.
They's a crowd of cowpunchers gatherin' in Elkhead, an' today or tomorrow they'll be strong enough to take the law into their own hands and organize a little lynchin' bee, savvy?" She shuddered. "It ain't pleasant, is it, the picture of big, good-lookin' Lee danglin' from the end of a rope with the crowd aroun' takin' pot-shots at him? No, it ain't, an' you're goin' to stop it.
He went on: "But after that Jim Silent play we all changed our minds, some. D'you know, doc, I was in Elkhead the night that Dan got our Lee Haines?" "I've never heard of the episode," murmured the doctor. "You ain't? Well, I be damned! askin' your pardon, Kate But you sure ain't lived in these parts long!
His smile was marvellously unpleasant. "Well," said the chief, "what's the news? You got eloquent eyes, Hal, but I want words." "The news is plain hell," said Purvis, "Haines " "What of him?" "He's in Elkhead!" "Elkhead?" "Whistling Dan got him at Morris's place and took him in along with the body of Tex Calder. Jim, you got to answer for it to all of us. You went to Morris's with Lee.
"He'd be outlawed inside of two days!" "Right. Here's the letter. An' you're goin' to see that it's delivered in Elkhead, Morris." The sheriff looked sombrely on the little square of white. "I sort of think," he said at last, "that this here's the death warrant for Whistlin' Dan Barry." "So do I," grinned Silent, considerably thirsty for action.
He would see Barry meeting Buck Daniels, at last, and striking him down as remorselessly as the hound strikes the hare; or he would see him riding back towards Elkhead and catch a bright, sad vision of Kate Cumberland waving a careless adieu to him, and then hear her singing carelessly as she turned away. Such pictures as these, however, came up but rarely in the mind of Byrne.
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