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Updated: July 15, 2025
Well, the former could be left alone; his chance of escape would be small enough with Fairbain and Neb on the opposite bank. Old Sanchez was the villain they wanted dead or alive. With this in view, and anxious to make a quick job of it, the three entered the back room, and, revolvers in hand, groped their way across to the connecting door.
No, he must meet this as became a man, and now, now before Hope so much as dreamed of his purpose aye, and before he spoke another word of love to Hope. He wheeled about fully decided on his course, his duty, and met Fairbain face to face. "Jack," the latter said earnestly, "I read the note over your shoulder, and of course I know what you mean to do.
He was thinking, and did not answer at once, and she went on in some alarm. "Do you know anything about him, Captain Keith? Where is he? Why is he here? Don't be afraid to tell me." He pressed the locket back into her hand, retaining the latter, unresisted, within his own. "I have not seen your father, Hope, but he was certainly here a few days ago, for Fairbain met him.
Knowing previously something of the issues involved, it was not difficult to make Fairbain grasp the meaning of this present movement, yet his sympathies were at once enlisted upon the side of Miss Christie.
"That's it charge of Stonewall's field hospital just happened to ride into Waite's camp that night damn lucky for you I did young snip there wanted to saw the bone I stopped that liked your face imagined you might be worth saving ain't so sure of it now, or you wouldn't be out in this God forsaken country, eating such grub my name's Fairbain Joseph Wright Fairbain, M.D. contract surgeon for the railroad working on the line?"
"And failed to show up did he send no message?" "Doctor Fairbain was waiting for me instead. He said that Mr. Hawley was called suddenly out of town." The eyes of the sheriff turned to Fairbain, whose face grew redder than usual, as he shifted his gaze toward Keith. "That was a lie," he confessed, lamely. "I I was told to say that."
Somewhere out in the midst of that mystery was hidden tragedy, and he dreaded the knowledge of its truth. Behind him Fairbain, and Hope rode together, their lips long since grown silent, the man ever glancing uneasily aside at her, the girl drooping slightly in the saddle, with pale face and heavy eyes.
Hope watched him as he stepped outside, pausing a moment in the shadows to glance keenly up and down the long street before venturing down the steps. This quiet man had enemies, hundreds of them, desperate and reckless; ceaseless vigilance alone protected him. Yet her eyes only, and not her thoughts, were riveted on the disappearing marshal. She turned to Fairbain, who had risen to his feet.
Hope endeavored to speak, to explain to Fairbain who she actually was, realizing then, for the first time, that she had not previously given him her name. Amidst the incessant noise and confusion, the blaring of brass, and the jangle of voices, she found it impossible to make the man comprehend. She pressed closer to him, holding more tightly to his arm, stunned and confused by the fierce uproar.
Mounted upon a swifter animal Fairbain forged ahead; he could see the two horses now plainly, their heads uplifted, their reins dangling. Without perceiving more he knew already what was waiting them there on the sand, and swore fiercely, spurring his horse mercilessly, forgetful of all else, even the girl, in his intense desire to reach and touch the bodies.
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