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Truly, Flemister had many crimes to answer for. But the revelation made Hallock's attitude all the more mysterious. It was unaccountable save upon one hypothesis that Flemister was able to so play upon the man's weaknesses as to make him a mere tool in his hands. But Judson was going on to elucidate. "First off, we all thought Hallock'd kill Flemister.
"But what I have said will have to go as it lies. Shoot Flemister out of hand, if you feel like it, but quit hampering his business." Hallock stood up, and when he was on his feet his big frame made him look still more a fair match physically for the handsome master-mechanic. "Why?" The single word shot out of the loose-lipped mouth like an explosive bullet.
Lidgerwood was gazing absently out over the low hills intervening between his point of view and the wooded summit of Little Butte. "Whom am I to send, Jack?" he asked. "I have just come from Red Butte, and I took occasion to make a few inquiries. Flemister is evidently prepared at all points.
From what I learned to-day, I am inclined to believe that the sheriff of Timanyoni County would probably refuse to serve a warrant against him, if we could find a magistrate who would issue one. Nice state of affairs, isn't it?" "Beautiful," Benson agreed, adding: "But you don't want Flemister half as bad as you want the man who is working with him.
Flemister helped with the other helpers, but Lidgerwood had an uncomfortable feeling that the man was always at his elbow; he was certainly there when the last of the wounded had been carried around the wreck, and the relief-train was ready to back away to Little Butte, where it could be turned upon the mine-spur "Y." It was while the conductor of the train was gathering his volunteers for departure that Flemister said what he had apparently been waiting for a chance to say.
Judson had scarcely found his breathing space between the floor timbers, and had not yet overheard enough to give him the drift of the low-toned talk, when the bell of the private-line telephone rang in the room above. It was Flemister who answered the bell-ringer. "Hello! Yes; this is Flemister.... Yes, I say; this is Flemister; you're talking to him.... What's that? a message about Mr.
"But the third man, Judson; the man you saw beating with his fists on the bulkhead air-lock: who was he?" persisted Lidgerwood. "Now you've got me guessin' again. If I hadn't been dead certain that I saw Hallock go on ahead with Flemister but I did see him; saw 'em both go through the little door, one after the other, and heard it slam before the other dub turned up.
On the other hand, if Lidgerwood is snuffed out and there is the faintest suspicion of foul play.... Flemister, I'm telling you right here and now that that man Ford will neither eat nor sleep until he has set the dogs on us!" There was another pause, and Judson shifted his weight cautiously from one elbow to the other. Then Flemister began, without heat and equally without compunction.
The last time I talked to him he mentioned something about shooting you off-hand, but I guess he didn't mean, it. You've got to interest him in some way, Flemister." "Perhaps you can tell me how," was the sarcastic retort. "I think perhaps I can, now.
It's playing with fire. I didn't steal the money; I'll swear it on a stack of Bibles a mile high. Flemister will tell you so if he is paid his price. But you don't want me to pay the price. If I do " "Go on," said Lidgerwood, frowning, "if you do, what then?" Hallock leaned still farther over the desk end. "If I do, you'll get what you are after and a good deal more.
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