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The man was bound hand and foot, and a heavy gag was secured in his widely forced open mouth. At that moment two troopers dashed up. And the sounds of others foregathering could be plainly heard. As Fyles regarded the prostrate man he realized that once more he had been defeated. He did not require to wait for the gag to be removed. He understood.
"See here," he cried, "a fellow mostly bluffs when he's scared, or he's in a corner like a rat. See? Now it's to my interest to see Fyles beat clean out of Rocky Springs. It's that set me gassin'. Get me? So just keep easy, and take what I got to hand out. I'm wise to the game. It's my business to keep wise.
It was you hollered, eh! You see, I didn't know it was you." Bill sat swinging one leg thoughtfully. A sort of bewilderment was getting hold of him. "You didn't recognize my voice?" he asked. Then he added thoughtfully, "No and it might have been Fyles, or the other policemen. They were there." Charlie suddenly sat up. His hands were grasping the arms of the rocker.
Tresler seized him by the coat collar and yanked him suddenly upon his feet. "Now, hand over that letter to Sheriff Fyles. I've orders to deliver it myself." Joe's twisted face turned upward with a comical expression of perplexity. The moonlight caught his eyes, and he blinked. Then he looked over at the horses, and, shaking his head solemnly, began to fumble at his pockets.
"Peter's the quickest thing west of Winnipeg. He'll sure give you a run when the time comes." Charlie laughed. The drift of the talk, its hidden meaning, amused him. "We'll have to make a time, eh?" "Sure," said Fyles, looking him squarely in the eyes. Charlie moved his horse away. "Well, so long, for the present. Guess I'll remember that challenge. Thanks for helping me with the rack.
Won't you permit me to walk across the park to Castle Fyles?" "Castle Fyles?" she repeated, with a little note of curiosity in her girlish voice. "Then don't you know that this is Fyles Park?" "Can't say I did," I returned. "But I am delighted to hear it." "Why are you delighted to hear it?" she asked, making me feel more than ever like an escaped lunatic.
An ironical light possessed his discolored eyes. "Why, the feller you're getting to-night in the boat." Fyles eyed his man sternly. "That's the second time you've answered me in that way. I'm not to be played with. Who is this man?" A curious truculence grew in the half-breed's face. "I've told you all I'm going to tell you. Guess you'll be askin' me to lay hands on him for you, next.
Then at last, thoroughly weary with thinking, he fell into a troubled sleep and dreamed that Inspector Fyles and his men were pursuing him over a plain, upon which there was no cover, and over which he made no progress whatsoever. Now, as he sat at the door of the barn, brooding over all he had seen and discovered, he felt that there were but two courses open to him.
"Love of music will be the death of friend Joachim, then," commented Buck. "Is there a hostelry near by?" asked the other, lifting his old hat politely. With satirical courtesy Buck lifted his and at that psychological moment the only plug hats in the whole town of Smyrna saluted each other. "There's a hossery down the road a ways, and a mannery, too, all run by old Sam Fyles."
Suppose that the tree is in some mysterious way a sort of means of communication, why is it necessary? And, why in thunder, when everybody knows who the boss of the gang is, don't they deal direct with him?" Fyles smiled into the grim face of McBain, and sat back waiting to hear the Scot's reply. His keen face was alight with expectancy.
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