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This revengeful fellow had never forgiven Merriwell for what he considered a great injury. Gage had been the pitcher on the regular ball team, but, by superior skill, Merriwell had supplanted him. That was enough to produce in Gage's heart a feeling of undying hatred for the successful plebe.
A few minutes after their arrival Harry espied Dolph Gage's absent man galloping over to the Gage claim. "There would have been trouble, if we hadn't shown a few armed men here," muttered Hazelton. "There's some excitement in that camp, as it is," exclaimed Tom, who had a pair of binoculars at his eyes. "Gage, Eb and Josh are crowding around the new arrival. Take the glasses, Harry.
The chances are about ten to one that he would take him out of Fardale and turn him adrift to hustle for himself." Gage's eyes began to glitter, and the smile about his mouth was most unpleasant to see. "Snell," he said, "you have a head on your shoulders! You are a dandy schemer! But how will this uncle find out that Merriwell has been gambling?" "There are several ways for him to find it out.
"It goes," said Sim Gage. It was the Sabbath, and the summer sun was casting its southering light even with the eaves of Sim Gage's half-ruined house. It was high noon. High noon for a wedding. But this was a wedding of no pomp or splendor. No bell summoned any hither.
He stood still, counting the sounds a carriage passing on the highroad, a distant train, the dog at Gage's farm, the whispering trees, the groom playing on his penny whistle. A multitude of stars up there bright and silent, so far off! No moon as yet!
Well, there was no witnesses to Morgan's cashing in, and one man's word is as good as another's in this country." "Meanin'?" questioned Rogers, noting the light in Deveny's eyes. "Meaning that Laskar is going right now to whisper into Sheriff Gage's ear that he saw our friend, 'Drag' Harlan, killing old Morgan." Rogers got to his feet, grinning.
Without more speech they drove once more along Sim Gage's lane. As they approached the entrance, Sim turned. "Hold up a minute, Wid," said he, "while I look over here where the wagon was tied." He limped across the road, bent to examine the marks dimly visible in the half darkness. "Look-a-here," said he, "there's been a car here too the same car, with the busted tire!
"But now, about you," he added "I'm glad you've come. It looks sort of like you was going to move in, don't it?" "You've said it," said Annie. Wid Gardner looked at her curiously, and meekly went about his new duties regarding wood and water. Revolution, and not less, had occurred within a month at Sim Gage's ranch.
In this order they started for Dugout City, thirty miles away. As the roads hardly deserved the name the motor cars would not be likely to reach Dugout before dark. "Look out for ambushes," exclaimed Mr. Dunlop, to the armed driver of the women's car. "Yes, sir; but there isn't much danger of our being fired on. Gage's gang will be only too glad to see the women folks leaving here.
"By the way, sir," suggested Tom, "you are not going to use all of your men today?" "I cannot use any of them for a day or two." "Then you might do us a great favor by sending a few of your men over here. I expect that Gage's absent comrade will return at any time. He will have his rifle, and one gun in the hands of a marksman, might be enough to make considerable trouble around here."
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