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"You may draw on me for the amount," she said quietly. Garlock uncrossed his legs and sat up abruptly in the deep-seated chair. Tremlidge screwed his monocle into his eye and stared, while Campbell turned about sharply at the sound of Lloyd's voice with a murmur of astonishment. Bennett alone did not move.
Were it not that the railroad has been built in from San Pasqual a hundred and fifty miles up country through the Mojave, Garlock would be a memory only.
From the saddle-bags he produced a small can of roast beef and some dry bread, which he "washed down" with water from his canteen while the horse munched at the oats. Late in the afternoon the man stepped to the ruined doorway and looked south. Three miles away a splotch of dust hung high in the still atmosphere; beneath it a black object was crawling steadily toward Garlock.
Garlock could assure us two thousand dollars; Tremlidge would contribute twenty thousand dollars in the name of the Times, and I pledged myself to ten thousand dollars, and promised to build the ship's engines and fittings. We kept our intentions to ourselves, as Tremlidge did not want the other papers to get hold of the story before the Times printed it.
"From various sources around town, Miss Corblay, I gather that it is quite possible you are acquainted with the man McGraw who is suspected of the recent stage robbery at Garlock." Donna admitted, smiling, that it was quite possible. "Have you any objection to telling me all you know about him?" "Not the slightest.
He informed the agent at San Pasqual that he was the Bakersfield representative of the Associated Press, and demanded the latest information regarding the hunt for the Garlock bandit. He was informed that there was no news. "I gotta get some news" he bellowed into the receiver. "What's the exact loss o' your company?" "Twenty-one hundred eighty-three forty." "Serves you right.
He peered out, as the old Concord coach lurched through the sand past the bones of Garlock, and observed the express messenger nodding a little wearily, his eyes half closed in protest against the glare of earth and sky. Suddenly the express messenger started, and looked up. He had a haunting impression that somebody was watching him and he was not mistaken.
The hills that rise back of the ruins are scarlet with oxide of iron; in the sheen of the westering sun they loom harsh and repellent, provocative of the thought that from the very inception of Garlock their crests have been the arena of murder spattered with the blood of the hardy men who made the camp and then deserted it.
"How" he saluted. "Hello, Hennage." "What's new?" "Nothing much. What do you think about that hold-up at Garlock?" "Pretty bold piece o' work, Doc. Do they know who did it?" "Fellow named McGraw. And as near as I can make out, Hennage, it's the same fellow I attended that time down at the Hat Ranch." "It is" Mr. Hennage agreed quietly. "At least, I believe it is.
Garlock, she has lived there so long; but I would not leave this place for that." "But you forget her splendid house, her white pebble walks, her grounds looking like an Eden; and " "No doubt they are very dear to her, but I would not exchange houses, or grounds, or gardens, or sights with her." "Not if we had more money, to live as they do!" "No! not for a house full of silver dollars."
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