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"Well, it's Tremlidge that's the Tremlidge of the Times; he's the editor and proprietor and Hamilton Garlock has something to do with that new geographical society president, I believe and this one" he handed her the third card "is a friend of yours, Craig V. Campbell, of the Hercules Wrought Steel Company." Lloyd stared.
He pulled back the lapel of his coat, and the land-grabber saw the butt of a gun nestling under his left arm. From his inner coat pocket Bob drew a cylindrical roll of paper about eight inches long. Carey eyed him scornfully. "This is the city of Los Angeles, my friend, not the open desert at Garlock. A gunplay would be most ill-advised, I assure you."
Pennycook unctuously, "it's kind o' hard- like to tell whether, in your present er delicate condition, you're better off unmarried-like, or the wife of a man accused of holdin' up a stage at Garlock." "It is embarrassing, isn't it?" Donna laughed. She was not in the least angry with Mrs. Pennycook.
"You may read what this envelope contains while waiting for central to answer your call" he said gently. "I snipped the wires while you were hiding your face in your hands, wondering what you were going to do. These papers are merely a few affidavits, proving an absolute alibi in the matter of that Garlock robbery.
However, an alibi might very easily discount all this circumstantial evidence, were it not for the fact that there could be no alibi for Bob McGraw, for beyond doubt he must have been in the neighborhood of Garlock that very day. Then there was the hat, with his name in it; also the report that one of the passengers who knew him had recognized the bandit as Bob McGraw.
Donna Corblay was at the eating-house when the first down stage from Keeler came into San Pasqual with the news of the hold-up at Garlock the day before. The town was abuzz with excitement for an hour, when the news became stale.
He dismounted, unsaddled and rubbed down his dripping horse with handfuls of the withered grasses that grew within the ruins. Next, the man hunted through Garlock until he found an old rusty kerosene can with a wire handle fitted through it, and to this he fastened a long horsehair hitching rope and drew water from one of the filthy wells.
And inasmuch as you collected that sum in advance last autumn at Garlock, your signature to the assignment, before a notary who is waiting in the next room, is all that we require to terminate this interview." "But I told you I came here to compromise." "I understand fully. Those are my terms. Your water right on Cottonwood lake in return for your freedom. Stage-robbers cannot be choosers, Mr.
He wanted to say something severe, but for the life of him even the little he had left he could not; there was a puzzled look in his sand-clogged eyes as he whispered. "Bob, they've got the goods on you. There's a warrant out; you know that stage hold-up at Garlock " He lurched forward into Bob McGraw's arms. "Oh, Harley, Harley, old man" said Bob McGraw in a choking voice. "Vamose" panted Mr.
Judge Garlock had a country-seat overlooking the Cayuga, scarcely a bow-shot from the pebbly shore, and he must have one too.
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