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"There's not a one of the bunch believes that story about the last wagon getting away, and the dying wife. We know this Gledware is a spy, whatever he says, and that he brought the kid along for protection. He knew if we got back to No-Man's Land we couldn't be touched, not being under no jurisdiction, and he wanted to find us with our paint and feathers off.
It's yours, dear let me see it around your neck with the sun full upon it " Red Feather turned his head, curiously. Gledware held outstretched a magnificent diamond necklace which shot forth dazzling rays as it swung from his eager fingers. Annabel uttered a smothered cry of delight as the iridescence filled her eyes.
Annabel turned to discover the cause of Gledware's terror, but she saw no malice, no threat, in the boatman's eyes. Gledware ceased breathing, then his form quivered with a sudden inrush of breath as of a man emerging from diving. His eyes rolled in his head as he turned about scanning the shore, glaring at Edgerton's distant boat. Why had he come unarmed?
All of them had drawn up in a circle about the heap of stones that covered the woman's burial-place. Of the seventeen, sixteen were Indians, painted and adorned for the war-path. The remaining man, he who stood at the heap of stones beside the chief, was a white man, and at the first glance, Willock recognized him; he was the dead woman's husband, Henry Gledware.
Denied the savage joy of killing Red Kimball and he would have killed him with as little compunction as if he had been a wolf his thoughts turned toward Gledware. Gledware was the only witness of the deed for which the warrant demanded his arrest. Willock wished many of his other deeds had been prompted by impulses as generous as those which had led to Kansas Kimball's death.
"Daylight will catch us and nothing done, if we listen to that white-livered spy. We don't believe in that wagon he talks about, and as for this kid, he brought her along just to save his bacon." "No, as God lives!" cried Gledware. "Can't you see she is dead for sleep? She was terrified out of her wits all day, and I've ridden with her all night.
That was all. I hate for Lahoma to be throwed with anybody of the name but I guess it's all right. Lahoma ain't going to let nobody get on her off-side, when the wind's blowing." Bill inquired anxiously, "Did that Gledware you knew, live near Kansas City?" "He lived over in Indian Territory, last time I heard of him. But he was a roving devil he might be anywhere.
But as Willock, now grown wary, crept forward among the post-oaks and blackjacks, well screened from observation by chinkapin masses of gray interlocked network, he discovered two figures near the platform edging the lake. Neither was the one he sought; but from their being there they were Edgerton Compton and Annabel, he knew Gledware could not be far away.
"They have come back from the picnic, and I am on the watch, feeling sure Red Kimball will come again to have another talk with Mr. Gledware. But he hasn't come yet, and everything is quiet and peaceable, as if things were going along as things always do and always will it makes me dreadfully nervous! So, as it seemed that nothing was going to happen, I decided to stir up something myself.
His face had grown strangely dark and forbidding, and Wilfred, who had never imagined it could be altered by such an expression, handed him the letter with a sense of uneasiness. "What of it?" reiterated Bill. "Suppose it IS Gledware; who is HE?" "Do you know such a man?" Wilfred demanded. "Out with it!" cried Bill, growing wrathful as the other glowered at the fire. "What's come over you?
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