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Gledware to the place, and if he got that pin, they'd all know he meant to live amongst them forever. THAT'S why the band was standing there when Brick Willock looked from the mountain-top. Mr. Gledware dug up the body, after the Indians had rolled away the stones the body of his wife my mother the body whose face Brick Willock wouldn't look at, in its helplessness of death. Mr.
Seems like that's the worst waste of time there can be, and the most aggravating, to say if so-and-so had money I Because if he hasn't got it, somebody else has, and if you think money's more than the man, there you are. And Mr. Gledware has it. He's not the man but he has the money. "Then I expressed myself. You know what I think. So does Annabel, now.
Henry Gledware, awakened as from a trance, bounded to his side. Willock helped him to mount, then placed the child the saddle in front of him. "Ride!" he urged hoarsely, "ride for your life! They ain't no other chance for you and the kid and they ain't no other chance for me." He leaped upon the second pony.
Red Kimball used to be the leader of a band of highwaymen up in Cimarron, when it was No-Man's Land; it was his hand that attacked the wagon-train when Mr. Gledware acted the hero only, as they were disguised as Indians, Mr. Gledware didn't know they were such till later.
It was in order to find Gledware that he had haunted the trail during the years of lahoma's youth, always hoping to discover him in the new country gliding behind herds of cattle, listening to scraps of talks among the cattlemen, earning from Mizzoo the uneasy designation, "the ghost."
Without Gledware, they could prove nothing. Would Gledware testify, now that Red Kimball, who had bought his testimony with the death of the Indian, no longer lived to exact payment? Willock felt sure he would.
It shot down like lightning, but stopped short just before the edge of the blade touched the miserable coward. "Mr. Gledware sobbed and gasped and choked, swearing that he would keep his word, and assuring us that, if he broke it, death would be too good for him. But what he will do when he thinks him-self safe that's another thing!
The Indian had led his braves against the stage-coach Kimball had fallen under his knife. Yonder man in the corner, bound and gagged, was doubtless the old deaf boatman engaged by Gledware. Red Feather had taken his place that he might row Gledware far out on the lake.... But Annabel was in the boat. If the Indian...
For a moment his form, rigid and erect, gleamed like a statue of copper cut in stern relentless lines, and the single crimson feather in his raven locks matched, in gold, the silver brightness of his upraised blade. The next moment his form shot forward, his arm gripped Gledware about the neck, despite furious resistance, and both men fell into the water.
If Gledware comes as a witness, his position will give him great influence against you and the fact that he'd testify after you'd saved his life, would make a pretty hard hit with the jury." "Jury nothing!" retorted Brick. "This case ain't never going to a jury. Such things is settled man to man, in these parts." "But as surely as the sheriff serves his writ, you'll be landed in jail.
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