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"Steve, run down to the marshal's office; Deputy Glendin is there." She took the wet cloth and made a deft bandage for the head of Conklin. With his shaggy hair covered, and all his face sagging with lines of weariness, the gun-fighter seemed no more than a middle-aged man asleep, worn out by trouble. "Is there a doctor?" asked Bard anxiously.
He's alone, with seven cutthroats against him." "Not alone. Sally Fortune's better'n two common men." "The girl? God bless her! She's with him; she knows the country. There may be a hope; Glendin, if you're wise, start praying now that I find Bard alive. If I don't " The swinging doors closed behind him as he rushed through toward his horse.
"Anything is possible with me. Make up your mind. You shall not leave this man till you've done all that's humanly possible for him." "Mr. Drew, I appreciate your anxiety, but this is stepping too far. I have an officer of the law with me " "Better do what he wants, Doc," said Glendin uneasily. "Don't mouth words," ordered Drew sternly. "There lies your sick man. Get to work.
He's out-ridden me, out-shot me, out-gamed me, out-lucked me, out-guessed me and taken Sally. He's mine. He b'longs all to me. D'you see that?" "I'm only seein' one thing just now." "I know. You think I'm double-crossin' you. Maybe I am, but I'm desperate, Glendin." "After all," mused the deputy, "you'd be simply doin' work I'd have to do later. You're right about this Bard.
More feared and more hated than Conklin himself was Isaacs. The latter, always fastidious, wore a blue-striped vest, without a coat to obscure it, and about his throat was knotted a flaming vermilion necktie, fastened in place with a diamond stickpin obviously the spoil of some recent robbery. Glendin, watching, ground his teeth. McNamara followed.
I ain't askin' your reasons for doin' some pretty queer things, Mr. Drew." "I'll stand every penalty of the law, sir. I only ask that you see that punishment falls where it is deserved only. The case is clear. Bard acted in self-defence." Glendin was desperate. He said at length: "When a man's tried in court they bring up his past career.
He rose glowering on Drew. "I've stood a pile already from you; this is one beyond the limit. Bribery ain't my way, Drew, no matter what I've done before." "Is it war, then?" And Glendin answered, forcing his tone into fierceness: "Anything you want any way you want it!" "Glendin," said the other with a sudden lowering of his voice, "has some other man been talking to you?" "Who? Me?
Doctor, I'll be gone only a moment." He led the way into an adjoining room, and lighted a lamp. The sudden flare cast deep shadows on the face leaning above, and Glendin started. For the moment it seemed to him that he was seeing a face which had looked on hell and lived to speak of it. "Mr. Drew," he said, "you'd better hit the hay yourself; you look pretty badly done up."
The other looked up with a singular smile, clenching and unclenching his fingers as if he strove to relax muscles which had been tense for hours. "Glendin, the surface of my strength has not been scratched; I could keep going every hour for ten days if it would save the life of the poor fellow who lies in there." He took a long breath. "Now, then, let's get after this business.
Glendin can swear us in as deputies to 'apprehend, as he calls it, this Bard. Apprehendin' a feller like Bard simply means to shoot him down and ask him to come along afterward, see?" "Nash, you got a great head. You ought to be one of these lawyers. There ain't nothin' you can't find a way out of. But will Glendin do it?" "He'll do what I ask him to do." "Friend of yours?" "Better'n a friend."
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