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The rest will be don't laugh Butch Conklin and his gang." "Butch!" "Hold yourself together. That's what I mean Butch Conklin." "After you dropped him the other night?" "Self-defence, and he knows it. I can find Butch, and I can make him go with me. Besides, he's out for Bard himself." The deputy said with much meaning: "You can do a lot of queer things, Nash." "Forget it, Glendin."
There he found Glendin, seated at a corner table with a glass of beer in front of him, and considering the sun-whitened landscape lazily through the window. At the sound of the heavy footfall of Drew he turned, rose, his shoulders flattened against the wall behind him like a cornered man prepared for a desperate stand. "It's all right," cried Drew. "It's all over, Glendin.
I know too much about you, Glendin." The glance of the other raised slowly, fixed on Nash, and then lowered to the floor. He produced papers and Durham, rolled and lighted his cigarette, and inhaled a long puff. "So that's the game, Steve?" "I hate to do it." "Let that go. You'll run the limit on this?" "Listen, Glendin. I've got to get this Bard.
"Murder ain't proved on Butch and his men, but it will be before long." "Wait till it's proved. In the meantime use em all." "You've a long head, Nash." "Glendin, I'm makin' the biggest play of my life. I'm off to find Butch. You'll stand firm with Drew?" "I won't hear a word he says." "S'long! Be back in ten minutes. Wait for me." He was as good as his word.
If you save him, you take the burden of murder off the soul of another." "I'll do what I can." "I know you will." He laid the broad hand on Young's shoulder. "Doctor, you must do more than you can; you must accomplish the impossible; I tell you, it is impossible for this man to die; he must live!" He turned to Glendin. "I suppose you want the details of what happened here?" "Right." "Follow me.
It was a long moment before he could speak, and when his hands were lowered, Glendin winced at what he saw in the other's face. "God knows I'm not," said Drew. "Suppose we let the shootin' of Calamity go. What of hoss-liftin', sir?" "Horse stealing? Impossible! Anthony he could not be guilty of it!" "Ask your man Duffy. Bard's ridin' Duffy's grey right now."
He'll never be taken alive." "Good ol' Glendin. I knew you'd see light. I'll go out and get the boys I want in ten minutes. Wait here. Shorty and Doc Young will come in a minute. One thing more: when you get to Drew's place you'll find him actin' queer." "What about?" "I dunno why. It's a bad mess. You see, he's after this Bard himself, the way I figure it, and he wants him left alone.
Calamity Ben is going to live " A cry of joy came from Shorty Kilrain. "Duffy says that he gave his horse away to Bard. Glendin has called back your posse. Ride, Nash! Or else go down there unarmed and bring Bard up to me." The shadow of a smile crossed the lips of Nash. "If the law's done with him, I'm not. I won't ride, and I won't go down to him.
"You've said it," grinned Butch, "I ain't been watchin' for you real close, but now that I see you, you look more or less like a man should look. H'ware ye, Glendin?" He held out his hand, but the deputy, shifting his position, seemed to overlook the grimy proffered palm. "You fellows know that you're wanted by the law," he said, frowning on them.
He said easily to the other two: "He had enough. His share of trouble came to-night; I let him go." "Young feller," growled Glendin, "you ain't been in town a long while, but I've heard a pile too much about you already. What you mean by takin' the law into your own hands?" "Wait," said Nash, his keen eyes on the two, "I guess I understand." "Let's have it, then."
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