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She lifted the lid and peered in to find it a quarter full of dead ashes, then turned with shining eyes and parted lips to Glenister. He caught the hint, and in an instant the four sacks were dropped softly into the feathery bottom and the ashes raked over.
He had been engaged so for some time when he heard the faintest creak at his back, too slight to alarm and just sufficient to break his tension and cause him to jerk his head about. Framed in the open door stood Roy Glenister watching him.
The signatures may all be false. Maybe you signed them yourself." The lawyer grew very white at this and stammered until Glenister drew him out of the room. "Come, come," he said, "we'll carry this thing through in open court. Maybe his nerve will go back on him then. McNamara has him hypnotized, but he won't dare refuse to obey the orders of the Circuit Court of Appeals." "He won't, eh?
"Anything new and exciting?" inquired Bronco, mildly interested. "The last I heard was about the Judge's niece, Miss Chester." Cherry Malotte turned abruptly, while the Kid slowly lowered the front legs of his chair to the floor. "What was it?" she inquired. "Why, it seems she compromised herself pretty badly with this fellow Glenister coming up on the steamer last spring.
The Kid hesitated an instant, while his eyes, which had been fixed with the glare of hatred, wavered a moment, betraying the faintest sign of indecision. Glenister cried out, exultantly: "Ha! I knew it. Your neck cords quiver." The gambler grimaced. "I can't do it. If I could, I'd have shot you before you turned. But you'll have to fight, you dog. Get up and draw." Roy refused.
"If you love her, ride fast to the Sign of the Sled or you'll be too late. The Bronco Kid has gone there " At that name Roy crashed the instrument to its hook and burst out of the shanty, calling loudly to his men. "What's up?" "Where are you going?" "To the Sign of the Sled," he panted. "We've stood by you, Glenister, and you can't quit us like this," said one, angrily.
"There has been a lot of talk among the ladies about well, er the fact is, it's that young Glenister. Mrs. Champian had the next state-room to them er him I should say on the way up from the States, and she saw things. Now, as far as I'm concerned, a girl can do what she pleases, but Mrs. Champian has her own ideas of propriety.
He raised his fist and struck the table so violently that chips and coppers leaped and rolled, and Cherry closed her eyes to lose sight of his awful grimace. Glenister looked down on him and said: "I think I understand; but the money was yours, anyhow, so I don't mind." His meaning was plain.
Glenister made no answer for a moment, while the crowd watched him intently. "You have discussed this fully?" he asked. "We have. It has been voted on, and we're unanimous." "My friends, when I stepped into this room just now I felt that I wasn't wanted.
"She sailed without him." The politician cursed. "I don't believe it. He tricked you. I know he did." Glenister grinned into a half-eaten sandwich, then turned upon his back and lay thus on the plank, identifying the speakers below by their voices. He kept his post all day. Later in the evening he heard Struve enter. The man had been drinking. "So he got away, eh?" he began.
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