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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Do you remember when they broke into your safe and took that money?" "Yes." "Well, what made them think you had ten thousand in there?" "I don't know." "I do. Dextry told her." Glenister arose. "That's all I want to hear now. I'm going crazy. My mind aches, for I've never had a fight like this before and it hurts. You see, I've been an animal all these years.
They tore the barrier apart in time to see, far down the saloon, an eddying swirl as though some great fish were lashing through the lily-pads of a pond, and then the swinging doors closed behind Glenister. Helen made her way from the theatre as she had come, unobserved and unobserving, but she walked in a dream.
Emotions had chased each other too closely to-night to be distinguishable, so she went mechanically through the narrow alley to Front Street and thence to her home. Glenister, meanwhile, had been swallowed up by the darkness, the night enfolding him without sign or trace.
Glenister looked him fairly between the eyes, gripping himself with firm hands to stop the tremor he felt in his bones. "You can't kill me," he said. "I am too good a man to murder. You might shoot a crook, but you can't kill a brave man when he's unarmed. You're no assassin." He remained rigid in his chair, however, moving nothing but his lips, meeting the other's look unflinchingly.
At the disturbance the clerks suspended their work, the barred doors of the safe-deposit vault clanged to, and the cashier laid hand upon the navy Colt's at his elbow. "What's the matter?" he cried. "We want Alec McNamara," said Glenister. The manager of the bank appeared, and Glenister spoke to him through the heavy wire netting. "Is McNamara in there?" No one had ever known Morehouse to lie.
And then Helen spoke for the first time eagerly, taking a packet from her bosom as she began: "This will tell the whole wretched story, Mr. Glenister, and show the plot in all its vileness. It's hard for me to betray my uncle, but this proof is yours by right to use as you see fit, and I can't keep it." "Do you mean that this evidence will show all that?
He don't see me, as I'm inside the private office, and I overhear him tell them to get his dust out of the vault quick." "We've got to stop that," said Glenister. "If he takes ours, he'll take the Swedes', too. Simms, you run up to the Pioneer Company and tell them about it. If he gets that gold out of there, nobody knows what'll become of it. Come on, Bill."
Helen expected him to continue to the effect that he would never give her up it was in accordance with his earlier presumption but he was silent; and she was not sure that she liked him as well thus as when he overwhelmed her with the boldness of his suit. For Glenister it was delightful, after the perils of the night, to rest in the calm of her presence and to feel dumbly that she was near.
Glenister raised the girl, but her head rolled limply, and she would have slipped to her knees again had he not placed his arm about her waist. Her eyes were staring and horror-filled. "Don't be frightened," said he, smiling at her reassuringly; but his own lips shook and the sweat stood out like dew on him; for they had both been close to death.
By the time they had resumed their duties, however, the curtains of composure had closed upon the Kid, masking his emotion again; but from her brief glimpse Cherry Malotte knew that this man was not of ice, as some supposed. He turned to her and said, "Do you mean what you said up-stairs?" "I don't understand." "You said you could kill Glenister." "I could." "Don't you love "
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