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Thar's nobody to claim it; thar bein' no fam'ly to Glidden nohow; not even a hired man. ""Which, as it seems to be a case open to doubt," observes this yere Cimmaron, "I nacherally takes this Glidden party's store an' deals his game myse'f."
"So much for the I.W.W. men.... Now for the leader.... But before we vote on what to do with Glidden let me read an extract from one of his speeches. This is authentic. It has been furnished by the detective lately active in our interest. Also it has been published. I read it because I want to bring home to you all an issue that goes beyond our own personal fortunes here."
They held him up. Glidden sagged inertly, evidently stunned or unconscious. Bradford backed guardedly away out of their reach, then, wheeling, he began to run with heavy, plodding strides. Glidden's comrades seemed anxiously holding him up, peering at him, but no one spoke. Kurt saw his opportunity. With one strong wrench he freed his hands.
"My foreman says your name's Glidden," went on Kurt, cooler this time, "and that you're talking I.W.W. as if you were one of its leaders; that you don't want a job; that you've got a wad of money; that you coax, then threaten; that you've intimidated three of our hands." "Your Jerry's a marked man," said Glidden, shortly. "You impudent scoundrel!" exclaimed Kurt. "Now you listen to this.
We quote from his letter. "The following horrid flagellation was witnessed in part, till his soul was sick, by MR. GLIDDEN, an inhabitant of Marietta, Ohio, who went down the Mississippi river, with a boat load of produce in the autumn of 1837; it took place at what is called 'Matthews' or 'Matheses Bend' in December, 1837. Mr. G. is worthy of credit.
"When I lie over there with " "If you go!" she interrupted. He was indeed hopeless. "I advise you to rest a little." "I'd like to know what becomes of Glidden," he said. "So should I. That worries me." "Weren't there a lot of cowboys with guns?" "So many that there's no need for you to go out and start another fight." "I did start it, didn't I?"
"We're pards now with no secrets", he continued, with a different note in his voice. "An' I want you to know that it ain't likely Nash or Glidden will get out of this country alive." Three days later, Lenore accompanied her father on the ride to the Bend country.
"Why should you care?.... Some one will have to kill Glidden." "Oh, do not talk so," she implored. "Surely, now you're glad you did not?" "I don't understand myself. But I'm certainly sorry you were there.... There's a beast in men in me!... I had a gun in my pocket. But do you think I'd have used it?... I wanted to feel his flesh tear, his bones break, his blood spurt " "Kurt!"
Then this deep-voiced man read to Glidden words of his own. "Do you recognize that?" Glidden saw how he had spoken his own doom. "Yes, I said that," he had nerve left to say. "But I insist on arrest trial justice!... I'm no criminal.... I've big interests behind me.... You'll suffer " A loop of a lasso, slung over his head and jerked tight, choked off his intelligible utterance.
Glidden was importuning with expressive hands and swift, low utterance. His face gleamed dark, hard, strong, intensely strung with corded, quivering muscles, with eyes apparently green orbs of fire. He spoke in German. Kurt dared not go closer unless he wanted to be discovered, and not yet was he ready for that.
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