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The threat had a quieting effect upon poor Jim, who immediately closed his lips. Silent but watchful he eyed the half-breed's face. There was something very familiar about the thin cheeks, high cheek-bones, and about the great hooked nose. He was struggling hard to locate the man. At this moment the third ruffian approached with three horses.
Quick as thought, before the fingers could close over it again, he pretended to lose his balance, and, shooting out his foot as if to save himself, sent the yellow lump flying from the half-breed's palm. It shot into the air, fell with a thud, and rolled scintillating into the darkness across the boarded floor. Before he could be detained, Granger had sprung after it and held it in his hand.
There was one chance and only one. Relieved of his weight, the unresisting form of the Texan could be dragged to safety and he would take that chance. "Non! Non!" The words were fairly hurled from the half-breed's lips, as he seemed to divine what was passing in Endicott's mind. But Endicott gave no heed.
A howl broke in the middle of the half-breed's throat. Where there had been laughter, there came a sudden shutting off of sound, a great gasp, as if made by choking men. Swifter than anything they had ever seen in human action Carrigan had leaped in. They saw him strike. They heard the blow. They saw St.
He looked closely at Jean as they put up their own tent, and for the first time he saw that the mask had fallen from the half-breed's face, and that it was filled with that same mysterious hopelessness and despair. Almost roughly he caught him by the shoulder. "See here, Jean Croisset," he cried impatiently, "you're a man. What are you afraid of?"
The Kid declared. The half-breed's yell was wild and unearthly, when the grip at his throat was released. All the fight was taken out of him. Kid Wolf shook him until his teeth rattled, picked him up bodily and hurled him across his saddle. "I'm takin' yo' to the law," he drawled. "I might kill yo' now and be justified, too. But I believe in doin' things in the right way."
She, at least, had seemed to see a ray of hope. Jean saw none, and Philip realized that the half-breed's calm and unheated judgment was more to be reckoned with than hers. At the same time, he did not feel dismayed.
It ain't fur me to bluff men o' your kidney, only I like to know that you're going to treat me right. Well, this is what I've got to say, an' it's worth fifty as you'll 'low." Horrocks propped himself upon the corner of the money-lender's desk and prepared to listen. Lablache's lashless eyes were fixed with a steady, unblinking stare upon the half-breed's face.
"I kill John Allandale," dictated Baptiste. Lablache wrote. "Now, sign. So." Lablache signed. Jacky and Bill stood looking on silent and wondering. "Now," said Baptiste, with all the solemnity of a court official, "the execution shall take place. Lead him out!" At this instant Jacky laid her hand upon the half-breed's arm. "What what is it?" she asked.
"Why, man," exclaimed the Commissioner, "you might have committed murder." Here the young fellow said something to the interpreter. There was a flicker of a smile on the half-breed's face. "He say dat pistol he no good. He can't shoot. He not loaded." The Commissioner's face never changed a line.
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