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I should smile I have," replied Brown, with a flash of quiet eyes that Pan had learned to recognize as dangerous in men. His own pulse heightened. It was like coming suddenly on a track for which he had long been searching. The one word Hardman had struck fire from this young miner. "What's Hardman doing?" asked Pan quietly. "Everythin' an' between you an' me, he's doin' everybody.
When I saw 'shoes forty-nine cents, I asked her if it meant sure-enough shoes for that little, and she said it did, and that any time we wanted to get things in town at a sale when she was going in, we could drive along with her." "But the money " "Can't we earn it? I heard Mr. Hardman tell the butcher that he needed someone to help pick his late strawberries, and he'll pay five cents a quart.
Prom day to day, and sometimes from hour to hour, he watched with intense anxiety. The symptoms improved daily; the anguish caused by the fractures having subsided, the patient was in progress of slow, but to all appearance, certain recovery. Mrs Hardman now had sufficient cause to ground a strong opposition to the match her son was endeavouring to make.
"Mac, he doesn't have to square you. Anyone could see he's a liar," called Pan derisively. "Hurd, I I'll have you shot I'll shoot you myself," burst out Hardman, wrestling his arm toward his hip. A thundering report close beside Pan almost deafened him. Hardman uttered a loud gasp. His eyes rolled fixed in awful stony stare. Then like a flung sack he fell heavily.
He hoped his cousin was wrong, but could not feel certain that he was. "Frank, make an excuse for calling Jeff here; he ought to know of this at once." Looking toward the timber, they saw that their friend had just given up his axe to Hardman, who was swinging it a short distance from where Tim McCabe was lustily doing the same.
I'll bet he hasn't any law papers from the territory, or government, either.... Jard Hardman will be the hard nut to crack. Now, Dad, back in Littleton I learned what he did to you. And Lucy's story gave me another angle on that. It's pretty hard to overlook. I'm not swearing I can do so. But I'd like to know how you feel about it."
Barclay suddenly thrust out his big pock-marked face. "The thing couldn't have happened by itself. Some burlesque angel put it over when the Old Man wasn't looking. Spread out on the tapestry cushions of that limousine was Nute Hardman! "There they were side by side. Not six feet apart; Old Nute in a sable-lined coat and Charlie in his hand-me-down, at a pound, three and six."
It bubbled up in his talk like effervescing soda. "Now we'll go into a committee of the whole, gentlemen, adjourn to the stable, and have a little game of 'Button, button, who's got the button? You first, Mr. Hardman. If you'll kindly shuck your coat and vest, we'll begin button-hunting." They diligently searched the miscreant without hiding anything pertaining to "J. H. begins hear."
Hardman, his man Purcell, and the outlaw Mac New. He called himself Hurd. He was one of Hardman's jailers there in Marco. But I knew Hurd as Mac New, back in Montana. I saved him from being hanged." Pan moistened lips too dry and too hot for his swift utterance, and then he told in stern brevity the true details of that triple killing.
With a muttered imprecation he rose to his feet and left. But it was by no means the last of him. After the departure of Hardman, Jeff explained to Tim why he had driven him from their company. He told what Frank had seen when crossing Lake Lindeman, and how the fellow afterward, when he thought all were asleep within the tent, went out to meet his confederate.
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