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See, there's the papers the quitclaim all drawn up and signed." He drew the roll of paper from his pocket again, apparently forgetful of the adjacent weapon. "Look here, 'Lige," said Harkutt, with a business-like straightening of his lips, "I ain't buyin' any land in Tasajara, least of all yours on the creek. I've got more invested here already than I'll ever get back again.
Harkutt remained for a moment with his face pressed against the glass. After an interval he thought he heard the faint splash of hoofs in the shallows of the road; he opened the door softly and looked out. The light had disappeared from the nearest house; only an uncertain bulk of shapeless shadows remained.
Harkutt had an exaggerated conception of the majesty of unimportant detail in the eye of the law. "I'd go with you myself," he added quickly, "but I've got company strangers here." "How did he look when he left, kinder wild?" suggested Peters. Harkutt had begun to feel the prudence of present reticence. "Well," he said, cautiously, "YOU saw how he looked."
It was part of the functions of John Milton Harkutt to take down the early morning shutters and sweep out the store for his father each day before going to school.
"Look here," returned Harkutt earnestly, yet with a singularly cleared brow and a more natural manner. "You ought to take them things over to Squire Kerby's, right off, and show 'em to him. You kin tell him how you left 'Lige here, and say that I can prove by my daughter that he went away about ten minutes after, at least, not more than fifteen." Like all unprofessional humanity, Mr.
Harkutt remained gazing abstractedly at the smiling speaker. From the window above the impatient Phemie was wondering why he kept the strangers waiting in the rain while he talked about things that were perfectly plain. It was so like a man! "Then there's a waterway straight to Tasajara Creek?" he said slowly.
This for a moment confused and frightened him, first with the supposition that he had not brought him at all, but that it was part of his delusion; secondly, with the conviction that without his horse he could neither proceed on the course suggested by Harkutt, nor take another more vague one that was dimly in his mind.
And, as if to accent his simulation of a part, his fingers, feebly groping in his shirt bosom, slipped aimlessly and helplessly from the shining handle of a pistol in his pocket to wander hesitatingly towards the bottle on the counter. Harkutt took the bottle, poured out a glass of the liquor, and pushed it before his companion, who drank it eagerly.
Something in his gaze rather perhaps the apparent absence of anything in it approximate to the present occasion was beginning to affect Harkutt with a vague uneasiness. Providentially a resumed onslaught of wind and rain against the panes effected a diversion. "Come," he said, with brisk practicality, "you'd better hurry on to Rawlett's before it gets worse.
"But we're goin' to leave Sidon," said Phemie, "ain't we, paw?" "As soon as I can run up a new house at the embarcadero," said Harkutt peevishly, "and that's got to be done mighty quick if I want to make a show to the company and be in possession." "And that's easier for you to do, dear, now that 'Lige's disappeared," said Mrs. Harkutt consolingly. "What do ye mean by that?
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