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Then, whether from shock or hope or fear I know not, he appeared about to faint. "Hoden, do you know who's boss of this secret gang of rustlers hereabouts?" asked Steele bluntly. It was characteristic of him to come sharp to the point. His voice, something deep, easy, cool about him, seemed to steady Hoden. "No," replied Hoden. "Does anybody know?" went on Steele.
I remembered then that he killed Hoden. I began to sweat fire. Would Steele ever come? "'Jim, the ole man hed cold feet an' he's give 'em to Jack, said Bo. 'It ain't nothin' to lose your nerve once. Didn't I run like a scared jack-rabbit from Steele? Watch me if he comes to life, as the ole man hinted! "'About mebbe Steele wasn't in the 'dobe at all. Aw, thet's a joke! I seen him in bed.
The other two parts go first to Tombuctu, whence one of them goes by Toet to Tunis and other ports of the Barbary coast, and the other portion is carried to Hoden, and from thence to Oran and One , towns in Barbary, which are within the Straits of Gibraltar, and to Fez, Morocco, Arzila, Azafi, and Messa, towns on the African coast of the Atlantic, where the Italians and other Christians procure it from the Moors, in return for various commodities.
The distance of Tisheet from Hoden in our maps is about 375 miles E. S. E. But there are other salt mines in the desert still farther to the east. Of the Empire of Melli, and some curious particulars of the Salt Trade: Of the Trade in Gold: Of the, Azanhaji; and concerning swarms of Locusts.
But I was surprised to hear some scully say Sampson owned the Hope So dive." "I've heard he owned considerable property hereabouts," replied Jim constrainedly. "Humph again! Why, Jim, you know it, only like every other scully you meet in this town, you're afraid to open your mug about Sampson. Get me straight, Jim Hoden. I don't care a damn for Colonel Mayor Sampson.
"I call to your mind the fact that you once testified falsely in court, and got punished for it." Why did my sharpened and experienced wits interpret a hint of threat or menace in Sampson's reminder? Hoden rose from the bench and with an unsteady hand reached down to support himself. He was no longer young, and he seemed broken in health and spirit. He had been hurt somewhat about the head.
Sympathy had made him soft. I did not need to ask another question. "It was two years ago two years last March," he went on. "I was in a big cattle deal with Sampson. We got the stock, an' my share, eighteen hundred head, was rustled off. I owed Sampson. He pressed me. It come to a lawsuit, an' I was ruined." It hurt me to look at Hoden. He was white, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Say, I reckon I know Hoden." "Nit. Not this one. He's the old Hoden. He used to own the Hope So saloon. It was on the square when he ran it. Maybe he'll get it back pretty soon. Hope so!" I laughed at my execrable pun. Steele leaned against the counter, his gray glance studying the man I had so oddly introduced. Hoden in one flash associated the Ranger with me a relation he had not dreamed of.
"Now, Jim, that last follows natural. I haven't had much chance to show how good I am on the draw with a gun. But that'll come soon." "Reckon thet talk's a little air," said Hoden with his dry laugh. "Same as you leanin' a little on the Ranger's side of the fence." "But, Jim, wasn't he game? What'd you think of that stand? Bluffed the whole gang! The way he called Sampson why, it was great!
Hoden, didn't I tell you friends would come? So will the brighter side." "Yes; I've more faith than I had," replied Mrs. Hoden. "Roger Sampson's daughter has come to me. There for a while after Jim's death I thought I'd sink. We have nothing. How could I ever take care of my little ones? But I'm gaining courage." "Mrs. Hoden, do not distress yourself any more," said Miss Sampson.
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