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Updated: June 27, 2025
Local tradition held that, at some far-distant period, the place had been occupied by a camp of half-breed "bad-men" who worked their evil trade upon the south side of the American border, and sought security in the shelter of this perfect hiding-place. Be that as it may, it was now the abode of George Iredale, rancher.
I must prove myself to myself before before " She broke off, only to resume again with a fierce and passionate earnestness of which Alice had never believed her capable. "I can never marry George Iredale with Leslie's unavenged death upon my conscience. I could never trust myself.
And Prudence, her anger evaporated as swiftly as her mother's, told the two old ladies of her love for Iredale, and how he had asked her to be his wife. She told them how Hervey had come to her with the story of his discovery; how, after attempting to blackmail his victim, he had offered his information to her at a price.
He fondly believed that Iredale came to the farm to thrust his attentions upon Prudence. This was exasperating enough in itself, but when Grey, in his righteous indignation, thought of other matters pertaining to the owner of Lonely Ranch, his indignation rose to boiling pitch. He meant to have it out with him to-night.
The two men confronted each other, both held calm by a strength which a moment ago would have seemed impossible in at least one of them. Grey's face worked painfully with suppressed excitement, but he gripped himself. George Iredale was calm under the effort of swift thought. He was the first to break the silence, and he did so in a voice well modulated and under perfect control.
Besides, we would work together; we would not leave a stone unturned to discover the wretch who did him to death " He broke off. Prudence answered swiftly, and the set of her face seemed to grow harder as she felt the difficulty of abiding by her resolve. "This is no phantom of duty, George. It is very much a reality. I cannot marry you until until " Iredale was smiling now.
He had recognized the fact that Iredale was in love with Prudence, nor was he slow to appreciate the possibilities which this matter suggested as a money-raising means. Yes, Hervey intended that Iredale should pay for the privilege of enjoying his sister's society. Money he must have, and that at once. It was a wild, desolate region which he rode through on his way to Lonely Ranch.
If I am unable to go with you, you are welcome to shoot over the land by yourself. There are some grand antelope about the place." "Thanks. I shall certainly come again. And well, when are you coming over to us again? I can't offer you any shooting." "Don't trouble," smiled Iredale. Hervey saw the "boy" Chintz leading his horse round.
My heart told me that you were innocent; but the evidence oh, the evidence. I could see no loophole. Everything pointed to you you. And I, wretch that I am, I believed." And the girl sobbed as though her heart would break. Iredale made no attempt to soothe her; he felt that it would be good for her to weep. She leant against the table, and after a while her sobs quietened.
But beyond that she noticed nothing; she did not even see the plump figure of Sarah Gurridge approaching the house from the direction of Leonville. Once in her own little room she flung herself into an arm-chair and sat staring straight in front of her. Her paramount feeling was one of awful horror. The mystery was solved, and George Iredale was the murderer.
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