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When all these things had been put in place Kenset stood back and surveyed the room with a smile in his dark eyes. "Some spot," he said aloud, "some spot!"
So Kenset dived once more into the mysterious recesses of the trunk and this time brought out a thing of rare beauty and value, a large tapestry, some four by six feet in size, a wonderful thing of soft and deathless hues, of cunning distances, of Greek figures and leaning trees, of sea-line so faint as to be almost lost in the misty skies.
All through the golden hours of that noonday while he jogged steadily on Captain, Kenset was thinking. He had food for thought, indeed. He carried a gun at last he who had ridden the Valley unarmed, had meant never to carry one. He felt a stir within him of savagery, of excitement. He meant to have justice done, to put a hard hand on the law of Lost Valley.
If I nod my head we'll drive this bunch o' spawn out o' here so quick it'll make your head swim! What do you think you're doin'?" "I don't think. I know now. Know what we can do what th' law means." Courtrey glanced again at Kenset. "Got some imported knowledge, I take it." "Take it or leave it! Show us them guns!" cried Tharon harshly. "I don't think so," said Courtrey, nodding.
The voice of Kenset rang like a clarion. "Stop!" he cried, "don't shoot!" And he swung off his horse to leap for that gun. But another was before him. With a scream of anguish that rang heaven-high, Ellen shot forward and snatched it from the spot where it had fallen. Tall, white as a ghost in the rose-pink light that was tinged with purple, she stood, swaying on her feet, and faced them.
Miserably Kenset looked at this slip of a girl. She was strange to him, unfathomable. There were depths beneath the changing blue eyes which appalled him. How would he feel toward her when the thing was done when she had killed Courtrey? But she must not be allowed to do it. Not though it took his life. If she was pledged to this thing, he was no less pledged to its prevention.
If only he, Kenset, could take those weapons from her clinging hands, could wipe out of her young heart the calm intent to kill! It was preposterous! It was awful! Bred to another life, another law, another type of woman, he could not reconcile this girl of Lost Valley with anything he knew.
Billy, watching, turned grey beneath his tan. He saw something which none other did, a thing that darkened the heavens all suddenly. "Then," said Kenset quietly, "we'll have to do without your promise and go ahead anyway. We'll ride back to town, demand of Service a proper investigation by a coroner's jury, and begin at the bottom." Tharon moved uneasily in her saddle.
"No," said Kenset miserably, "not till the last." Slowly Tharon knelt down beside him and put a tender arm across his shoulders. Her face was shining like Billy's heart. "Mr. Kenset," she said softly, "I told you once that I was afraid you was soft like a woman that you wouldn't shoot if you had a gun. An' you said, 'You're right. I wouldn't. Not until th' last extremity.
But they are not all the officers of this County. Where and who is your Superior Judge?" "Poor ol' Ben Garland. Weaker'n skim milk. Scared to say his soul's his own." There was infinite scorn in her voice. "No, it's Steptoe Service, or nothin'." Kenset thought a moment. "Who's the Coroner?" he asked presently. "Jim Banner," she answered quickly, "as straight a man as ever lived. Brave, too.
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