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Updated: September 9, 2025
Drew was aware of it, too—the vibration carrying through stone and soil. The drumming of hoofs, horses coming at a run. Now it was more than vibration, a distinct roll of sound magnified and echoed. And he caught a shout or two, the cries of men hazing on laggers. It must be Kitchell on his way through to the border! A dust haze, rising like smoke.
Previously each young lady had been cautioned about providing herself with all necessary articles. Elizabeth had conscientiously heeded the caution. The top of her desk had the appearance of a department of a small stationery store. She began her work. Dr. Kitchell walked up and down the room, never once turning his eyes from them.
An’ don’t take on th’ whole pack of this when only ’bout th’ salt bag is of your buyin’. You ain’t responsible for Kitchell, nor Johnny Shannon, nor Bayliss’ wantin’ to down th’ Old Man. Can’t see as how much of this is your doin’, after all." Rennie had set his ambush at the pass with care.
"I guess she's ours," he whispered. They were now close enough to make out the bark's name upon her counter, "Lady Letty," and Wilbur was in the act of reading it aloud, when a huge brown dorsal fin, like the triangular sail of a lugger, cut the water between the dory and the bark. "Shark!" said Kitchell; "and there's another!" he exclaimed in the next instant, "and another!
His protests and roars of anger went unheeded and he rode on as much a prisoner as Drew. "Move out." Kitchell motioned with the Colt. "Those two peaks ahead—according to Benito, the cut we want is between them. Across that we’re free. The army can’t follow us into Mexico." But Kitchell still kept to a cautious pace. The risk of losing a mount was one he dared not run.
Throughout all the afternoon the Captain had been drinking the whiskey from the decanter found in the cabin; now he stood up unsteadily, and, raising his glass, exclaimed: "Sonny, here's to Kitchell, Wilbur & Co., beach-combers, unlimited. What do you say, hey?" "I only want to be sure that we've a right to the bark," answered Wilbur. "Right to her ri-hight to 'er," hiccoughed the Captain.
Then we will be able to get at Kitchell, and the army will settle him for good and all!" "Bayliss!" The captain had half turned, but Don Cazar’s call halted him. "Don’t you try harassing any of my riders. They mind their business and will not make any trouble as long as they are left in peace.
"He what—?" His father was staring at him now with pure amazement. "But that doesn’t make sense," he added as if to himself. "No? I think it does, suh. Kitchell wouldn’t have dared to raid the Range if he were goin’ to stay in this country, would he? And after such a raid he’d head south. You believe that much or you wouldn’t be here waitin’ for him now.
Meanwhile Charlie had brought the "Bertha Millner" up to within hailing distance of the bark, and had hove her to. Kitchell ordered Wilbur to return to the schooner and bring over a couple of axes. "We'll have to knock holes all through the house, and break in the skylights and let the gas escape before we can do anything.
He felt that it was his duty to see to it that the girl had her rights. Kitchell must be made aware of the situation must be told that Moran, the daughter, the Captain's heir, was on board the schooner; that the "kid" found in the wheel-box was a girl. But on second thought that would never do.
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