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Updated: June 9, 2025
What’re Kitchell, Rennie, Topham to you that you’re willing to face a noose for them?" "Kitchell I know nothin’ about—except what I’ve heard and that’s not good." Drew sat down on the bunk, partly because the chill which had crept down his back had poured into his legs and they felt oddly weak under him. "Reese Topham and Mr. Rennie—as far as I’m concerned they’re honest men.
But in precisely the same manner as a trained physician glances at a doomed patient, and from that indefinable look in the face of him and the eyes of him pronounces the verdict "death," so Kitchell took in the stranger with a single comprehensive glance, and exclaimed: "Wreck!" "Yas, sah. I tink-um velly sick." "Oh, go to 'll, or go below and fetch up my glass hustle!" The glass was brought.
Kitchell bunked on one side, Charlie on the other. A hacked deal table, covered with oilcloth and ironed to the floor, a swinging-lamp, two chairs, a rack of books, a chest or two, and a flaring picture cut from the advertisement of a ballet, was the room's inventory in the matter of furniture and ornament.
Why, right now they could have circled ahead—could be waiting for Kitchell again as they had at the pass. An attack could give him a thin chance of escape. He had best keep his mouth shut and not provoke Shannon, maybe feign being more helpless than he was. The outlaws had difficulty in getting the Mexican on his horse when they were ready to move on in the evening.
"Nobody’s got it straight outta him yet. Army patrol picked him up on th’ road close to town—looked like he’d been footin’ it quite a spell. An’ by that time he didn’t know wot he was doin’. Nye got him to Doc’s an’ they put him to bed. He ain’t said much, ’cept Kitchell jumped him down Long Canyon way——" "Kitchell!" Hunt Rennie repeated the name and nodded.
The Captain sucked his mustache, then furiously, striking the desk with his fist: "The bark's ours!" there was a certain ring of defiance in his voice. "Damn the will! I ain't so cock-sure about the law, but I'll make sure." "As how?" said Wilbur. Kitchell slung the will out of the open port into the sea. "That's how," he remarked. "I'm the heir.
The Captain had now taken not a little to Wilbur; at first for the sake of a white man's company, and afterward because he began to place a certain vague reliance upon Wilbur's judgment. Kitchell had reemarked as how he had brains.
Why could not Miss Brosius leave until Miss Worden came in, and why did Dr. Kitchell stride up and down, up and down, never for an instant removing his keen eyes from the class before him? In the daily intercourse with her parents, she had asked questions freely. She did now as she would have done with them. As Dr.
Rennie had their small force stationed to cover every approach to the water hole, and with the Pimas here too, Drew was sure that they would not be surprised. Would Kitchell follow the pattern Rennie expected—try to water here? And then strike for the south? With his men scattered, many killed or taken at the pass, he had very little choice.
His hand went to his own. "I oughta know, seem’ as how I was picked up with a parcel of ’em an’ was close ’nough to feel th’ wind when a noose swung by. "This here Kitchell—I’m takin’ Bible oath he’s th’ same mangy breed. Maybe so he started out to be Reb, but that was a long time ago an’ he crossed over th’ river long since.
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