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Updated: June 9, 2025
Miss Brosius rubbed her eye-glasses, and seating herself at the end of the room, kept her gaze fixed upon the back of the students' heads. Such scrutiny was not calculated to make one feel at ease. For one hour no sound save the moving of pencils was heard. Then Miss Brosius spoke. "I have a class the next period, Dr. Kitchell," she said. "I can stay no longer."
Rennie replied, nodding vigorously, as if to make assent more emphatic. Anse translated. "Th’ Mex wanted to know if th’ Old Man meant what he said ’bout talkin’ up to th’ law. If so, he may loosen his jaw some. I’d say, if he’s a guide from down there, he wouldn’t be too set on coverin’ for Kitchell—not when that might mean gettin’ his own neck stretched.
But the tone of the last remark caught his full attention. "What d’ you mean? What’s happened now?" "I’ve had suspicions, pretty nasty ones, for some time. But I had your trouble—no proof. In the last three days I’ve picked up and sorted out a few very wild cards, and now they make a pat hand. Kitchell has had his contact here-abouts, all right, just as Bayliss has always insisted."
Charlie took the wheel, and he and Kitchell began to choose the men for their watches, just as Wilbur remembered to have chosen sides for baseball during his school days. "Sonny, I'll choose you; you're on my watch," said the Captain to Wilbur, "and I will assoom the ree-sponsibility of your nautical eddoocation." "I may as well tell you at once," began Wilbur, "that I'm no sailor."
Maybe he thought he could run down Kitchell all by hisself. Which is jus’ about as straight thinkin’ as kickin’ a loaded polecat on th’ tail end. But Johnny’s always been like that. Do it now, think ’bout it later. Got him into more scrapes ’n I can count me on both hands. Hope th’ Old Man gives it to him this time, hot an’ heavy, both barrels plumb center!"
Although more richly dressed than when she had seen her before, Elizabeth recognized in her the plain little woman with whom she had eaten lunch on her journey to Exeter. Both Fraulein Kronenberg and Dr. Kitchell announced tests for the week before the Christmas holidays. The Seniors and Middlers arose early and stayed up late to study.
This Kitchell, he is like an Apache—here, there, everywhere. Today I am easier because you have brought the Pima, because we have two more guns in this camp." "Why didn’t you pull out yourselves?" Anse asked curiously. "Because, were we watched, that would have made our discovery as plain as if we stood out in the open and shouted it to the winds.
Kitchell did not hurry; in fact he followed the old cavalry custom of resting mounts at regular intervals, seeing that each of the weary horses had nostrils and mouth wiped out with a dampened cloth. At the third halt he allowed them a drink of water before a smaller portion was given the men. Whatever else the outlaw might be, he was an experienced field commander.
Far behind, in a mass of shadow just bluer than the sky, he could make out a few twinkling lights San Francisco. Half an hour later Kitchell came on deck from his supper in the cabin aft. He glanced in the direction of the mainland, now almost out of sight, then took the wheel from one of the Chinamen and commanded, "Ease off y'r fore an' main sheets."
Captain thought you was Kitchell’s man, when he shoulda looked a little closer in a coupla other places." "But you were shot—by Kitchell’s men." "I was creased by th’ shotgun rider on th’ stage we tried to stop. Boys brought me in close to town an’ dumped me on th’ road—gave us a chance to make up another tale to fool Bayliss. Me, I’ve been ridin’ with Colonel Kitchell since ’64.
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