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The Police are so unreasonable when it comes to law." "That's why," he went on, after a thoughtful silence, "I'd like to steer them off the horse question. There's lots else for them to do. . . . Why didn't I think of Mavy before?" He went to the edge of the bank and whistled. Ten minutes later Conrad was with them. "Koppy got them repairs done yet?" "Pretty nearly," replied the foreman.
Heppel and eight cruel companions, as directed by Koppy, had gone on the trail of the two lovers. But when it came the moment to strike, Adrian Conrad was their master. In the darkness they slunk away. And the two lovers, arms entwined, scarcely knew that darkness was falling. In the shack the Indian listened to the fading exhaust of the speeder. His eyes were roving about the room.
"Five men will do," said Koppy. "Five men's six too many," grumbled Werner. "Why d'you pick yours truly for all the soft jobs?" "You are honoured. Only three of you " "I'll give up my share of the honour to Morani's; he's fair bubbling for a chance to wipe out the miss he made with his dirk the other night. I'm not a bit resentful. I don't care if I never see the boss again.
Creatures of his will, they obeyed without a word and wound away, later to drop down to the camp. Koppy followed. Straight through the unkempt cluster of buildings they went until they were out in the open river bottom far from the nearest group of gamblers, who turned dull eyes on them between plays. Koppy seated himself and waved to his followers to do the same.
"There's Koppy just come out of his shack. A couple with him, Werner and Heppel, I bet." "Dear me!" she teased out to him. "And I've been so careful with the meals." A few moments of mirror concentration. "But I know what it really is that trestle. It's nerves. . . . Till that hole's filled you're just an ordinary sick man. . . . And you know you can't stand the twilight.
As he looked, a half hundred passed furtively, slinking along, silent, moving back into the bush and the shadows, a procession of guilty mutes, glancing neither to right nor left, held to their course by the promise of the coming gathering. "Come," ordered Koppy. "We go." He lit the lamp and opened the door, and they climbed through the way they had entered.
"At one o'clock Saturday night," he announced in a loud voice. "Till then no touch rifles. Say nothing till the day. That's all." He dismissed them with a wave of his hand. The half breed lifted himself from the ground behind the shack and slunk away. Half the conspirators were already through the window when Koppy made a movement of his hand toward the camp.
"We won't argue it. You know I know." "I hear rifles," said Koppy, looking from foreman to boss. "I come quick." He was, in his subtle way, demanding an explanation. "If you were half as keen over the knives and knuckle-dusters of them fellows of yours!" snapped Torrance. "Rifles kill far away. Knives perhaps not and only that far." He swung out a dexterous arm.
But if his own men won! Koppy had a vision of vanished glory of lost leadership. Morani and Werner had taken their lives in their hands to accomplish that which he was failing to do from the protection of a tree. Snapping his teeth together, he put his eye coolly to the rear sight. If his own men were in the way well, that was their lookout. He was aiming at Torrance. A hush fell over the forest.
From the open door of one of them Koppy's head appeared, and disappeared as quickly. He, too, understood. As Conrad approached the nearest cook-house, Koppy emerged hastily on his way to the next. Conrad changed his intentions and strolled on after the underforeman. The two men met face to face as Koppy was coming out. The foreman, inches shorter, laid a hand on the Pole's shoulder.
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