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Because Link had permitted a certain light to glow in his eyes Lawler had knocked him down. If the four of them were to remain in the cabin for any length of time, there would be periods when he must sleep. And then Link Lawler's thoughts broke off here, for he heard a sound at the door Givens' voice, saying hoarsely: "For God's sake, Boss, let us in! We're freezin' to death!"
Lawler's Pilot that, far from the office seeking the man, our candidate had spent over a hundred thousand dollars of his own money, to say nothing of the contributions of Mr. Scherer, Mr. Dickinson and the Railroad! If I had been troubled with any weak, ethical doubts, Mr.
But there was something in the outlaw's manner, in the cold, measured tone of his voice, in his nonchalant disregard of the pistol in Lawler's hand that brought a swift suspicion into Lawler's mind.
In Lawler's eyes was still that intense light that had been in them when he had been watching Shorty as the latter had been relating what had happened during the night and the morning. And yet Lawler betrayed no sign of excitement. His face was pale, and his lips were stiff and white; but his muscles were tense, steady, and his brain clear. He knew what to expect from Antrim.
It was the icy rage that awes with its intensity; the deliberate bringing to the verge of deadly action the nerves and muscles that yearn for violent expression and then holding them there, straining tensely, awaiting further provocation. Both men knew what impended; both saw in the steady, unwavering gleam of Lawler's eyes the threat, the promise of violence, should they elect to force it.
But he noted with venomous satisfaction that Lawler's hand did not move upward the slightest fraction of an inch toward his gun, and he laughed discordantly, taking another step toward Lawler, so that he would be close enough to strike when the time came.
The tall man Link had ceased his labors with the woman, and was standing near Lawler. He grinned at Lawler's words. His face was flushed, his eyes were glowing with passion as he watched the inert form on the bunk. "She's a peach," he said, thickly. Lawler was not looking at him; he was giving all his attention to the woman. "Della Wharton," continued Link.
You know, of course, about the charge I brought against you?" "Why did you do it, Miss Wharton?" She laughed mirthlessly. "Why? I don't know, Lawler. I expect I did it because I felt I ought to tell the truth." Lawler's grim smile did not seem to affect her. She met it steadily.
Evidently the man was returning towards the room accompanied by somebody from the street. The doctor was keenly observing the mastiffs, and just as Lawler's hand struck upon the handle of the door to turn it, he suddenly called out sharply: "Lawler, you are not to open the door!" And as he called, the doctor ran forward between the two dogs and caught their collars in his two hands.
At any rate, the surface of life in Willets and the surrounding country had become smooth, no matter what forces were at work in the depths. It appeared that the men who had fought Lawler in the past, were now careful to do nothing that would bring upon them a demonstration of his new power. Gary Warden, however, was not fearful of Lawler's official power.
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