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"What you didn't say is what I want to hear." "Harry, I won't try to give you a long line of talk. I can't tell it all and I don't want to try to fool you. There's another name in the story that I don't feel I've got a right to bring in that's all. Some day you'll hear it." Neither Lefever nor Sawdy could get any more out of Laramie. He showed the strain of sleeplessness and anxiety.
A way was found to meet Laramie's objection on every point and it only remained to hatch up a scheme for lightening the cattlemen's pockets. With Carpy, Lefever and Sawdy, Laramie sat down apart. An exchange of views took place. Sawdy had in mind something he had once seen Laramie achieve and on this and the possibility of its success the talk centered.
"Throw 'em away then. A present, ain't they? Nobody in town eats 'em but you." Kate unfortunately suggested braizing the sweetbreads for Sawdy and Lefever. "What?" exclaimed Belle. "Men don't eat sweetbreads, don't you know that? You've got to give 'em steak round steak and the tougher the better tough as cowhide and fried to tears. They'd be insulted.
The two men had just ridden into the quaking asps when a man coming out of the Gap almost rode into them. The intruders had halted and were sufficiently hidden to escape notice, had not Lefever's horse indiscreetly coughed. The man from the Gap reined up and called out. Lefever answered.
A conference was held in Jeffries's office. De Spain, Lefever, and some of the division staff discussed the situation raised by the affair. De Spain was instructed to see that Sassoon was brought in and made an example of for the benefit of his Calabasas friends. Accordingly, while the guard's life hung in the balance, the sheriff, Jim Druel, was despatched after Sassoon.
Sassoon," Scott smiled sympathetically on Lefever, "is half-way to Morgan's Gap." "After him!" cried Lefever hotly. De Spain looked inquiringly at the guard. Scott shook his head. "That would be all right, but there's two other Calabasas men in the Gap this afternoon it wouldn't be nice to mix with Deaf Sandusky and Harvey Logan." "We won't mix with them," suggested de Spain.
In fact, John Lefever, who was built not unlike a kettle, and whose high, shiny forehead was topped by a pompadour shock of very yellow hair, never whistled except when there was some pressure on his sensibilities.
While he continued his banter she served him and attempted to serve Kate behind the curtains. By persistent, almost despairing pantomime, Kate dissuaded her from this. But at that moment the front door opened again, a brisk greeting was called out and a heavy tread crossed the uneven floor of the outer room. "John Lefever!" Laramie got up to welcome the big deputy marshal. "Just in time.
"If you've got no beds, we won't bother you long," interposed Pardaloe. "I'd like a pitcher of ice-water, anyway," persisted Lefever. "Sit down, noble Greek; we'll talk this over." "Who are you fellows?" demanded Philippi, looking from one to the other. "I am a prospector from the Purgatoire," answered Pardaloe. Philippi turned his keen eye on Lefever. "You a railroad man?"
Bradley jerked his panting horse around and spurred toward Belle's gate. The old man, his thin hair flying and his blood-shot eyes bulging, reined up before Laramie with his arm out, to speak. But the ride and the excitement had been too much. His features worked convulsively but he could not utter a word. "For God's sake, Bill," cried Lefever, catching his arm and jerking him. "What's up?"
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