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And that was the end of my gang. What with Kennebec Lou and Suds both gone, what chance did I have to hold the boys together?" The brakie heard this recital with the keenest interest, nodding from time to time. "What beats me, Lefty," he said at the end of the story, "is why you didn't knife into the fight yourself and take a hand with Donnegan" At this Lefty was silent.
"I got some stuff in my room, Pete," said the friendly fellow who had overtaken him. "Come up and have a jolt, and we can have a talk. 'Lefty' and Monahan think you went flop on the job, but I know better, eh? The old man always picks you for these singles; he never gives me a shot at 'em." Then he added: "Here we are!"
He took one look and asked what I was doing with a snapshot of Lefty Camillion. The hair is white and the mustache is gone, but it's Lefty." Rick gasped. "My sainted aunt! Of course! I should have known it myself." "There's more. Sandy recognized Lefty's small friend too. This is an odd one, Rick. The man is Dr. Elbert K. Drews. He was fired six months ago by Space Electronics Industries.
The terror of it all, the whole realization, sprang up in the girl. In a moment she was crying: "Stop him, John for Heaven's sake, find a way to stop him." "There is only one power that can turn the trick, I'm afraid," answered John Mark. "That power is Lefty." "If he shoots Lefty he'll come straight toward us on his way to the house, and if he sees you "
She could not credit bloodshed, death. Always in her life both had been things remote. And as the real significance of Lefty Howe's story grew on her, she shuddered. It lay at her door, equally with her and Monohan, even if neither of their hands had sped the bullet, an indirect responsibility but gruesomely real to her. God only knows to what length she might have gone in reaction.
Lefty Joe expertly lighted a match in spite of the roaring wind, and by this wild light the brakie read the denomination of the bill with a gasp. He rolled up his face and was in time to catch the sneer on the face of Lefty before a gust snatched away the light of the match. They had topped the highest point in Jericho Pass and now the long train dropped into the down grade with terrific speed.
Trendley's cabin that night and several punchers sat around it occupied in various ways. Two men leaned against the wall and sang softly of the joys of the trail and the range. One of them, Lefty Allen, of the O-Bar-O, sang in his sweet tenor, and other men gradually strolled up and seated themselves on the ground, where the fitful gleam of responsive pipes and cigarettes showed like fireflies.
With no more fuss than he would have made when he was a colt in paddock he allowed the cowboy to wash and dress his wounded shoulder and to lead him about by the halter. By a little stream that rounded the base of a big butte, Lefty for it was he made camp, and every day for a week he applied to Black Eagle's shoulder a fresh poultice of pounded cactus leaves.
In that moment he gave up hope and, resigning himself to die, determined to fight to the last gasp, as became one of his reputation and national celebrity on "the road." Yet Lefty Joe was no common man and no common fighter. No, let the shade of Rusty Dick, whom Lefty met and beat in his glorious prime let this shade arise and speak for the prowess of Lefty Joe.
Larry kept watch, now on the trailing Lefty, now on the best chance for execution of his idea all the way up the east side and around the turn at the north end.
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