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Updated: June 15, 2025
He watched the surgeon's work closely, and when Arnold had finished and given directions for the wounded man's care he walked out of the place with him. "Tell Stanley what I said, will you?" repeated Levake, as the railroad surgeon left the door and started down street.
After much trouble, he found him at a gaming-table, inclined to appear sceptical as to the story that Levake had killed an unoffending brakeman.
"See to Levake first, doctor," said Scott, "he needs it the most." As he spoke, Dancing hurried into the room. "Bob, the car shops are on fire." Scott ran to the east window. It was true. The rioters, supplied with oil and torches, had made their way in the darkness through Callahan's picket line near the river and set fire to the shops.
Scott, who had been up town since the murder, had collected sufficient proof that the chief outlaw, Levake, had done the shooting, and Stanley now sent Scott to Brush, the sheriff, with a verbal message demanding Levake's arrest. Every man that heard the order given knew what it meant.
Weak-kneed men in the conference wanted to compromise and end the fight where it stood. Even Atkinson was disposed to make terms, as the party returned to the barricade. "No," repeated Stanley. "Levake is the head and front of this whole disorder. As long as he can shoot down unarmed men in the streets of Medicine Bend there will be no law and order here.
"Talk about my making a fire out of way-bills! When I saw you lay your hand on that man, I stopped breathing can't breathe just right yet," he muttered, pulling at his shirt collar. "Do you know why you didn't get killed?" "Why, no, Bill, not exactly," confessed Bucks in embarrassment. "Because Levake was out of cartridges. I heard him tell Rebstock so when they walked past me."
"It is mine," he added, after a moment's inspection. "Please move on." "Perhaps before I go," returned the man with the same unpleasant irony, "you will tell me whether you have an express package here for Harvey Levake." "Of course I will, Harvey," responded the operator in a matter-of-fact way. "Just wait a minute."
Scott, reloading his revolver as Dancing relieved him of his end of the burden, stood free to cover the retreat. He fired a warning shot at the nearest of their pursuers. A scattering pistol fire at long range followed. But the railroad men crossed the square in safety, and the big lineman, with Levake in his arms, carried him single-handed into the barricade.
Then, as if his game had been unreasonably interfered with and his peace of mind injured, he rose from the table to relieve his annoyance. Meantime Bill Dancing slipped into his vacated seat, picked up the discarded hand of cards and announced it was too good to throw away. "Will anybody," Bill asked dryly, "play the hand with me while Brush is arresting Levake?"
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