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Their voices mingled the Judge's low, quavering; Trevison's full, deep, sympathetic. After a while a rider appeared out of the starlit haze of the plains below them. The Judge started. Trevison laughed. "It's Clay Levins, Judge. I've been watching him for half an hour. He'll stay here with you while I go after the record. Under the bottom drawer, eh?" Levins hallooed to them.
He saw Clay Levins standing close to him, his thin lips in a cruel curve, his eyes narrowed and glittering, his body in a suggestive crouch. The silence that had suddenly descended smote Marchmont's ears like a momentary deafness, and he looked foolishly around him, uncertain, puzzled.
It was the imminence of violence that had aroused her, the portent of a lawless deed that might result in tragedy. She had told Mrs. Levins that she was doing this thing for her sake, but she knew better.
Out of the concave depths of the shields whipped lashes of blinding flame. With ropes of fire they knouted the Things the sledges struck, the sullen crimson levins blasted. Now I could see the Shapes that attacked.
A volley of thunder burst but not the thunder of the Metal Monster or its Hordes; no, the bellowing of the levins of our own earth. And the wind was cold; it bathed the burning skin; laved the fevered lungs. Again the sky was split by the lightnings. And roaring down from it in solid sheets came the rain.
But Levins did not reproach him he merely groaned, eloquently. Trevison leaned against the opening of the chamber. His muscles ached; he was in the grip of a mighty weariness. Nature was protesting against the great strain that he had placed upon her.
His opponent had gone down, temporarily disabled from sundry vicious blows from a fist that had worked like a piston rod. A figure loomed at his side. "I got mine!" it said, triumphantly; "we'd better slope." "Another five minutes and I'd have cracked it," breathed Levins as they ran. "What's Corrigan havin' the place watched for?" "You've got me. Afraid of the Judge, maybe.
"Clay Levins," he said, finally. "Can you find him?" "Why, he's in town today; I saw him not more than fifteen minutes ago, going into the Elk!" "Find him and bring him here by the back way," directed Corrigan. Braman went out, wondering. A few minutes later he returned, coming in at the front door, smiling with triumph.
He turned at a corner and in a dark angle almost stumbled over Levins. He was lying on his stomach, his right arm under his head, his face turned sideways. Trevison thought at first that he was asleep and prodded him gently with the toe of his boot. A groan smote his ears and he kneeled quickly, turning Levins over.
Half an hour later, in a darkness which equaled that of the night on which he had carried the limp and drink-saturated Clay Levins to his wife, Trevison was dismounting at the door of the gun-man's cabin. A little later, standing in the glare of lamplight that shone through the open doorway, he was reassuring Mrs. Levins and asking for her husband.
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