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Levins, and watching Clay, who was painstakingly mending a breach in his cartridge belt. Rosalind had seen Clay once only, and that at a distance, and she stole interested glances at him.
Even now, if it weren't for spending the summer at the Levins', I don't know how we should be managing to live. Of course Kostya and Kitty have so much tact that we don't feel it; but it can't go on. They'll have children, they won't be able to keep us; it's a drag on them as it is. How is papa, who has hardly anything left for himself, to help us?
Then the group split up, three going toward the front of the building; two remaining near the side door, and two others walking around to the rear. For an instant Trevison regretted that he had not taken Levins' advice about forming a posse of his own men to take the courthouse by storm, and he debated the thought of postponing action.
"He came to the courthouse last night to get the record. I told him where it was. He forced me to go with him to an Indian pueblo, and he kept me there yesterday. He left me there last night with Clay Levins, while he came here to get the record." "Do you reckon he got it?" "I don't know. But from the way Corrigan acted last night " "Yes, yes; he got it!"
For her father was concerned in this, and if he had any knowledge that Corrigan was stealing land if he was stealing it he was guilty as Corrigan. If he had no knowledge of it, she might be able to prevent the steal by communicating with him. "Trevison tell me?" laughed Levins, scornfully; "'Firebrand' ain't no pussy-kitten fighter which depends on women standin' between him an' trouble.
"So you ain't got nothin' on me. But if you're figgerin' that the coin ain't mine, why I reckon a guy named Corrigan will back up my play." The deputy took him at his word. They found Corrigan at his desk in the bank building. "Sure," he said when the deputy had told his story; "I paid Levins the money this morning. Is it necessary for you to know what for? No?
Shortly afterward, he was talking lowly to Levins as the latter saddled his pony out at the stable. "I'll do it for you," Levins told him. And then he chuckled. "It'll seem like old times." "It's Justice versus Law, tonight," laughed Trevison; "it's a case of 'the end justifying the means." Manti never slept.
The pueblo seemed like an ancient city of his dreams; the adobe houses details of a weird phantasmagoria; his adventures of the past forty-eight hours a succession of wild imaginings which he now reviewed with a sort of detached interest, as though he had watched them from afar. The moonlight shone on him; he heard Levins exclaim sharply: "Your arm's busted, ain't it?"
"That's all right," laughed Corrigan, coldly. Trevison dropped from Nigger at the dooryard of Levins' cabin, and looked with a grim smile at Levins himself lying face downward across the saddle on his own pony.
Levins isn't giving the woman a square deal, so far as that is concerned," went on the banker; "she and the kids are in want half the time, and I've heard that Trevison's helped them out on quite a good many occasions. Anyway, Trevison appeared in town this afternoon, looking for Levins. Before he found him he heard these two beauties framing up on him. That's the result the two beauties go out.
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