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"Worry, damn you!" he sneered. "I don't know what was in Judge Lindman's mind, but I hope he never comes back! That will help to repay you for that knockdown!" Corrigan went over to the Castle and ate supper.
"What has happened?" She spoke breathlessly, for something in Corrigan's voice warned her. "Very little from Trevison's viewpoint, I suppose," he laughed. "He came into my office this morning, after being served with a summons from Judge Lindman's court in regard to the title of his land, and tried to kill me.
Five minutes later he was in Judge Lindman's presence, leaning over the desk toward the other. "I want you to issue a warrant for Patrick Carson. I want him brought in here for examination. Charge him with being an accessory before the fact, or anything that seems to fit the case. But throw him into the cooler and keep him there until he talks.
He was preoccupied and deliberate, for he was trying to weave a complete fabric out of the threads of Braman's visits to Hester Harvey; Hester's ride westward, and Judge Lindman's abrupt departure. He had a feeling that they were in some way connected. At a little after seven he finished his meal, went upstairs and knocked at the door of Hester Harvey's room.
He strode out, leaving Lefingwell slightly stunned over his abrupt leave-taking. A minute later he was in the squatty frame courthouse, towering above Judge Lindman, who had been seated at his desk and who had risen at his entrance. Trevison shoved the summons under Lindman's nose. "I just got this," he said. "What does it mean?"
It had been a bold scheme, and well planned, and it would have succeeded had it not been for the presence of the sentries. He had not anticipated that. He laughed grimly, remembering Judge Lindman's fright. Would the Judge reveal the identity of his early-morning visitor?
He had decided that Trevison had swung off the Bar B trail somewhere between Manti and the ranchhouse, and he led his deputies back to town, content to permit his men to continue the search for Trevison, for he was convinced that the latter's visit to the courthouse had resulted in disappointment, for he had faith in Judge Lindman's declaration that he had destroyed the record.
Trevison turned, to see a short, heavily built man smiling mildly at him. "I'm a deputy from Judge Lindman's court," announced the man. "I've got a summons for you. Saw you coming in here saves me a trip to your place." He shoved a paper into Trevison's hands, grinned, and went out.
I suppose he was going to the pueblo, expecting to meet Levins and Lindman there " "By God!" The big, broad-shouldered man standing at Judge Lindman's side interrupted her. He turned and faced the crowd. "We're damned fools, boys lettin' this thing go on like we have!
But there was Judge Lindman's half-heartedness to disprove that line of reasoning. Also, Trevison was convinced that if Corrigan knew of the existence of the record he would destroy it; it would be dangerous, in the hands of an enemy. But it would be an admirable weapon of self-protection in the hands of a man who had been forced into wrong-doing in the hands of Judge Lindman, for instance.
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