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He was sobering up when we waked him. Lisner tried to rib him up to go after Foy and waylay him told him he had been threatening Foy's life while he was drunk, and that Foy'd kill him if he didn't get Foy first. Dick said he wouldn't do it he'd go along to help arrest Foy, but that's all he'd do. The sheriff and Joe went out together for a powwow.
"Here; Kit's coming to life again," said Lisner. Kitty Foy rolled over; they propped him up; he looked round rather wildly from one to the other. His face cleared. His eye fell upon Pringle, where it rested with a steady intentness. When he spoke, at last, he ignored the others entirely. "And I thought you were my friend, Pringle. I trusted you!" he said with ominous quietness.
Don't you try it!" "Oh, they're just joking, Nueces," said the Major. "Tell us how about it. Here, I'll light the lamp; it's getting dark. Find any sign of Foy?" Nueces leveled a belligerent finger at the Major. "You've been joking, too! I've heard about you. Lisner, I'm ashamed of you! Let Vorhis pull the wool over your eyes, while you sit here and jaw all afternoon, doing nothing!"
To prevent all misapprehension let me say now that I never thought Foy killed Dick Marr." "In heaven's name, why?" demanded Breslin. "My honest but thick-skulled friend, let me put in my oar," implored the Major. "Let me show you that Matt Lisner never thought Foy was guilty. Foy said last night, before the killing, that he was coming up here, didn't he?" "Hey, Major hold up!" cried Pringle.
"Which is another way of saying that you don't think Foy did the killing that you don't even suspect him of it," said Anastacio. as the Major subsided, crestfallen. "Matt Lisner, I know that you hate Foy. I know that you welcome this chance to get rid of him. Make no mistake, Breslin. I was not wanted here. I wasn't asked and none of my people were brought along. I tagged along, though to wait.
That was a good lay, it seemed; and it was carried out with one addition: After Foy brought his horse he rang Central and called up the sheriff. "Hello! That you, Mr. Lisner? This is Kitty Foy," he said sweetly. "Sheriff, I hate to bother you, but old Nueces River, your chief of police, is out of town. And I thought you ought to know that the police force is all balled up.
We can't get nothing from these stiff-necked idiots." "Might as well," agreed Lisner in a tone that tried to be contemptuous but trembled. "We're wasting time here." "Lisner," said the Major in his gentlest tone, "be well advised and leave my daughter be." "And if I don't?" sneered Lisner.
Why, John, there are men down there who are really quite truthful as men go till they get on the witness stand. But the minute they're under oath they begin to lie. Force of habit, I guess. The whole courthouse ring hates Chris and fears him especially Matt Lisner, the sheriff. In the old trouble, whenever he was outwitted or outfought, Chris did it.
Heavy-complected, broad-shouldered, dark blond, very tall and slender, weighs about a hundred and ninety, with a pale skin and a hollow-cheeked, plump, serious face?" At this ill-timed and unthinkable levity Breslin stared in bewilderment; Lisner glared, gripping his fist convulsively; and Mr. Ben Creagan, an uneasy third inquisitor, breathed hard through his nose.
And I never could hear that our side had any the best of it or that the good name of Dona Ana was in any way bettered by our wars. Come, Mr. Lisner the Kingdom of Lady Ann has been quiet now for nearly eight years. Let us leave it so.
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