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Fellow down there was talking about two cowboys who were arrested." "Sure. I heered all about that. Joe Bean an' Brick Higgins they belong heah, but they ain't heah much. Longstreth's boys." Duane did not want to appear over-inquisitive, so he turned the talk into other channels. After getting supper Duane strolled up and down the main street.
He pondered long on the action of the robber when Longstreth's bellow of rage burst in upon him. This ruffian, as bold and mean a type as Duane had ever encountered, had, from some cause or other, been startled. From whatever point Duane viewed the man's strange indecision he could come to only one conclusion his start, his check, his fear had been that of recognition.
Duane compared this effect with the suddenly acquired sense he had gotten of Colonel Longstreth's powerful personality. Why had that desperate robber lowered his gun and stood paralyzed at sight and sound of the Mayor of Fairdale? This was not answerable. There might have been a number of reasons, all to Colonel Longstreth's credit, but Duane could not understand.
I caught him took him to Longstreth's court. But they let him go." Laramie appeared to be agitated by this intimation of friendship. "See here, Laramie," went on Duane, "in some parts of Texas it's policy to be close-mouthed. Policy and health-preserving! Between ourselves, I want you to know I lean on your side of the fence." Laramie gave a quick start.
To the right stood a tall, angular, yellow-faced fellow with a drooping sandy mustache. Conspicuous on his vest was a huge silver shield. This was Gorsech, one of Longstreth's sheriffs. There were four other men whom Duane knew by sight, several whose faces were familiar, and half a dozen strangers, all dusty horsemen. Longstreth pounded hard on the table to be heard.
"Excuse me, Phil. Shore I didn't see you come in, an' Boldt never said nothin'." "It took you a long time to get here, but I guess that's just as well," spoke up a smooth, suave voice with a ring in it. Longstreth's voice Cheseldine's voice!
But that time had gone for ever, both in intent on Longstreth's part and in possibility. Lawson, like the great majority of evil and unrestrained men on the border, had reached a point where influence was futile. Reason had degenerated. He saw only himself.
Lord, I'm glad to see you," was the Captain's greeting. Then at closer look into Duane's face his warmth fled something he saw there checked his enthusiasm, or at least its utterance. "MacNelly, shake hand with Cheseldine," said Duane, low-voiced. The ranger captain stood dumb, motionless. But he saw Longstreth's instant action, and awkwardly he reached for the outstretched hand.
He found them at length, restless, somber, anxious, but unaware of the part he had played at Ord. They said Longstreth was home, too. It was possible that Longstreth had arrived home in ignorance. Duane told them to be on hand in town with their men in case he might need them, and then with teeth locked he set off for Longstreth's ranch.
With fading sight he saw Kane go down, then Boldt. But supreme torture, bitterer than death, Poggin stood, mane like a lion's, back to the wall, bloody-faced, grand, with his guns spouting red! All faded, darkened. The thunder deadened. Duane fell, seemed floating. There it drifted Ray Longstreth's sweet face, white, with dark, tragic eyes, fading from his sight... fading.. . fading...
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