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But he's bigger than you got more flesh.... Funny, wasn't it, Buck, about the doctor only bein' able to cut one bullet out of you that one in your breastbone? It was a forty-one caliber, an unusual cartridge. I saw it, and I wanted it, but Miss Longstreth wouldn't part with it. Buck, there was a bullet left in one of Poggin's guns, and that bullet was the same kind as the one cut out of you.
But he was not used to women, and this dark-eyed girl made him thrill and his heart beat thickly and his wits go scattering. "Search my house!" exclaimed Miss Longstreth; and red succeeded the white in her cheeks. She appeared astonished and angry. "What for? Why, how dare you! This is unwarrantable!" "A man Bo Snecker assaulted and robbed Jim Laramie," replied Duane, hurriedly.
He's had a shady past here, as this court will know if it keeps a record." "What's this I hear about you, Bo? Get up and speak for yourself," said Longstreth, gruffly. Snecker got up, not without a furtive glance at Duane, and he had shuffled forward a few steps toward the Mayor. He had an evil front, but not the boldness even of a rustler. "It ain't so, Longstreth," he began, loudly.
May I look for him?" "If you are indeed a ranger." Duane produced his papers. Miss Longstreth haughtily refused to look at them. "Miss Longstreth, I've come to make Fairdale a safer, cleaner, better place for women and children. I don't wonder at your resentment. But to doubt me insult me. Some day you may be sorry." Floyd Lawson made a violent motion with his hands. "All stuff!
Papa scouts laughs at danger. He seemed to think there was no danger. Yet he raved after it came." "Go with us all the way to Fairdale please?" asked Miss Ruth, sweetly offering her hand. "I am Ruth Herbert. And this is my cousin, Ray Longstreth." "I'm traveling that way," replied Duane, in great confusion. He did not know how to meet the situation.
Then the prisoner, Snecker, with a cough that broke the spell of silence, shuffled a couple of steps toward the door. "Hold on!" called Duane. The call halted Snecker, as if it had been a bullet. "Longstreth, I saw Snecker attack Laramie," said Duane, his voice still ringing. "What has the court to say to that?" "The court has this to say. West of the Pecos we'll not aid any ranger service.
Lawson's face seemed darker, more sullen, yet lighted by some indomitable resolve. "We'll settle both deals to-night," Lawson was saying. "That's what I came for." "But suppose I don't choose to talk here?" protested Longstreth, impatiently. "I never before made my house a place to " "We've waited long enough. This place's as good as any. You've lost your nerve since that ranger hit the town.
Longstreth rose presently and reached for a flask, from which he drank, then offered it to Knell. He waved it aside. "Knell," began the chief, slowly, as he wiped his lips, "I gathered you have some grudge against this Buck Duane." "Yes." "Well, don't be a fool now and do what Poggin or almost any of you men would don't meet this Buck Duane. I've reason to believe he's a Texas Ranger now."
When he did get there the crack he had marked was a foot over his head. There was nothing to do but find toe-holes in the crumbling walls, and by bracing knees on one side, back against the other, hold himself up Once with his eye there he did not care what risk he ran. Longstreth appeared disturbed; he sat stroking his mustache; his brow was clouded.
But his nonchalance, his air of finality, his authoritative assurance these to Duane's keen and practiced eyes were in significant contrast to a certain tenseness of line about his mouth and a slow paling of his olive skin. In that momentary lull Duane's scrutiny of Longstreth gathered an impression of the man's intense curiosity.
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