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After that there was another long interval of darkness. When the light came again, clearer this time, the same earnest-faced man bent over him. It was MacNelly. And with recognition the past flooded back. Duane tried to speak. His lips were weak, and he could scarcely move them. "Poggin!" he whispered. His first real conscious thought was for Poggin. Ruling passion eternal instinct!
You're done. But think of your daughter! I'll spare your life I'll try to get you freedom on one condition. For her sake! I've got you nailed all the proofs. There lies Lawson. You're alone. I've Morton and men to my aid. Give up. Surrender. Consent to demands, and I'll spare you. Maybe I can persuade MacNelly to let you go free back to your old country. It's for Ray's sake!
And at the close of that day he decided Fairdale was what MacNelly had claimed it to be, and that he was on the track of an unusual adventure. The following day he spent in much the same way, though on one occasion he told Laramie he was looking for a man. The innkeeper grew a little less furtive and reticent after that.
"Duane, I'm sure glad to meet you," went on MacNelly; and he extended his hand. Amazed and touched, scarcely realizing this actuality, Duane gave his hand and felt no unmistakable grip of warmth. "It doesn't seem natural, Captain MacNelly, but I believe I'm glad to meet you," said Duane, soberly. "You will be. Now we'll go back to camp. Keep your identity mum for the present."
"If I place a pardon in your hand make you a free, honest citizen once more, clear your name of infamy, make your mother, your sister proud of you will you swear yourself to a service, ANY service I demand of you?" Duane sat stock still, stunned. Slowly, more persuasively, with show of earnest agitation, Captain MacNelly reiterated his startling query. "My God!" burst from Duane. "What's this?
They'll not get swift till inside. The thing is they MUSTN'T get clear inside, because the instant they do they'll pull guns. That means death to somebody. If we can we want to stop them just at the door." "But will you hide?" asked MacNelly. "Hide!" The idea had not occurred to Duane. "There's a wide-open doorway, a sort of round hall, a vestibule, with steps leading up to the bank.
Without mustache he appeared different, younger. When MacNelly saw that Duane intended to greet him, to meet him, he hurried forward. A keen light flashed from his eyes. He was glad, eager, yet suppressing himself, and the glances he sent back and forth from Duane to Longstreth were questioning, doubtful. Certainly Longstreth did not look the part of an outlaw. "Duane!
MacNelly almost embraced Duane, would probably have done so but for the dark grimness that seemed to be coming over the man. Instead he glowed, he sputtered, he tried to talk, to wave his hands. He was beside himself. And his rangers crowded closer, eager, like hounds ready to run. They all talked at once, and the word most significant and frequent in their speech was "outlaws."
MacNelly, you CAN'T be in earnest!" "Never more so in my life. I've a deep game. I'm playing it square. What do you say?" He rose to his feet. Duane, as if impelled, rose with him. Ranger and outlaw then locked eyes that searched each other's souls. In MacNelly's Duane read truth, strong, fiery purpose, hope, even gladness, and a fugitive mounting assurance of victory.
"Company A, under Captain MacNelly, that new ranger. He made a big name in the war. And since he's been in the ranger service he's done wonders. He's cleaned up some bad places south, and he's working north." "MacNelly. I've heard of him. Describe him to me." "Slight-built chap, but wiry and tough. Clean face, black mustache and hair. Sharp black eyes. He's got a look of authority.
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