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Updated: June 13, 2025
The name Cheseldine has been a mystery, and now it'll fade." A few moments later Duane followed MacNelly to a large room, like a hall, and here were men reading and smoking. Duane knew them rangers! MacNelly beckoned to his men. "Boys, here he is." "How many men have you?" asked Duane. "Fifteen."
He was not long in presenting himself at the door of the house. "Come in and have a chair," said MacNelly, motioning for the one other occupant of the room to rise. "Leave us, Russell, and close the door. I'll be through these reports right off." MacNelly sat at a table upon which was a lamp and various papers.
Duane, you mustn't meet Captain MacNelly. Your record is clean, if it is terrible. You never met a ranger or any officer except a rotten sheriff now and then, like Rod Brown." Still Duane kept silence. He was not thinking of danger, but of the fact of how fleeting must be his stay among friends. "I've already fixed up a pack of grub," went on Jones. "I'll slip out to saddle your horse.
He felt terrible forces at work within him. There was the stern and indomitable resolve to make MacNelly's boast good to the governor of the state to break up Cheseldine's gang. Yet this was not in Duane's mind before a strange grim and deadly instinct which he had to drive away for fear he would find in it a passion to kill Poggin, not for the state, nor for his word to MacNelly, but for himself.
And as he lay there, with the approach of sleep finally dimming the vividness of his thought, so full of mystery, shadowy faces floated in the blackness around him, haunting him as he had always been haunted. It was broad daylight when he awakened. MacNelly was calling him to breakfast. Outside sounded voices of men, crackling of fires, snorting and stamping of horses, the barking of dogs.
"Poggin is dead, Duane; shot to pieces," replied MacNelly, solemnly. "What a fight he made! He killed two of my men, wounded others. God! he was a tiger. He used up three guns before we downed him." "Who-got away?" "Fletcher, the man with the horses. We downed all the others. Duane, the job's done it's done! Why, man, you're " "What of of HER?"
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