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"I don't see; you forget his money." The blind man's tone was very low. "You forget he intends to buy a ranch and stock. You forget that he has twenty-five thousand dollars to expend. Bah! I'll never make a business man of you." "And what about your girl?" Jake asked, quite unmoved by the other's explanation. "My girl?" Marbolt laughed softly. "You are always harping on that.
Marbolt moved slowly, though without the aid of his stick now, over to the table, and seated himself. "It's the old trouble," said Jake, when his master had settled himself. "The cattle 'duffers. They're gettin' busy busy around this ranch again." "Well?" Marbolt turned to Tresler; his action was a decided snub to Jake. Tresler took his cue and began his story.
These are the reasons why I fear Jake, Mr. Tresler, since you insist on knowing." "I thank you, Miss Marbolt." The gentle tone at once dispelled the girl's resentment. "You have suspicions which may prove to be right. It was for this reason I asked you to discuss Jake. One thing more and I'll have done. This Joe Nelson, he is very shrewd, he is in close contact with you.
You won't need it now, neither will he." He paused, while the horror of his story sank deeply into the heart of at least one of his hearers. Then he went on with that eager, nervous fire he had at first displayed: "Mr. Marbolt, I look to you to help me. I've got nothing to keep me now from following this devil of a man. I want to borrow horses, and I'll hunt him down.
"Shake," he muttered hoarsely. And Tresler gripped the proffered hand. "And perhaps you'll have that flower-garden, Joe," he said, "without the weeds." "Mr. Tresler, sir, shake agin." "Never mind the 'mister' or the 'sir," said Tresler. "We are old friends. Now, Fyles," he went on, turning to the officer, who had been looking on as an interested spectator, "have you any news for Miss Marbolt?"
But soon I discovered that he was not the actual leader. So far, good. There was only Marbolt left; but he was blind. Last night, when you came for me, and told me what had happened at the ranch, and about the lighted lamp, I tumbled. But even so I still failed to understand all. The man was blind in daylight, and could see in darkness or half-light.
For her their hours of acquaintance might have been years; years of mutual help and confidence. However, she gathered her reins up as though to drive on. Tresler promptly stayed her. "No, don't go yet, Miss Marbolt, please. Pleasures that come unexpectedly are pleasures indeed. I feel sure you will not cast me back upon my gloomy thoughts." Diane let the reins fall into her lap.
I'll have no murder done in here unless I do it myself. Get back back, blast you!" And Jake was slowly, in spite of his continued struggles, thrust against the wall. And then, as he still resisted, Marbolt pushed the muzzle of a revolver against his face. "I'll drop you like a hog, if you don't " But the compelling weapon had instant effect, and the foreman's resistance died out weakly.
"Just so, Jake," replied Marbolt, turning to the foreman coldly. "I forgot that you told me of it before. But that makes little difference. I have no doubt Anton knows where they are. Now," he went on, turning again to Tresler, "I hold no brief for Anton in particular.
Tresler walked away in the direction of the house. He was weak, and did the journey slowly. Nor did he feel comfortable. However, he was doing what he knew to be right, and, as he ruefully reminded himself, it was seldom pleasant to do one's duty. His object was simply a matter of form, but one which omitted would give Marbolt reason for saying things.
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