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Marbolt," he could not help saying, "but after what I heard last night, I cannot believe he is not in league with these people." It was an unfortunate remark, and brought the biting answer that might have been expected. "I plead for no man, Tresler. Most certainly not for a Breed. I show you where you are wrong. Your inexperience is lamentable, but you cannot help it."
There was an air of the miser about him when he spoke of it, a hardness about the mouth which the close-trimmed beard made no pretense of concealing. And there was a world of arrogance in the way he said, "I own the land." However, he was given no time for further observation, for Marbolt seemed to realize his own digression and came back abruptly to the object of his discourse.
Sheriff, I order distinctly this man remains where he is. Am I right? Have I right?" "Undoubtedly." Then Fyles turned upon the blind man. "His orders are your law, Mr. Marbolt," he said. "And you, of course, will be held responsible for any violation of them." The blind man nodded in acquiescence. "Good," said the doctor, rubbing his hands. "Nothing more for me now. Return to-morrow.
I chose you; Marbolt gave me the privilege of selection." "Wal, guess we'd best git goin'. Willow Bluff station's fair to decent, so we'll only need our blankets an' grub an' a tidy bunch of ammunition. Guess I'll go an' see Teddy fer the rations." He went off in a hurry. Tresler looked after him. It was good to be dealing with such a man after those others, Jake and the rancher.
Miss Marbolt, admirable nurse. Wish I was patient. He will be about again in two weeks. Artery small. Health good young. Oh, yes, no fear. Only exhaustion. Hope you catch villains. Good-morning. Might have severed jugular near shave." Doc. Osler bowed to the girl and passed out muttering, "Capital nurse beautiful." His departure brought the rancher to his feet, and he groped his way to the door.
They moved out and stood at the door in full view of the house. The evening was drawing in. The sun was on the horizon, and the purple night shades were rising out over the eastern sky. "Arizona," Tresler said a little later, "I've got an unpleasant task before me. I've just seen Marbolt pass the window of his den. I want a few words with him. I think I'll go now."
It was the rich, gentle voice of Diane Marbolt, and its tone was one of quiet raillery. She was gazing down at him from the back of her sturdy broncho mare, Bessie, with eyes from which, for the moment at least, all sadness had vanished.
'Way back in them old days, when we was mates, before you was blind, before you was cranked against 'most everybody, when we scrapped agin them black-backs in the Indies side by side, when we quarreled an' made friends again, I liked you, Marbolt, an' I worked honest by you. There wa'n't nothin' mean to you, then, 'cep' in handin' out dollars. I hadn't no kick comin' those days.
"You have strange visitors at the ranch, Miss Marbolt very strange. They come stealthily in the dead of night; they come through the shelter of the pinewoods, where it is dark, almost black, at night. They come with faces masked at least one face " He got no further. There was no lack of effect now. Diane was round upon him, gazing at him with frightened eyes.
That will be settled by the government." Tresler became thoughtful. Suddenly he turned to his companion. "Sheriff," he said earnestly, "I hope you'll spare Miss Marbolt all you can. She has lived a terribly unhappy life with him. I can assure you she has known nothing of this nothing of the strange blindness. I would swear it with my last breath."
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