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The signatures may all be false. Maybe you signed them yourself." The lawyer grew very white at this and stammered until Glenister drew him out of the room. "Come, come," he said, "we'll carry this thing through in open court. Maybe his nerve will go back on him then. McNamara has him hypnotized, but he won't dare refuse to obey the orders of the Circuit Court of Appeals." "He won't, eh?
And the preacher rebuilt his fire, climbed upon a log, and roosted there, with cocked carbine, until daybreak, while the Lieutenant slept and snored. The "other story" is about Private McNamara, a Grizzly, and some gray squirrels. McNamara got leave to go hunting, and went over to Devil's Gulch, the roughest canyon in the country and the best hiding place for big game.
McNamara had seen this psychological trick tried before and now took advantage of it to walk through the press slowly, eye to eye. He did it theatrically, for the benefit of the girl, and, as he foresaw, the men fell away before him all but Glenister, who blocked him, gun in hand. It was plain that the persecuted miner was beside himself with passion.
"Do you think he's after me?" "He ain't after nobody else, an', take my word for it, it's got nothin' to do with McNamara nor that gamblin' row. He's too game for that. There's some other reason." This was the first mention Dextry had made of the night at the Northern. "I don't know why he should have it in for me I never did him any favors," Glenister remarked, cynically.
I just wanted to see if you were lying about your gun." "I'll kill you," cried McNamara. Glenister laid his six-shooter upon the safe and slipped off his own wet garment. The difference was more marked now and the advantage more strongly with the receiver.
Those whom he was able to warn dressed hurriedly, took their rifles, and went out into the drifting night, leaving empty cabins and weeping women. The great fight was on. Towards daylight the remnants of the Vigilantes straggled into the big blank warehouse on the sand-spit, and there beneath the smoking glare of lanterns cursed the name of McNamara.
McNamara was at the window gazing out into the dark street, his back towards the lawyer, who lolled in the chair, babbling garrulously of the girl. Glenister ground his teeth a frenzy possessed him to loose his anger, to rip through the frail ceiling with naked hands and fall vindictively upon the two men. "She looked good to me the first time I saw her," continued Struve.
McNamara," said Struve. "Your name is a household word in my part of the country. My people were mixed up in Dakota politics somewhat, so I've always had a great admiration for you and I'm glad you've come to Alaska. This is a big country and we need big men." "Did you have any trouble?" Dunham inquired when the three had adjourned to a private room.
We had to. The other people shadowed us, and it's come to a point where it's life or death to one side or the other. I told McNamara we'd have bloodshed before we were through, when he first outlined the scheme I mean when the trouble began." She wrung her hands. "That's what uncle feared before we left Seattle. That's why I took the risks I did in bringing you those papers.
McNamara directed the search with a manner wholly lacking in his former mock courtesy. It was as though he had been soured by the gall of defeat. The mask had fallen off now, and his character showed insistent, overbearing, cruel. Towards the partners he preserved a contemptuous silence.
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