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Very slowly the head went up and back, and there he stood, not ten paces from her, with the white moon full on his face. The sneer was still there; the eyelid fluttered in scornful derision. And the heart of Jacqueline came thundering in her throat. But she cried in a strong voice: "McGurk, d'you know me?" He did not answer. "You murderer, you night-rider! Look again: it's the last of the Boones!"
There were no places, or, rather, only one or two places, along the mountain trail, where inquiries could be made as to whether or not the robber or some night-rider had passed. But at such lonely cabins as Jack and his friends came to they roused the inmates and put their questions. "Seems to me I did hear a hoss gallopin' about an hour back," said one old man.
I fully intended to go on the next day, but before I knowed it I been there a couple of days, and have got very well acquainted with that fambly. Well, that was a house divided agin itself. Miss Lucy, she is awful favourable to all this nightrider business. She spunks up and her eyes sparkles whenever she thinks about that there tobaccer trust. She would of like to been a night-rider herself.
But when the night-rider had dismounted in front of the barn door, turned his horse loose, and, limping stiffly, walked forward on foot, the man rubbed his eyes hard before he could believe them. Then he uttered an incredulous greeting and led Henry de Spain into the barn office. "There's friends of yours in your room up-stairs right now," he declared, bulging with shock.
Bill interpreted those glances to suit himself, and while he unobtrusively led Jake into a shed to give him a hurried grooming before saddling another horse, Bill did some hard thinking. "Shore is a night-rider in this outfit," he summed up. "He shore did pick himself a top hoss, and he shore rode the tail off'n 'im just about. Me, I'm crazy to know who done it."
A mild effort to arouse a sentiment for county control was made, and this failing, the Kentuckian had straightway gone for firebrand and gun. The dormant spirit of Ku-Klux awakened, the night-rider was born again, and one by one the toll-gates were going up in flame and settling back in ashes to the mother earth.
Dorothy stepped back then, her eyes staring with the fury of failure as she gazed at the man who had disarmed her while one by one other dark and uniformed figures continued to enter and range themselves about the wall. The night-rider who held the captured rifle had not spoken, but the woman's eye, as it ranged up and down, caught sight of a shoe and she recognized a patch.
"Any heedless killin's right now would bring on a heap of trouble afore I'm ready fer hit but ye hain't no more fretful ter hev him die then what I be an' thet's what we're buildin' up this hyar night-rider outfit ter do." "Thet's another thing thet disquiets me, though," objected Squires.
Shefford cried aloud with his spirit when all that was red in him sprang again into a flame of hell. That was what had been wrong with him last night. He could kill this stealthy night-rider, and now, face to face with Fay, who had never been so beautiful and wonderful as in this hour when she made love the only and the sacred thing of life, now he had it in him to kill.
They were driven to this ultimate conclusion by the simple fact that while Tresler had been witnessing the movements of the masked night-rider, Joe had been zealously dogging the footsteps of the foreman in the general interests of his mistress. And that individual's footsteps had never once taken him to the rancher's private stable. Jake had evidently been out on the spy himself.
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