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It was either he or I or the life of a woman who never harmed a hair of his head, and a woman I'm bound to protect. He was running when he was hit. If he had got to cover again there was nothing to stop him from picking both of us off. I shot low most of the lead must have gone into the ground." "He was hit in the head." De Spain was silent. "It was a soft-nose bullet," continued Pardaloe.
Within a few miles of the snow-covered peak the hoof-prints ran directly into the road from Calabasas to Morgan's Gap and were practically lost in the dust of the wagon road. "Here's a go," muttered Pardaloe at fault, after riding back and forth for a mile in an effort to pick the horse up again.
Pardaloe, without answering, pushed through the half-open door into the room. "We're staying here to-night," announced Pardaloe, as simply as possible. Lefever had already edged into the doorway, pushing the stubborn innkeeper aside by sheer bulk of weight and size. The sleepy man gave ground stubbornly. "I've got no beds," he growled surlily. "You can't stay here."
Jeffries had already sent a party, of whom Pardaloe, a man of Farrell Kennedy's from Medicine Bend, had been picked up as one, down from Sleepy Cat, to look for the missing man, and for hours the search had gone forward. "Suppose you go back to the barn," suggested Pardaloe, "and wait there while I go in and have a little talk with the landlord." "Why, yes, Pardaloe.
"But I've got to go to town once in a while, whether I meet Henry de Spain or not, Uncle Duke." "What do you have to go for?" "Why, for mail, supplies everything." "Pardaloe can attend to all that." Nan shook her head. "Whether he can or not, I'm not going to be cut off from going to Sleepy Cat, Uncle Duke nor from seeing Henry de Spain." "Meaning to say you won't obey, eh?"
With Lefever making the old steps creak, ahead, and Pardaloe, with his long, soft, pigeon-toed tread close behind, the unwilling landlord was taken up the stairs, and the two men thoroughly searched the house. Lefever lowered his voice when the hunt began through the bedrooms few of which contained even a bed but he kept up a running fire of talk that gave Philippi no respite from anxiety.
Not this alone disquieted his pursuers; the trail as they pursued it showed the unsteady riding of a man badly wounded. Lefever, walking his horse along the side of a ridge, shook his head as he leaned over the pony's shoulder. Pardaloe and Scott rode abreast of him. "It would take some hit, Bob, to bring de Spain to this kind of riding."
Lefever, with McAlpin and Pardaloe standing at his side, reported to the superintendent all he could learn. "He rode away without help, of course," explained Lefever to Jeffries in conclusion. "What shape he is in, it's pretty hard to say, Jeffries. Somehow, he went the other way and nobody saw hide nor hair of him, so far as I can learn.
"Hold on, Pardaloe; pull down that curtain behind you!" "Don't touch that curtain, Pardaloe!" shouted Gale Morgan. "Pardaloe," said de Spain, his left arm pointing menacingly and walking instantly toward him, "pull that curtain or pull your gun, quick." At that moment Nan, in hat and coat, reappeared in the archway behind de Spain. Pardaloe jerked down the curtain and started for the door.
"Yesterday morning's fight?" asked de Spain reluctantly. "Yes, sir." "How did he happen to catch us on El Capitan?" "He saw a fire on Music Mountain and watched the lower end of the Gap all night. Sassoon was a wide-awake man." "Well, I'm sorry, Pardaloe," continued de Spain after a moment. "Nobody could call it my fault.
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