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Then he whispered something in his ear, handed it back, and Pedro gave it to Gilbert. "Ze ranger. Zey come," he said as he did so. "Bueno. I go," said Lopez, and started toward the door. Then he turned to Gilbert. "Astuavago adios. Maybe we will meet again, maybe no. Quien sabe?" He waved his hand, gave one last look at Pell's limp form, and cried, "Adios!" He was gone vanished like a ghost.
The boys stood by in anxious suspense while the doctor made his examination. "It is utter collapse from severe mental strain," he said after a minute. "He will come around presently." He wrote out a prescription and gave it to Scott to take out for him and then turned to Rex. "You are Mr. Pell's brother, I believe?" he said.
Serves you both gol darn good and right!" He seemed to go into a spasm of laughter. Pell's chief concern now was to get out of the mess to get away; to have everything settled. Lopez could probably be dealt with, man to man. "Look here," he suggested, in a direct attack, "can't we settle things some way?" "Yes," the bandit replied.
His tongue was cleaving to the roof of his mouth, his hand seemed to freeze on the trigger. "What the devil!" he called out. And then a figure appeared miraculously in the alcove, where one candle still burned, shedding a ghostly beam of light from a shelf. "Good God!" A shot rang out. But it was not Pell's revolver from which it sped.
Quick, write down that I leave all my fortune unreservedly, to what is his full name?" "Whose full name?" Sydney had dropped his pen and sat staring at Mr. Tyler as if in a daze. "Why your brother Roy Pell's." "Royal Fillmore Pell," Sydney repeated the name mechanically, still too amazed at the inference he must draw from the question to be really conscious of what he was saying. "Thank you.
Pell's whole manner changed, and the look of a wounded animal came into his eyes. "A man says many things in anger that he doesn't mean," was his own extenuation. "Haven't you ever made the same mistake yourself, Jones? I'm sure you have. There's no use getting excited." He put up a hand. "Here we are, we three. She is my wife. But she doesn't love me, nor do I love her. She does love you.
"You you're joking." There was a crack in Pell's voice. "Joking?" "You must be!" huskily. "I thought so all along now I'm sure of it." The bandit faced him, and threw his cigarette over his shoulder in the chimney-place. "Do I look like a joker?" "You sit there, like that, and talk of killing me in cold blood?" Lopez took him in through half-closed lids. "I do not like you. Nobody like you.
"You mean to say," said Gilbert, "that you took seriously what my doddering old uncle said? I told you I thought he was crazy, and you seemed to agree with me. What are you talking about now?" Morgan Pell's steel-gray eyes fastened themselves on Jones, "I am talking to my wife. I am not ready for you yet. One thing at a time, you know." He looked again at Lucia. "Well? I am waiting.
Nobody else ever wanted it except this kindly neighbor of ours!" He glared at Hardy triumphantly. Pell was silent. Gilbert came to himself. "Oil!" he said. "Then this ranch, instead of being worth nothing, would be worth hundreds of thousand of dollars maybe millions!" He had taken the bag from Pell's extended hand, and now turned in dismay and confusion to the window, and put the bag on a chair.
He turned fully toward her. "All right, I've no objection." "You're lying," Gilbert affirmed. Pell's tongue rolled round in his cheek. "I don't blame you for thinking so. You haven't been shot to-day. You should try it sometime. It changes one's viewpoint surprisingly." His voice seemed to lose its hardness for a moment; there was a note of self-pity in it. "But you said " Gilbert began.
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