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And I'm crazy to see that bear you were telling me about," she added. Nothing could have suited Aldous more than this suggestion. He was sure that Quade, following his own and Culver Rann's old methods, had already prepared stories about Joanne, and he not only wanted Quade's friends but all of Tête Jaune as well to see Joanne in the company of Mrs. Paul Blackton and her husband.
He wandered more slowly on his way, wondering with fresh interest what his friends, the women, would say when they read his new book. His title for it was "Mothers." It was to be a tremendous surprise. Suddenly his face became serious. He faced the sound of a distant phonograph. It was not the phonograph in Quade's place, but that of a rival dealer in soft drinks at the end of the "street."
As for the woman " Rann shrugged his shoulders with a sinister smile. "She will disappear like the others," he finished. "No one will ever get on to that. If she doesn't make a pal like Marie after a time, why " Again Aldous saw that peculiar shrug of his shoulders. Quade's head nodded on his thick neck. "Of course, I agree to that," he said. "After a time.
Slim Barker was in Quade's place behind the counter. Barker was Quade's right-hand man at Miette, and there was a glitter in his rat-like eyes as Aldous leaned over the glass case at one end of the counter and asked for cigars. He fumbled a bit as he picked out half a dollar's worth from the box. His eyes met Slim's. "Where is Quade?" he asked casually. Barker shrugged his shoulders.
He saw by their lowered eyes that they were hating him. He felt it in the savage grip of their hands, as they lifted him and put him into Quade's saddle. Quade was the largest, and it was mutely accepted that he should be the first to walk, while Sinclair rode. It was accepted by all except Quade, that is to say.
Buck Mason strode straight up to the prisoner. "Was you over to Quade's house yesterday evening?" The other shrank away from the extended, pointing arm. "Yes," he stammered. "I I what does all this mean?" Mason whirled on his companions, still pointing to the schoolmaster. "Take a slant at him, boys. Can't you read it in his face?" There was a deep and humming murmur of approval.
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