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And Marie, waiting her opportunity, fled to us in the plain. DeBar was not killed. He says my screams brought him back to life. He came out and killed Quade with a knife. Then he fell at our feet. A few minutes later Donald came. DeBar is in another cabin. He is not fatally hurt, and Marie is happy." She was stroking his hand when she finished.
"Did I hit you pretty hard, Bill?" he asked. Every head was turned toward him. Bill Quade stared, his mouth open. He staggered to his feet, and stood dizzily. "You damn you!" he cried huskily. Three or four of the men had already begun to move toward the stranger. Their hands were knotted, their faces murderously dark. "Wait a minute, boys," warned Aldous coolly.
Quade pulled himself together and stepped to the end of the table, his two empty hands in front of him. Aldous, still smiling, faced Rann's glittering eyes and covered him with his automatic. Culver Rann twisted the end of his moustache, and smiled back. "Well?" he said. "Is it checkmate?" "It is," replied Aldous. "I've promised you scoundrels one minute of life. I guess that minute is about up."
And then, suddenly, every drop of blood in his body blazed into fierce life. In the glow of one of the station lamps stood a group of men. The faces of all were turned toward them. One he recognized a bloated, leering face grinning devilishly at them. It was Quade! A low, frightened cry broke from Joanne's lips, and he knew that she, too, had seen him. But it was not Quade that she had looked for.
Could he keep her from discovering the truth until it was time for her to know that truth? In this necessity of keeping her from suspecting that something was wrong he saw his greatest fight. Compared with it, the final settlement with Quade and Mortimer FitzHugh sank into a second importance. He knew what would happen then. But Joanne Joanne on the trail, as his wife
"You don't mean it," declared Sinclair. "Sandersen, you don't mean it! Not alone out here! You boys can't leave me out here stranded. Might as well shoot me!" All were silent. Sandersen looked to Lowrie, and the latter stared at the sand. It was Quade who acted. Stepping to the side of Sinclair he lifted him easily in his powerful arms and lowered him to the sands.
Aldous waited, his heart-strings ready to snap. "An' I think she likes you a great deal, Johnny." Aldous reached over and gripped MacDonald's hand. "The good Lord bless you, Donald! We'll stick! As for Quade and Culver Rann " "I've been thinkin' of them," interrupted MacDonald. "You haven't got time to waste on them, Johnny. Leave 'em to me.
He was sure that she understood the meaning of the assault upon her that night, though she had apparently believed what he and Blackton had told them that it had been the attack of irresponsible and drunken hoodlums. Yet he was certain that she had already guessed that Quade had been responsible. He went to bed, dreading what questions and new developments the morning might bring forth.
It was a piece of paper. Mebby you'd like it as a souvenir, seein' as you laid out Quade for her." As he spoke, Stevens fished a crumpled bit of paper from his pocket and gave it to his companion. Aldous had sat down beside him. He smoothed the page out on his knee.
"That's the right time for us. You found Quade a long time dead, Bill." Sandersen swallowed. In his joy he could have embraced Larsen. "What'll we do?" "Go talk to Sinclair," said Larsen and rose. "I got a rope." "He's a dangerous-lookin' gent," declared Sandersen. Larsen replied mildly: "Mostly they's a pile more interesting when they's dangerous. Come on, boys!"
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