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Was he so certain of her then? "Ruth!" called Quinnion. "Oh, Ruth! The girl's gettin' away. Goin' down the rocks. Head her off at the bottom." Judith had found, because her fate was good to her, the long slanting crack in the wall of rock up which she had come that day with Bayne Trevors. There was still danger of a fall, but the danger was less now than it had been ten seconds ago.
I've got nothing on you. It's up to you to see that I don't get it! And you can tell Shorty for me yes, and Quinnion too, and Bayne Trevors, if you like that I am ready and waiting for your next play! And don't forget that when San Quentin is full there's still room in Folsom." Judith telephoned Emmet Sawyer that she had a man for him.
Carson little by little had come to share Lee's uncertainty and anxiety; and now, like Lee, sought eagerly to find a sign something to tell that Judith had been lured away by Trevors or Quinnion; or that she had been overpowered here and taken out, perhaps through a window. But Judith had gone Saturday night, and Mrs. Simpson had done her work thoroughly.
When Quinnion started his talk oh, it's a song an' dance about you an' her all alone in some damn cabin, trying to crawl out'n the looks of things by accusin' Quinnion of tryin' to shoot you up! well, folks jus' laughed at him. More recent, somebody must have took him serious an' smashed him in the mouth. He looks like it.
Judith had shuddered when he touched her. But a strange thing had happened to her. His touch had angered her so that she almost forgot to be afraid, angered her so that the loathing was gone in white hot hatred, giving her back her old strength. Now, though he had the brutal force of a strong man, Quinnion did not have the swiftness of movement of an alert, desperate girl.
His fingers touched the wall, then moving back assured him that no one was within reach. Lifting a foot slowly, he took one cautious step forward, toward the spot where he had last seen Quinnion. Again his arm, circling through the darkness, sought to locate for him one of the men who must be very near him now. Suddenly it brushed a man's shoulder.
Now and then she heard a curse from Quinnion above; often from above her, from below her own feet, from across the chasm, dropping stones, falling almost sheer, told of haste and death which might come from an unlucky step. Fast as Judith went now, having a fair sort of cliff trail under her, Mad Ruth went faster.
"The better to see you by, my dear!" was Quinnion's word of greeting. Judith made no answer. She drew a little farther back into the shadows, a little closer to the things she had hidden among the fir-branches. "Ho," sneered Quinnion, his mood from the first plain enough to read in the glimpses of his face and in the added harshness of his voice. "Timid little fawn, huh?
He was with the Western Lumber Company, as director and district superintendent, seemingly giving all his dynamic force to the legitimate affairs of the company. But there were those who placed no faith in the obvious. Bud Lee kept in touch with Rocky Bend and learned that Quinnion had not come back; that no one knew where he had gone.
They began a slow, cautious approach, slipping from bush to bush, from tree to tree, standing motionless now and then to frown into the folds of the night's curtains. Abruptly the firing ceased. They made out vaguely the two forms of the attackers, having located them a moment ago by the spurting flames from their guns. Then, "Got enough in there?" came the snarling voice of Quinnion.
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