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The proving of his charge was a matter which would entail time and trouble, and something else which he did not care to contemplate; besides, he wanted to get away. His recollection of his recent interview with Iredale was still with him. And he remembered well the rancher's attitude. It struck him that George Iredale would fight hard to prove his innocence.
Time your travel to get you near Val Verde on the morning of the twenty-sixth. You won't have to more than trot your horses. At two o'clock in the afternoon, sharp, ride into town and up to the Rancher's Bank. Val Verde's a pretty big town. Never been any holdups there. Town feels safe. Make it a clean, fast, daylight job. That's all. Have you got the details?"
The neighboring rancher's wife had originally come from the East herself; but she had lived long enough in the Panhandle to have quite rubbed off the veneer of that "culchaw" of which Sue was an exponent. "The Bar-T is the show place of the Panhandle," she said, promptly. "We are rather proud of it all of us ranchers." "Indeed? I had no idea!" cooed the girl from Boston.
"Belllounds, there's no sense in it, but a lot of truth," confessed Wade, gloomily. "Ahuh!... Wal, Hell-Bent Wade, I'll take a chance on you," boomed the rancher's deep voice, rich with the intent of his big heart. "I've gambled all my life. An' the best friends I ever made were men I'd helped.... What wages do you ask?" "I'll take what you offer."
My hands are tied, for if I made a bad move and lost out, I'd be sinking Will's money with mine." "I wouldn't make any bad moves if I were you," said the girl, glancing at the rancher's grave face. "Business is business, Nell. We needn't begin that old argument. Only, understand this: I'll play square just as long as the other side plays square.
I'm ready now to make up for it," replied Jean, feelingly. "Wal, wal, shore thats fine-spoken, my boy.... Let's set down heah an' have a long talk. First off, what did Jim Blaisdell tell you?" Briefly Jean outlined the neighbor rancher's conversation. Then Jean recounted his experience with Colter and concluded with Blaisdell's reception of the sheepman's threat.
Of this Joe was certain, for the man had scoured the woods in the direction of the river; he had watched the trail from the rancher's stable for nearly half an hour; he had crept up to the verandah of the house under cover of the darkness, seeking Joe knew not what, but always on the alert, always with the unmistakable patience of a man by no means new to such a task.
Even the tough little Buckskin mount of Frank showed signs of weariness; though ready to keep on if his master gave the word. "That would be hard to tell," replied the rancher's son; "but it must be all of sixty-five miles, I reckon." "Then that beats my record some," declared the other. "But it was a glorious gallop all the way through," asserted Frank.
My attempts to reach a definite conclusion as to what the professors had seen met another blank wall. I had no more success than I'd had trying to reach a conclusion on the authenticity of the photographs. A thorough analysis of the reports of the flying wings seen by the retired rancher's wife in Lubbock and the AEC employee and his wife in Albuquerque was made.
Helen looked up; already Howard had passed out of sight; already her father's two pack horses had followed the rancher's mare beyond the brushy flank of the hill and Longstreet himself would be out of her sight in another moment. She turned a last look upon the still pond and hurried on. Now again, as upon yesterday and the day before, the desert seemed without limit about them.
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