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Updated: May 6, 2025
They had to remember me, an' I gave them something to remember me by!" "Who do you mean by 'they, Rathburn?" asked the miner. "Sheriff Long an' the others," said Rathburn quickly. "There wasn't a chance for me. Why, I was thinking of giving myself up only this morning. Joe, it ain't in the pictures not after I let Gomez have it.
They would be expecting shots from every boulder; for Rathburn had let them know he had no intention of being taken easily or alive. The afternoon wore on, with Rathburn steadily penetrating the very heart of Imagination Range. Finally he swung out of the cañon trail and took a dim path to the right.
I do not choose to say any more on this subject, except that I have decided to offer two similar prizes for the two best compositions submitted within the next four weeks. I shall assign them to the best of my judgment, without regard to the scholarship of the writer." Mr. Rathburn spoke in a quiet, dignified manner, which convinced all who heard him of his fairness.
"You want to stay here an' talk when there's a score or two of men after us? I'm worse than an officer. Slope for that ridge now. Hurry!" The man put the steel to his horse, and they dashed up the slope, crossed the ridge, and found themselves in a thick growth of timber which covered a large area. "Pick your way into the middle of that patch of timber," snapped out Rathburn.
"I'm going to hire, or, rather, I'm going to try to hire a man I believe is just as tough, just as clever, just as quick with his gun as the men who've been robbing the Dixie Queen. I'm going to hire him to carry the money to the mine!" "So that's why you got me out of jail," said Rathburn, drawing the inevitable tobacco and papers from his shirt pocket. "Yes!" whispered Sautee eagerly.
"I reckon that's what I'm goin' to have to do," said Rathburn as he bent over the form on the floor of the powder house. The boy's eyes were open and were staring into Rathburn's. Rathburn lifted him to his feet, where he stood unsteadily. Again the gun was in Rathburn's hand. "This party is goin' to leave us," he said to the frightened mine manager. "I'm goin' to step just outside for a minute.
Then he tendered it, butt foremost, to Sheriff Bob Long. Long took it and threw it on the table, looking first at Rathburn, then at the dead man on the floor. He waved toward the doors and windows. "You boys can draw back," he ordered. Mallory stepped to the fallen Doane. The man's face had set in a white cast. He felt his heart. "He did for him," he said, rising.
Now I'm double crossing the two of you." Sautee's look had changed to one of anger. He glared at Rathburn, forgetting his predicament. "You'd have a fine time proving any of this nonsense," he found the courage to say.
Rathburn slipped his own weapon into his left hip pocket and with his left hand dug into his trousers pocket for the key to the cage. He didn't take his eyes from Neal's as he brought it out and inserted it in the lock. His right hand continued to hang above the gun he had taken from the jailer.
As the sheriff left to get the writing materials, with the jailer following him, doubtless for a whispered confab as to what Rathburn might be wanting to write and its possible bearing on his capture, the prisoner hastily ran his left hand down into his right sock and with some difficulty withdrew a peculiar-shaped leather case about ten inches long and nearly the width of his foot.
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