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Rebstock turned again on his pursuer. "What do you want, anyhow, stranger?" he demanded fiercely. "A fight, I reckon." "Not a bit of it. I want you, Rebstock," explained Scott without in the least raising his voice. Rebstock's throaty tones seemed to contract into a wheeze. "What do you want me for?" he asked, looking nervously toward the other end of the car.
You and your gang are human parasites, and you are going to be stripped and sent down the river as fast as these flatboats will carry you." Without waiting for any rejoinder, Stanley turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Rebstock speechless. The threats against the intruders continued, but Stanley paid no attention to any of them. Scott and the five troopers faced the gamblers.
It had made Rebstock a man of consequence and of property and a man subject to the anxieties and annoyances of such responsibility. Sitting once in the Three Horses at Medicine Bend, Rebstock had talked with Whispering Smith. "I used to have a good time," he growled.
Moreover, Williams Cache, it was conceded, would in the end be worsted if the company and the cowmen together seriously undertook with men and unlimited money to clean it out. Whispering Smith's party had no explanation to offer for the round-up, but when Rebstock made it known that the fight was over sending out Du Sang, the rage of the rustlers turned on Du Sang.
Among the five evil-doers who had been rounded-up and deported for the jail at Medicine Bend, and now accompanied the two gamblers, Rebstock spread every story he could think of to arouse his friends at Medicine Bend to a demonstration in his behalf.
I want to cut loose up on the range, anyhow; if I'm a man I want to know it, and if I ain't I want to know it. I want to ride with you after Seagrue and Sinclair and Barney Rebstock." Whispering Smith spoke coldly: "You mean, Wickwire, you want to get killed." "Why, partner, if it's coming to me, I don't mind yes." "What's the use, Wickwire?"
"Take your time," suggested Scott pleasantly. Then, as Rebstock, quite crestfallen, seated himself, he added: "Hadn't I better order a hot cup of coffee for you?" He took hold of the cup as he spoke, and looked hard at the gambler while making the suggestion. "No, no," responded Rebstock, equally polite and equally insistent, as he held his hand over the cup and begged Scott not to mind.
Again, however, no man wanted to take up personally with Du Sang the question of the reasonableness of Whispering Smith's demand. Instead of doing so, they fell on Rebstock and demanded that if he were boss he make good and send Du Sang out. Of all this commotion the railroad men saw only the outward indications.
Scott ate slowly and with his back to the fire kept his eye on the group of men down at the creek. When he had finished, he walked down to the stream himself. A large man in the group fitted, in his hat and dress, Bucks's exact description. Scott had already spotted him an hour before, and stepped up to him now to arrest young John Rebstock.
But his respite was a brief one. When new officers of the law were elected in Medicine Bend, the murderer was tried for one of his many crimes and paid on the scaffold the penalty of his cold-blooded cruelty. Rebstock, the fox, and his companion Seagrue escaped the exterminating raid of the vigilantes but fought shy of Medicine Bend for long afterward.
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