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Redfield, whose position required his utmost exertion, gradually became exhausted; but he had a desperate determination to win the mastery over Brisbau, who was likewise weary from the struggle and doggedly angry. He feared a result disastrous to himself if he gave his opponent an opportunity to use his weapons. Finally, just at a critical moment, Mrs. Redfield appeared.
"That last visit to the ancestral acres is what did it." "No, it's age age and prosperity. I know now what it is to have broiled steak." Mrs. Wetherford, seizing the moment, came down to do the honors. "You fellers ought to know my girl. Virginny, this is Forest Supervisor Redfield, and this is Ross Cavanagh, his forest ranger in this district. You ought to know each other.
"You won't have far to go," remarked Ross, significantly. "What do you mean?" asked the sheriff. "I mean this slaughter, like the others that have taken place, was the work of cattle-men who claim this range. Their names are known to us all." "Can it be possible!" exclaimed Redfield, looking round at the silent throng, and in the wavering light certain eyes seemed to shift and fall.
Then he rocked a good deal harder, and all of a sudden down it went and little Cousin Redfield Bear flew over into a pile of stove-wood, and for ten minutes didn't know whether he was killed or not, he felt so poorly.
If I had that fellow by the scruff of the neck!" The Squire knew he meant the sleeping sentinel at the thicket where Dylks had been hidden, and not Dylks. But he said nothing, and again Redfield spoke. "Look here, Squire Braile, I think you did a bad piece of business letting that fellow go." "I know you do, Jim, but I expect you'll think different when you've seen him." "Seen him?
Then he crawled over to a flat stone and sat down on it, and cried, and felt of himself to see if he was injured anywhere; and he did not feel at all like bothering with his bear-ladder any more, or eating molasses, either. "But that was quite early in the day, and after Cousin Redfield had sat there awhile he didn't feel so discouraged.
"Of course you want to. It is fitting in every way, most fitting. He is the right age, the families have known each other always, and the lands adjoin." This with Miss Eliza was the clinching argument. The Jarvis Farm was on both sides of the Pike, but on one side it enclosed the Redfield Farm north and west and south, and went nearly to town.
In her career as the wife of a Western rancher, Eleanor Redfield had been called upon to entertain many strange guests, and she made no very determined objection when her husband telephoned that he was bringing Lize as well as Lee Virginia to stay at Elk Lodge for a few days. Redfield.
"I shall be tempted to pretend being sick just to keep you near me," he was saying, when Redfield returned, bringing his sleeping-couch. Unrolling this under a tree beside the creek, the Supervisor said: "Now, get into that." Cavanagh resigned Lee with a smile. "Good-night," he said. "Oh, but it's good to remember that I shall see you to-morrow!"
He was a rather stupid countryman, this policeman, but he was visibly impressed even flurried by Hewitt's elaborate bumptiousness. He saluted, tried to look unnaturally sagacious, and confessed that he couldn't exactly say where the inspector was, things being put about so just now. He might be in Throckham village, but more likely he was at Redfield. "Ah!" Hewitt replied, with condescension.
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