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Senator" Moran clumped painfully over to the safe and leaned upon it as he faced his employer "it isn't cavalry that'll save you, or that old turkey buzzard of a sheriff either. I'm the man to do it, if anybody is, and the only way out is to lay for this man Wade and kidnap him." Rexhill started violently.
The cattleman's tone was rich in disgust, but even more keen was his intense disappointment at this failure of his hopes. "Would you mind telling me, Senator, just what the purpose of your company is?" "Certainly not. It's no secret," Rexhill replied briskly.
Rexhill looked keenly at Wade, wondering if he were foolish enough to believe the trip a sentimental journey, purely. He concluded that the young ranchman had too much sense to jump at such a conclusion. "Well, the reason is...." The Senator leaned ponderously forward, twiddling his glasses upon his thumb.
True as I'm speaking. Ask any one in Crawling Water. Everybody knows that Wade and this Purnell girl are mad in love with each other." "Is that true, Race?" Rexhill looked searchingly into the inflamed slits which marked the location of the agent's eyes. "As God is my witness. It's the truth now, whatever he may have thought of Helen before. He's been making a fool of her, Senator.
"I don't know for sure," he answered. "I believe Moran is acting under Rexhill's orders, but I don't know how much Rexhill knows of the details. If I knew that, it would be fairly easy. I'd...." His strong hands gripped the back of a chair until his knuckles showed white under their tan. "I'd choke it out of him!" "Oh, if there was only something I could do!" Dorothy wailed helplessly.
When he did wake up, the afternoon was well advanced, and after another hearty meal he walked over to the Purnells' to pass the time until it was late enough for him to get to work. "Now, Gordon will tell you I'm right," Mrs. Purnell proclaimed triumphantly, when the young man entered the cottage. "I want Dorothy to go with me to call on Miss Rexhill, and she doesn't want to go. The idea!
"Kidnap him, and take him into the mountains, and keep him there with a gun at his head, until he signs a quit-claim. I've located the very spot to hide him in Coyote Springs. It's practically inaccessible, a natural hiding-place." Rexhill turned a shade or two paler as he nervously brushed some cigar ashes from his vest and sleeve.
I don't believe Gordon has been kidnaped at all. It's a false alarm, I tell you. Who could have done such a thing?" "Who?" The question broke Dorothy's patience. "Who's done everything that's abominable and contemptible lately here in Crawling Water? That Moran did it, of course, with Senator Rexhill behind him. Oh!" "Nonsense!" said her mother, indignantly. "Lem Trowbridge thinks so.
Rexhill had not made the journey, for he was conscious of her hostility to him, and he felt that his chances of moving her husband were better without her. When he inquired at the hotel, he was told that the Rexhills were in, and he presently found himself shaking hands with the Senator, who greeted him with effusive warmth.
Do let me see." To be courteous, she agreed with Mrs. Purnell that there was a strong likeness, which Dorothy laughingly denied. "I guess I know what you looked like when you were five better than you do," Mrs. Purnell declared. "It's the image of you as you were then, and as Miss Rexhill says, there is a facial resemblance even yet."
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