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We had done pretty well for the 1st April, but after this last shot our luck for the day was ended. This day unfortunately deprived me of my companion, as the fever which had been dormant developed itself in Sanderson and completely prostrated him.
At noon he halted in a screen of timber and grinned felinely. "They're off, for certain," he said aloud. Late that afternoon the man was in Okar, talking with Dale and Silverthorn and Maison. "What you've been expectin' has happened," he told them. "Sanderson, Carter, an' six men are on the move with a trail herd. They're headed straight on for Las Vegas."
David's greater bulk loomed unnaturally large in the uncertain light, while every trained muscle of Sanderson's athletic body was on the alert. It was the world old struggle between patrician and proletarian. Sanderson was an all-round athlete and a boxer of no mean order. This was not his first battle.
The story of the Arab hero from this point in his career is told by Sanderson, the faithful commemorator of great nineteenth-century patriots, a high authority on modern Africa. The famous Treaty of the Tafna, concluded between Abd-el-Kader and Bugeaud, was a triumph for the Arab Sultan.
Almost as she spoke there sounded the sharp crack of a rifle, and a ball passed through the top of the wagon, so near that it made the ponies jump. "Put up your hands all three of you folks down there!" commanded an angry voice. "The magazine of this rifle is plumb full and I can shoot straight. D'ye get me? Hands up!" "My goodness!" gasped Pratt Sanderson.
That was selfishness, of course, but it was a satisfying selfishness. It did not occur to him that Mary Bransford, for instance, or Sanderson or anybody whom he robbed could experience any emotion or passion over their losses. They might feel resentful, to be sure; but resentment could avail them little and it didn't bring the dollars back to them. He chuckled.
You ain't got any proof, have you?" challenged young Sanderson angrily. "No proof," admitted the other. "Well, then." Phil chewed on it for a moment before he broke out again: "I reckon you cayn't talk away the facts, Mr. Keller. We caught you in the act caught you good. By your own story, you're the man we came on. What's the use of you trying to lay it on me and Brill?"
The folks around here won't go near that Jamison place nohow." The road now became hilly, with many twists and turns, and the farmer had to give his entire attention to his team. The carriage bounced up and down and once Sam came close to being pitched out. "Say, this is fierce!" he cried. "How much more of it?" "Not more'n a quarter of a mile," answered Mr. Sanderson.
He was tempted to destroy that, too, but he reflected, permitting a sentimental thought to deter him. For Mary undoubtedly treasured that letter, and when the day came that he should tell her the truth, the letter would be the only link that would connect her with the memory of her brother. Sanderson could not destroy it.
Only dimly she divined him; but what she visioned was half devil and half hero, capable of things great as well as of deeds despicable. "I'm not going to leave you here in this house," young Sanderson told her. "I'll not go. If you stay, I stay." She shook her head. "No, Phil you must go. I'm all right here as safe as I would be at home.
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