United States or New Caledonia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I heard of the shooting before I left town. Whoa, Gypsy!" She reined up her pony, nervously, for it would not stand still. Wade seized the animal's bridle and quieted it. "I don't know if he's there or not," the girl went on. "I couldn't see. The ranch house is full of men." "Men? What men?" Wade demanded sharply. "Race Moran's crowd. They went out to arrest Santry. The Sheriff is with them.
He knew that she believed him, and he was glad; that she had to believe him, because his story bore the impress of truth. It was not something that he could have made up. "And while your picture was lying there, Wade and this Purnell girl were making goo-goo eyes at each other. Why, it was she that rode out to warn him that we were after Santry." Helen's lips curled.
Although Wade had heard the story before, he laughed pleasantly as Santry began to dish up the food; then the latter summoned the hired men. "Mind, now, Bill," Wade admonished. "Not a word about the sheep." The next morning, after a restless night, the young rancher set out alone for the sheep camp.
"I only hope," Santry remarked, as a steep grade forced them to lessen their speed, "I can get my two hands on that cussed tin-horn, Moran. Him and me has a misunderstandin' to settle, for sure." "You leave him to me, Bill." Wade spoke vindictively. "He's my meat." "Well, since you ask it, I'll try, boy.
"I was holding that blotter before the looking-glass this evening," Dorothy continued, in the same low tone, "and I saw that the ink had transferred to the blotter a part of what you had written. I read it. It was this: 'Father knew Santry had not killed Jensen...." The Senator moistened his lips with his tongue and strove to chuckle, but the effort was a failure.
Withdrawing her hands from his, she laid her fingers for an instant on his lips. "I want to show you something," she said. She went to the bureau, and taking out the paper which she had hidden there, brought it to him. It was a moment before she could find the item again, then she pointed it out. They read it together, as she and Santry had done the first time she had seen it.
Santry chuckled as he drew the last of the knots tight. "That'll hold him for a spell, I reckon. How you feel, Sheruff, purty comfortable?" The flowing end of the gag so hid the officer's features that he could express himself only with his eyes, which he batted furiously.
He ran forward at once, for the appearance of the old man in Crawling Water, with a warrant for murder hanging over his head, could only mean that some tragedy had happened at the ranch. "Hello, Lem!" Santry greeted him. "You're just the man I'm lookin' for." "What's the trouble?" Trowbridge demanded. "The boy!"
He lingered slightly over the word "friend" as he glanced toward Santry, "There's a warrant out for him, I believe." "Yes. There's a warrant out for one of your friends, too, Tug Bailey," Trowbridge retorted dryly, hoping that something would eventuate from his repartee; but nothing did. If the news surprised Rexhill, as it must have, he did not show it.
"I'm not one of these 'turn the other cheek' guys; you can gamble on that!" "But now where are we?" Rexhill ignored the other's remarks entirely. "We are but little better off than Wade is. He pulled Santry out of jail, and we tried to steal his ranch. The only difference is that so far he has succeeded, and we have failed. He has as much law on his side now as we have on ours."
Word Of The Day