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Wade had produced "makings," and rolled himself a cigarette as he watched the foreman cooking. "Sheep thousands of them are coming in." "What?" Santry straightened up with a jerk which nearly capsized the frying pan. "Sheep? On our range? You ain't kiddin' me?" "Nope. Wish I was, but it's a fact. The sheep are feeding on the grass that we hoped to save against the winter.
Sheriff Thomas opened the door, and turning, left it so, for the "relief" to enter. He had half feared that an attempt might be made to liberate Santry, but had never dreamed that any one would try the thing alone. He was glad to be relieved, for a poker game at which he wanted to sit in would soon start at the Gulch Saloon.
That's been my motto all my born days, and it ain't such durn bad philosophy at that. I wonder" the old man chuckled to himself "I wonder if the Sheruff et up most of that there gag before Bat let him loose?" Wade laughed out loud, and as though in response, an owl hooted somewhere in the timber to their right. "There's a durned old hoot owl," growled Santry.
The prospect of getting out of his prison seemed remote, for one glance at its precipitate walls had shown him that not even a mountain goat could scale them. Help, if it came at all, must come through Santry, who could be counted on to arouse the countryside.
It's the Jensen outfit, I could make that out from where I stood." "Hell!" Stamping angrily across the floor, Santry gazed out into the twilight. "That dirty, low-lived Swede? But we'll fix him, boy. I know his breed, the skunk! I'll...." The veins in the old plainsman's throat stood out and the pupils of his eyes contracted. "I'll run his blamed outfit out of the valley before noon termorrer.
You did it, or you had it done, and then you tried to put it on Santry and me, and I'm not the only one who knows it. This country's too small to hold you, Moran. Your fate is settled already, whatever may happen to me." "Still, I seem to be holding four aces now," Moran grinned back at him. "And the cards are stacked." Left alone, Wade rolled himself a cigarette from his scant hoard of tobacco.
"Given at the council chamber in Dublin, this twenty-seventh day of October, one thousand seven hundred and twenty-four. Shannon; Donnerail; G. Fforbes; H. Meath; Santry; Tyrawly; Fferrars; William Conolly; Ralph Gore; William Whitshed; B. Hale; Gust. Hume; Ben Parry; James Tynte; R. Tighe; T. Clutterbuck. "God Save the King."
It was Ed Nelson, one of the Double Arrow hands who had been surprised and captured by the posse, and a little farther away in the shadow against the wall his two companions lay in a like condition. With his knife Wade was cutting them loose, and glancing about in a puzzled search for the wounded men he expected to find in the house, when Santry shouted something from the kitchen.
The night being far gone, the lights were out, and there was no sign of life about the place. Wade wondered if the posse had gone. "There ain't no use in speculatin'," declared Santry. "They may be asleep, and they may be layin' for us there in the dark. This will take a rise out of 'em anyhow."
"I'm going to look around just as you did on the quiet. You wouldn't hold me back, where you went in, now would you?" "No !" She smiled a little into his face. "That's the stuff! Then I'm coming back to the big pine, and you'll send the boys there. They'll not put Santry in jail if we can prevent them. They've played their last card to-night. It's war from now on." "All right, Gordon, I'll go."
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