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I suppose you know," continued Lefever, in as well-modulated a tone as he could assume to convey information that could not be regarded as wholly cheerful, "that they expect to get you for this Sassoon job." De Spain flushed. But the red anger lasted only a moment. "Who are 'they'?" he asked after a pause. "Deaf Sandusky, Logan, of course, the Calabasas bunch, and the Morgans."
Sassoon was a wretch, Henry, if ever one lived a curse to every one. What purpose he could serve by repeating this story, which he must have kept very secret till now, I don't know; but there was some reason.
Duke came home a day or two later without a word for Nan concerning his encounter with de Spain. He was shorter in the grain than ever, crustier to every one than she had ever known him and toward Nan herself fiercely resentful. Sassoon was in his company a great deal, and Nan knew of old that Sassoon was a bad symptom. Gale, too, came often, and the three were much together.
Without looking at her, de Spain drew her own rifle from her horse's side, passed it into her hand and, moving over in front of the horses, laid his left hand reassuringly on her waist again. At that moment, little knowing what eyes were on him in the black fragments ahead, Sassoon looked up. Then he rode more slowly forward.
The bullet whirled the white-faced man to one side and he dropped, but pulled himself, full of fight, to his knees and, knife in hand, panted forward. De Spain rolling hastily from him, staggered to his feet and, running in as Sassoon tried to strike, beat him senseless with the butt of his gun. His own eyes were streaming blood.
We will call at Harry Tenison's hotel, and then go to his new rooms go right to society headquarters first that's my theory of doing it. If anybody has any shooting in mind, Tenison's is a quiet and orderly place. And if a man declines to eat anybody up at Tenison's, we put him down, Henry, as not ravenously hungry." "One man I would like to see is that sheriff, Druel, who let Sassoon get out."
"Some of Satt's boys are trying to get the cattle out of the lower corral." He fingered his hat, looked first at Duke, then at Gale, then at de Spain. "Guess they'll need a little help, so I asked Sassoon to come over " Pardaloe jerked his head indicatively toward the front. "He's outside with some of the boys now." "Tell Sassoon to come in here!" thundered Gale. De Spain's left arm shot out.
He began cussing you out, and talked pretty hard about what you'd done, and what he'd done, and what he was going to do " Nothing, it seemed, would hurry the story. "Finally, Sassoon says: 'That hound don't know yet who got his dad. It was Duke Morgan; that's who got him. I was with Duke when he turned the trick.
If it was I, I did it never knowing who he was, never meaning to touch him. I was after the man that killed my brother. Sassoon didn't care a damn which it was, never did, then nor never. But he held it over me to make trouble sometime 'twixt you and me. I was a young fellow. I thought I was revenging my brother.
He was curiously dense to all inquiries, and Lefever, convinced that Sassoon was somewhere at hand, revenged himself by searching the place. In the dark kitchen a very old woman and a slovenly girl were at work. No one else was to be found anywhere. De Spain, who was the more experienced tracker, thought he could follow the footprints to the arched opening across the patio.
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