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Gorman, who had ridden a race back with Sinclair, was at the foot of the long hill, down which the crowd was riding, when he stopped, yelled back at Seagrue, and, swinging his hat from his head, laid it on a sloping rock beside the trail. "You'd better not do that, Stormy," said Sinclair. "Seagrue will put a hole through it." Gorman laughed jealously. "If he can hit it, let him hit it."
When they saw Bob riding up the valley, Whispering Smith, bringing in the machine, mounted his horse. "Your man is there all right," said Bob, as he approached. "He and John Rebstock were in the Blackbird saloon. Seagrue isn't there, but Barney Rebstock and a lot of others are. I talked a few minutes with John and Murray.
More than this concerning the affair Du Sang would not say, and never said. The procession turned from the door. Seagrue led the way to Rebstock's stable, and they laid Du Sang on some hay. Afterward they got a cot under him. With surprising vitality he talked a long time to Whispering Smith, but at last fell into a stupor. At nine o'clock that night he sat up.
Seagrue is a man-killer, but a square one." "How do you know?" "I will tell you sometime but this was not Seagrue." "One of Dunning's men, was it? Stormy Gorman?" "No, no, a very different sort! Stormy is a wind-bag. The man that is after you is in town at this minute, and he has come to stay until he finishes his job." "The devil! That's what makes your eyes so bright, is it? Do you know him?"
We're just a-camping in a bunch. What's a-matter? Seagrue here," he nodded to a sharp-jawed companion, "and Perry," he added, jerking his thumb toward the scarred-faced man, "and me own these two big tents in partners." "What's your name?" "My name's Rebstock." "Produce the axes stolen here from these two men," said Stanley, indicating the choppers behind him.
Seagrue stumbled, doubled on his knees, and staggering plunged loosely forward on the sand. Whispering Smith threw his fire toward the bowlder behind which Sinclair and Barney Rebstock had disappeared. Suddenly he realized that the bullets from the point were not coming his way. He was aware of a second rifle-duel above the bend.
Out of a dozen wild schemes broached by as many wild heads of the excited crowd, in which were now lined up for any lawlessness all the idlers, floaters, the improvident, and the reckless elements of a frontier gambling town, one caught the popular fancy. Some one proposed a jail delivery to release Rebstock and Seagrue, persecuted by the railroad company.
He had some cronies with him from among his up-country following, and was introducing his new bridge foreman, Karg, afterward known as Flat Nose, and George Seagrue, the Montana cowboy. Sinclair fraternized that day with the Williams Cache men, and it was remarked even then that though a railroad man he appeared somewhat outside the railroad circle.
"I certainly never expected to catch Rebstock and this fellow Seagrue as easily as that," smiled Scott, as the troopers took charge of his men. "If you hadn't caught them there you would have trailed them there. It would only have meant a longer chase." "A whole lot longer." "When you come to think of it, Bob, the railroad was their only hope, anyway. They did right in striking for it.
But his respite was a brief one. When new officers of the law were elected in Medicine Bend, the murderer was tried for one of his many crimes and paid on the scaffold the penalty of his cold-blooded cruelty. Rebstock, the fox, and his companion Seagrue escaped the exterminating raid of the vigilantes but fought shy of Medicine Bend for long afterward.
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