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"Brill Young is going to take them to Oroville, and you can act as chairman of the guard." Before the party started, Smith called Seagrue to him. "George, you saved my life once. Do you remember in the Pan Handle? Well, I gave you yours twice in the Cache day before yesterday. I don't know how badly you are into this thing. If you kept clear of the killing at Tower W I will do what I can for you.
"Tell Levake for me there will be no peace for him or his until he comes down here with his hands behind his back. When I want Rebstock and Seagrue I will let him know. I want him first," said Stanley, dismissing the messengers without more ado. He had resolved that Levake was to be punished, but it was not a unanimous voice that backed the railroad leader in his determination.
The gambler, fully as large a man as Dancing, faced his opponent with his features fixed in rage. "Get away," he shouted, "or I will knock your head off." All eyes centred on the two men. Every one realized that open war was on and that it needed only a spark to start the shooting. The gamblers, rallying to Seagrue, backed him with oaths and threats.
"Come, Seagrue." "Don't go over there. He'll get you if you do," cried Gorman. "Let us see about that. Seagrue, you and Karg walk ahead. Don't duck or run, either of you. Go on." Just over the brow of the hill near which the fight had taken place, a man lay below a ledge of granite.
Perry rushed forward to threaten Stanley; others cursed and defied him. "Who are you, and what do you mean giving orders like that?" demanded Seagrue, confronting him angrily. "No matter who I am, you will obey the orders. And you can't take any tents or gambling apparatus or liquors. Pack up your clothes and camp stuff nothing else and get out."
"Seagrue, put down that pistol or I'll wring your neck," returned the lineman, baring his right arm as he sauntered toward the outlaw. Bucks, beside Stanley, stood transfixed as he watched Dancing. The lineman's revolver was slung in the holster at his side. Seagrue hesitated. He saw Bob Scott standing in the doorway of the gambling tent with his rifle lying carelessly over his arm.
The moon had not yet risen, and in the darkness of Boney Street Smith walked slowly toward his room. The answer to his question had come. The rescue of Seagrue made it clear that Sinclair would not leave the country. He well knew that Sinclair cared no more for Seagrue than for a prairie-dog.
Bob Scott ushered in two men sent under a flag of truce from the rioters. The offer they brought was that Rebstock and Seagrue should be surrendered, provided Stanley would give his personal pledge that the two should not be shot but sent out of town until peace was restored, and that they should be accorded a fair trial when brought back.
Sinclair, at a hundred and twenty yards, cut instantly into the fight, and the ball from his rifle creased the alkali that crusted Whispering Smith's unshaven cheek. As he fired he sprang to cover. For Seagrue and Smith there was no cover: for one or both it was death in the open and Seagrue, with his rifle at his cheek, walked straight into it.
While they angrily surrounded Karg and Seagrue, Smith slipped from his horse where Bill Dancing lay, lifted the huge head from the dust, and tried to turn the giant over. A groan greeted the attempt. "Bill, open your eyes! Why would you not do as I wanted you to?" he murmured bitterly to himself. A second groan answered him.
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