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If he suspects us he'll find a way to let Silent know we're here and then the hunters will be hunted." In the house they found a dozen cattlemen sitting down at the table in the dining-room. As they entered the room the sheriff, who sat at the head of the table, waved his hand to them. "H'ware ye, boys?" he called. "You'll find a couple of chairs right in the next room. Got two extra plates, Jac?"
But as he was never heard of, the Sheriff, who made a careful entry of all these memoranda, did not suppress his opinion, that the deceased had met with foul play, and that the murderers, whoever they were, had possessed themselves of the person of the child Harry Bertram. Every exertion was now made to discover the criminals. Suspicion hesitated between the smugglers and the gipsies.
We hunted the town all over to find the man that voted against us; we wanted to hang him! The only trouble I had was to make the boys think it was a straight up Democratic play, as they were nearly all originally from Texas. Now, my friends here have told me that they are urging you to accept the nomination for sheriff.
I asked the foreman if they had agreed upon a verdict, and he said, "We have, your Honor." I told the sheriff to rap for order, but it was some little time before it could be restored. I then told the jury to stand up and hear their verdict. The foreman read the verdict, which was: "We, the jury, find the defendant guilty." I then told the defendant to stand up and hear his sentence.
Then all doffed their hats humbly, without smiling or seeming to be in jest, while Little John took the bridle rein and led the palfrey still deeper into the forest, all marching in order, with Robin Hood walking beside the Sheriff, hat in hand.
Vincent felt a moment's pain in the cheek, but before he could level his rifle his companion fired, and Pearson fell forward dead. A minute later the sheriff and his party ran round. "Have you got him?" he asked. "He will give no more trouble, sheriff," the young man who fired said. "I fancy I had him plum between the eyes. How about the others?"
Albert only looked very much mystified, and I didn't dare say more, for at this point the trio, with the sheriff, came out of my car. If I hadn't known that the letters were safe, I could have read the story in their faces, for more disgusted and angry-looking men I have rarely seen.
In the early afternoon the little cavalcade rode into Dry Lake. Rathburn was nodding in his saddle, nearly asleep. "We'll keep him here to-night till I can get the facts straight," he heard Sheriff Neal say to Brown. They dismounted at a small square stone building with bars on the windows. Then Rathburn was proudly led between a line of curious spectators into jail.
"That's your chance to make one of your rarin', tarin' speeches. Then you hop into the telegraph office an' send a wire to the Governor askin' that a price be put on the head of the bloodthirsty desperado, Dan Barry, commonly known as Whistlin' Dan." "It's like something out of a book," said the sheriff slowly. "It's like some damned horror story."
How are ye, Joe? Why, you're looking well and hearty! I rather expected ye court week. How's things your way?" "Then they were only play-actors, Joe Hall?" broke in a dozen voices. "I reckon!" returned the sheriff, coolly. "And for a matter o' five blank years," said Whisky Dick, sadly, "they played this camp!"
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