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He twined his left arm round the neck of Sinnet, and the struggle began, he fighting to free Sinnet's hand from his wrist, to break Sinnet's neck. He did not realise what he was doing. He only knew that this man stood between him and the murderer of his boy, and all the ancient forces of barbarism were alive in him.
Sinnet's face was turned towards Juniper Bend, and the eyes were fixed, as it were, on a still more distant object a dark, brooding, inscrutable look. "Was that all Ricketts told you, Buck?" The voice was very quiet, but it had a suggestive note. "That's all Clint told Bill before he died. That was enough."
He had welcomed Sinnet with a sullen eagerness, and had told him in short, detached sentences the dark story of a wrong and a waiting revenge, which brought a slight flush to Sinnet's pale face and awakened a curious light in his eyes. "Is that your shack that where you shake down?" Sinnet said, pointing towards a lean-to in the fir trees to the right. "That's it. I sleep there.
In a minute he'll be where I kin git him plumb. You go, Sinnet right off. It's my business." There was a strange, desperate look in Sinnet's face; it was as hard as stone, but his eyes had a light of battle in them. "It's my business right enough, Buck," he said, "and you're not going to kill Greevy. That girl of his has lost her lover, your boy.
He twined his left arm round the neck of Sinnet, and the struggle began, he fighting to free Sinnet's hand from his wrist, to break Sinnet's neck. He did not realize what he was doing. He only knew that this man stood between him and the murderer of his boy, and all the ancient forces of barbarism were alive in him.
Sinnet's face was turned toward Juniper Bend, and the eyes were fixed, as it were, on a still more distant object a dark, brooding, inscrutable look. "Was that all Ricketts told you, Buck?" The voice was very quiet, but it had a suggestive note. "That's all Clint told Bill before he died. That was enough."
But the subject was fully considered many years ago in Mr. Sinnet's Occult World, and it is needless to repeat again the arguments there adduced.
In a minute he'll be where I kin git him plumb. You go, Sinnet-right off. It's my business." There was a strange, desperate look in Sinnet's face; it was as hard as stone, but his eyes had a light of battle in them. "It's my business right enough, Buck," he said, "and you're not going to kill Greevy. That girl of his has lost her lover, your boy.
Sinnet's face was turned towards Juniper Bend, and the eyes were fixed, as it were, on a still more distant object a dark, brooding, inscrutable look. "Was that all Ricketts told you, Buck?" The voice was very quiet, but it had a suggestive note. "That's all Clint told Bill before he died. That was enough."
He had welcomed Sinnet with a sullen eagerness, and had told him in short, detached sentences the dark story of a wrong and a waiting revenge, which brought a slight flush to Sinnet's pale face and awakened a curious light in his eyes. "Is that your shack that where you shake down?" Sinnet said, pointing toward a lean-to in the fir-trees to trees to the right. "That's it. I sleep there.
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