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Many a puncher would have been willing to break an arm for the sake of such kindness as had been lavished upon these boys. By sunup the three of them had finished breakfast. Billie put out the fire and scattered the ashes in the river. He went into a committee of ways and means with Lee Snaith just before she returned to town. "You can't stay here long.
A shot went wildly into the air as the rifle was jerked out of the hands of its owner, who came to the earth with sprawling arms. Goodheart ran forward swiftly, made a dozen expert passes with his fingers, and rose without a word. Yankie had been hog-tied by the champion roper of the Southwest. Lee Plays a Leading Rôle A man on horseback clattered up the street and drew up at the Snaith house.
He said, "I'll be on the road inside of twenty minutes." Goodheart was a splendid specimen of the frontiersman. He was the best roper in the country, of proved gameness, popular, keen as an Italian stiletto, and absolutely trustworthy. Since the first day he had seen her Jack had been devoted to the service of Bertie Lee Snaith. No dog could have been humbler or less critical of her shortcomings.
Prince had Dumont returned to his cell and took up the new business of Roush and his story. The sheriff knew he would be blamed for the escape of Clanton and he thought it wise to have the whole matter opened up before witnesses. Wallace Snaith and Dad Wrayburn both happened to be in town and Billie sent the boss mule-skinner to bring them. To these men he turned over the examination of Roush.
More than once during supper it seemed to him that her soft eyes yearned for the reckless young fellow talking so gayly to Miss Snaith. The conviction grew in Prince it found lodgment in his mind with a pang of despair that the girl he cared for had given her love to his friend. He fought against the thought, tried resolutely to push it from him, but again and again it returned.
He's a sulky, revengeful brute, an' the old man has pulled him up with a tight rein more'n once." "What do you mean trouble with the Snaith-McRobert outfit?" "That's a long story. The bad feelin' started soon after the war when Snaith an' the old man were brandin' mavericks. It kind of smouldered along for a while, then broke out again when both of them began to bid on Government beef contracts.
"What will you do with them, if you do?" "Hang 'em to a sour apple tree," answered Wallace Snaith promptly. His daughter made no comment. She knew that her father's resentment was based on no abstract love of law and order. It had back of it no feeling that crime had been committed or justice outraged.
Snaith bent forward, elbows on knees, hat and cane swinging, eyes implacable, hard, relentless. "Anisty," he said slowly, "left a tolerably complete burglar's kit in your library." "Well he's a burglar, isn't he?" "Not that kind." Snaith shook his head. "But his departure was somewhat hurried. I can conceive that he might abandon his kit " "But it was not his." "Not Anisty's?"
What chance was there for Lee, caught unsheltered in the open, when the wiry, old Indian fighter, protected by his wagon, had barely won through alive? Every horse in Live-Oaks that could be ridden was in the group that melted into the night to find Lee Snaith. Every living soul left in the little town was on the street to cheer the rescuers. The sheriff divided his men.
As for buffalo, numbers of them still ranged the plains, though the day of their extinction was close at hand. No country in the world's history ever offered such a field for the sportsman as the Southwest did in the days of the first great cattle drives. Miss Bertie Lee dismounted at a store which bore the sign SNAITH & McROBERT General Merchandise
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