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Because if he had expected his first movement to start the action he never would have moved. Snecker sat partly on the rail of his chair, with both feet square on the floor, and he never twitched a muscle. There was a striking difference in the looks of these two rustlers. Snecker had burning holes for eyes in his white face. At the last he was staunch, defiant, game to the core. He didn't think.
Besides, one ranger or a company of rangers could not have held the undivided attention of these men from their games and drinks and quarrels except by some decided move. Excitement, greed, appetite were rife in them. Duane marked, however, a striking exception to the usual run of strangers he had been in the habit of seeing. Snecker had gone or was under cover.
Blome, Bo Snecker, Hilliard, and Pickens had a table full in the light of the open windows. I recognized the faces of the two last-named, but I had not, until Morton informed me, known who they were. Pickens was little, scrubby, dusty, sandy, mottled, and he resembled a rattlesnake. Hilliard was big, gaunt, bronzed, with huge mustache and hollow, fierce eyes.
"I chased Snecker here saw him run into the house." "Here? Oh, sir, you must be mistaken. We have seen no one. In the absence of my father I'm mistress here. I'll not permit you to search." Lawson appeared to come out of his astonishment. He stepped forward. "Ray, don't be bothered now," he said, to his cousin. "This fellow's making a bluff. I'll settle him. See here, Mister, you clear out!"
"I want Snecker. He's here, and I'm going to get him," replied Duane, quietly. "Bah! That's all a bluff," sneered Lawson. "I'm on to your game. You just wanted an excuse to break in here to see my cousin again. When you saw the company you invented that excuse. Now, be off, or it'll be the worse for you." Duane felt his face burn with a tide of hot blood.
Cousin, go on with your party. I'll take a couple of cowboys and go with this this Texas Ranger." "Thanks," said Duane, coolly, as he eyed Lawson. "Perhaps you'll be able to find Snecker quicker than I could." "What do you mean?" demanded Lawson, and now he grew livid. Evidently he was a man of fierce quick passions. "Don't quarrel," said Miss Longstreth. "Floyd, you go with him. Please hurry.
"This morning, after eleven, one by one they appeared with their followers. The excitement had died down. Ranger Steele was out of the way and Linrock was once more wide open, free and easy. Blome alone seemed sullen and spiritless, unresponsive to his comrades and their admirers. And now, at the time of my arrival, the whole gang, with the exception of old Snecker, were assembled in the Hope So.
Then the prisoner, Snecker, with a cough that broke the spell of silence, shuffled a couple of steps toward the door. "Hold on!" called Duane. The call halted Snecker, as if it had been a bullet. "Longstreth, I saw Snecker attack Laramie," said Duane, his voice still ringing. "What has the court to say to that?" "The court has this to say. West of the Pecos we'll not aid any ranger service.
"Say, don't be gay with me or you'll get it good," I yelled, prodding him in the side with the cocked gun. "Who are you? Quick!" "Bo Snecker," he said. "Any relation to Bill Snecker?" "His son." "What'd you hide here for?" He appeared to grow sullen. "Reckoned I'd be as safe in Sampson's as anywheres." "Ahuh!
He's had a shady past here, as this court will know if it keeps a record." "What's this I hear about you, Bo? Get up and speak for yourself," said Longstreth, gruffly. Snecker got up, not without a furtive glance at Duane, and he had shuffled forward a few steps toward the Mayor. He had an evil front, but not the boldness even of a rustler. "It ain't so, Longstreth," he began, loudly.
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