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Updated: June 7, 2025
Only a dull light burned where they sat. They were talking in low tones, with long pauses, with worried but determined, savage faces Vorse, Burkhardt, Sorenson. "Where the devil is she, that's what I want to know!" Burkhardt growled. "I've been over twice and looked through a window. Doc was there." "She's in bed and asleep, probably," Sorenson said. "I don't believe it.
Which would have given Ed Sorenson a fresh jolt in his breathing apparatus if he had overheard, and shriveled the cocky self-assurance with which he sipped a high-ball that moment at Vorse's bar. In a region as sparsely settled by white people as San Mateo and its adjoining counties there were not, as Janet put it, more than a dozen Johnson families.
The engineer made a statement; the two witnesses, Janet Hosmer and Felipe Martinez, were briefly interrogated, and the finding was returned that the unknown Mexican had met death from two bullet wounds while attempting to kill Steele Weir. One spectator there was who took a strong interest in proceedings, Ed Sorenson.
"There was no trouble until this man came," Sorenson remarked. "I suppose he felt that he had to show his authority." "Ah, but there was if not trouble at any rate dissatisfaction on our part," Pollock stated, tapping a finger on the table. "Construction wasn't progressing as we knew it should, which was the very reason for getting a new manager, one who could speed it up.
I shall have rid you and San Mateo of an unscrupulous parasite in the person of Ed Sorenson, though my persecution of him now shall stop and I shall leave him enough out of the property recovered from his father to live in comfort somewhere with his mother. "Mr.
"That's right, Sorenson," Burkhardt affirmed, his scowling face visibly clearing. "Ed went away somewhere this evening, that's the only drawback to your scheme. Said something about Bowenville and catching the night train to Santa Fé, and that he might be gone maybe a couple of days and maybe a week." "Hell!" Burkhardt exploded, in consternation. Vorse however remained cool.
"He said it would be our honeymoon and and I had never been away from here." "What's his name?" She hesitated in uncertainty whether or not she should answer. "Ed Sorenson," came at last from her lips. Steele Weir slowly thrust his head forward, fixing her with burning eyes. "Son of the big cattleman?" he demanded. "Yes, sir." "And you love him?" "Yes, oh, yes!"
You seem to want this meeting, and I believe war is imminent. Let me impress upon you: Take every precaution; think out every possible step before joining action. Señor Rey is a cultivated criminal. Sorenson may prove dangerous. Framtree looks big enough to laugh if he is cornered. The Chinese are Chinese. I am writing at crazy speed. You should have this by noon, and lose no time after that.
Weir had reduced the interval to seventy-five yards by the time half the distance was covered and to fifty as they drew near the mouth of the ravine. He measured his gain and the remaining two hundred yards or so with savage eyes, then drew his revolver. He desired to take Sorenson unharmed. But rather than that the man should escape he would kill him.
But at last he spoke: "Stand away from that lady, you skunk!" Sorenson moved hastily aside. Steele Weir crossed the cabin to Janet's side. "You are unhurt?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face anxiously. "Yes. And, oh, how glad I am you came!" she cried, low. "I knew you would not fail me if you but learned of my plight; but it's wonderful you should be here so soon.
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