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Sorenson did not join Vorse, but instead he spoke. "Why haven't you locked up your prisoner, Madden?" he demanded harshly. "And you're letting him keep his gun. Don't you know enough to disarm a murderer and throw him into jail when you arrest him?" "I haven't arrested him yet," was the sheriff's answer. "Well, do it then. You have the warrant for the scoundrel.
The man, however, shook his head with a certain dogged purpose. "If this is just a paper in some trifling lawsuit or other, it will be better if I keep my own counsel," he stated. "I've riled Sorenson considerable as it is now, and I don't care particularly about having him gunning on my trail active-like. If it really mattered "
People saw I was engaged to Ed Sorenson and would say nothing to father, of course. I shall always count you as one of my best friends, Mr. Johnson. And you too, Mary; you must come down and stay with me sometime, for I imagine you get lonely here. No, another day I'll remain to dinner and I want to be alone now." They pressed her no further, seeing her wretchedness of spirit.
"Then we'll give him another dose of our medicine." "If I know anything about men, he told the truth," Sorenson said. "Well, if the girl has it, we've got to get it from her if I have to wring her neck to do it." It was Burkhardt's inflamed utterance. A pause followed. "Sorenson, your boy is engaged to her," Vorse stated. "Yes." "Then it's up to him to get it first thing in the morning.
I'm going away away anywhere. By myself! Where I'll never see any one!" Burying her face in her hands, she shook with sobs. "This is what comes from your putting an oar in," said Sorenson, lifting his fist in a burst of fury to strike Weir. The latter at once smote him across the mouth with open palm at the vile epithet that followed.
Odd to state, she, too, just then had no recollection of any such being as Ed Sorenson, which was the extreme of unloverliness. "Before I do go, I've something to tell you," she said hurriedly, dropping her voice. "It's this: the dead man's name was" here her tone went down to a mere sibilance "Pete Ortez."
Steel alighted and tossing his hat upon the car seat gazed out over the mesa, misty in the moonlight. "There will be no more trouble," said he. "Sorenson and Burkhardt are Madden's prisoners, and on their way to a place of safe-keeping in another county. Vorse is dead. The people in town have a fairly good understanding of matters now, I think."
And Sorenson Sorenson there every day knowing his son lies a helpless cripple, without the money that has been piled up for him! I couldn't invent a worse hell for him. And that's the hell he's going to have!" Though a man not easy to move, Madden at Weir's cold implacable expression of hatred shivered slightly. Sorenson and his accomplices would be lucky indeed if they died by the rope.
Judge Gordon has always handled the company's business in his private capacity of counselor. As you know, he's a silent partner in many enterprises with Sorenson, Vorse and a man named Burkhardt. They run this town and county. You should also know that they're secretly opposed to your irrigation project, whatever they profess.
You attend to your department and I'll attend to mine." "All to the good, Mr. County Attorney. I'll arrest him; he won't make me any trouble on that score. But you won't find it so easy to prove his guilt. And afterwards, just look out, for if he doesn't come gunning for you and fill your carcass full of lead, I miss my guess. You won't be able to hide behind Sorenson, either."
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