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Buckley, president of the Stockmen's National a stout, elderly man, looking like a farmer dressed for Sunday heard Roy from his private office at the rear and called him. "Has Major Kingman come down to the bank yet?" he asked of the boy. "Yes, sir, he was just driving up as I left," said Roy. "I want you to take him a note. Put it into his own hands as soon as you get back." Mr.
The Spider knew that the president of the Stockmen's Security would never disclose his identity to the authorities and Hodges felt that as a sort of unofficial trustee he was able to repay The Spider for his considerable assistance down in Mexico. Contrast to the rules of the hospital, the head-surgeon was chatting rather intimately with Pete's nurse.
That was not to come before bedtime; and only those who knew the life of the stations in the Never-Never know how much was depending on the stockmen's verdict. Dan had his own methods of dealing with the Unknown Woman.
Lights were just being turned on in the surgical ward and the newsboys were shouting an extra, headlining a border raid by the Mexicans and the shooting of a notorious bandit in El Paso. The president of the Stockmen's Security and Savings Bank bought a paper as he stepped into his car that evening and was driven toward home.
They made the most of all this, writing a considerable "story," which the president of the Stockmen's Security read and straightway mailed to his old acquaintance, The Spider. The officers from the police station had told Pete bluntly that he could not live, hoping to get him to confess to or give evidence as to the killing of Brent.
Meanwhile Pete, seated on the edge of his cot, was telling the plain-clothes men that he was willing to go with them whenever they were ready, stipulating, however, that he wanted to visit the Stockmen's Security and Savings Bank first, and as soon as possible.
Instead, he took a modest room at a modest hotel, bought himself some presentable clothing, dropped in to see Hodges of the Stockmen's Security, and spent several days walking about the streets mentally preparing himself to explain just why he had come to El Paso, finally arriving at the conclusion that he had come to see little Ruth. Doris had said that Ruth had missed him.
His request to see the president of the Stockmen's Bank was borne hesitatingly to that individual's private office, the messenger returning promptly with instructions to "show the gentleman in." Contrary to all precedent the president, Hodges, was not portly, but a man almost as lean as The Spider himself; a quick, nervous man, forceful and quite evidently "self-made." "Sit down, Jim."
The other two diagonally opposing corners were occupied by the town's two banks, the First National and the Stockmen's National. Into the First National Bank of San Rosario the newcomer walked, never slowing his brisk step until he stood at the cashier's window.
The long line of drays, with the herds of cattle, the drove of horses and flocks of sheep, with their numerous attendants, some mounted, others on foot; the oxen lowing, the sheep bleating, the shouts of the drivers, and the stockmen's whips sounding above all.
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