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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Sister wants to speak to you," suggested O'Brien to Strann. "Well?" roared the latter, "what d'you want?" The others were silent to listen; and they smiled in anticipation. "If you don't mind, much," said the musical voice, "I think I'll be moving along." There is an obscure little devil living in all of us.
It came again, suddenly as before, sharp, and keen as a shaft of light in the blackest heart of night, and Mac Strann leaned over the pommel of his saddle with a groan, and drove the spurs home. At the same instant the rain shut in over the hills again; a fresher wind sprang up and drove the downpour into his face. Also its roar shut out the possibility of any sound reaching him from behind.
There was a sharp angle in his forehead, the lines of it meeting in the centre and shelving up and down. One felt, unpleasantly, that there were heavy muscles overlaying that forehead. One felt that to the touch it would be a pad of flesh, and it gave to Mac Strann, more than any other feature, a peculiar impression of resistless physical power.
But don't make a fall play. If Mac Strann gets you, he'll California you like a yearling. You won't have no chance. You've done for Jerry, there ain't a doubt of that, but Jerry to Mac is like a tame cat to a mountain-lion. Lad, I c'n see you're a stranger to these parts, but ask me your questions and I'll tell you the best way to go." Barry slipped from the saddle.
Look here," argued Strann, "everything's got a price, and I got to have that hoss, understand? Got to! I ain't bargaining. I won't try to beat you down. You just set a figger and I'll cover it. I guess that's square!" "He ain't a gentle hoss," said Barry. "Maybe you wouldn't like him." "Oh, that's all right about being gentle," chuckled Strann.
He had to moisten his thin lips before he could speak and even then it was a convulsive effort, like a man swallowing too large a morsel. "Well?" said Haw-Haw. "Is it fixed?" "It's fixed," said Mac Strann. "Maybe you'd get the hosses, Haw-Haw. If you're comin with me?" A dark shadow swept over the face of Haw-Haw Langley. "You're going to beat it?" he sneered.
For when the dog sprang, Mac Strann fired, and the wolf was jerked up in the midst of his leap by the tearing impact of the bullet. It was easy for Strann to dodge the beast, and the great black body hurtled past him and struck heavily on the floor of the barn. It missed Mac Strann, indeed, but it fell at the very feet of Haw-Haw Langley, and a splash of blood flirted across his face.
Over the nearer fence he vaulted and disappeared into the smoke which vomitted from the mouth of the burning barn. "God A'mighty," groaned Haw-Haw Langley, "can he get the hoss out?" "It ain't possible," answered Mac Strann. "All hosses goes mad when they gets in a fire even when they sees a fire. Look at them fools over yonder in the corral."
And O'Brien answered: "Mac, he was sittin' down there at that table until two minutes ago, but where he is now I ain't any idea." The tall, skeleton form of Haw-Haw Langley materialised behind Mac Strann, and his face was contorted with anger. "If he was here two minutes ago," he said, "he ain't more than two minutes away." "Which way?" asked Mac Strann. "North," answered a score of voices.
But I'm going to fix the wolf so's he'll know me; and when he gets well he'll hit my trail, and when he hits my trail he'll have Barry with him. And when Barry sees me, then " he raised his arms above him in the dark. "Then!" breathed Mac Strann, "Jerry can start sleepin' sound for the first time!" Haw-Haw Langley wrapped his long arms about himself. "An' I'll be there to watch.
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