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Updated: May 1, 2025
Maloney's pneumonia and Banker Payley's quinsy grieve the town in the same paragraph under the heading "Among our sick." The Widow Swanson's ten-mile trip down the line to a neighboring town gets as careful attention as Mrs. Singer's annual pilgrimage to California. In the matter of news we are a pure democracy.
Dickie's surprise entered into her voice as she said: "That's funny. I walked all the way from Swanson's and I didn't meet him." As she ceased speaking came a sharp remembrance of the two figures battling in the roadway. Could one of them have been Kenneth Gregory? She expressed her fears to McCoy. McCoy started at once for the hill. "Go back to the house, Dick," he called back.
An involuntary shudder passed through Weaver as he heard these fearful words and he hastened to say: "No danger of Dan's squealing, Fred. He's true blue." "If he don't give the express robbery away he can easily get out of this other scrape. You see we had a lay to get away with Swanson's money and the two detectives went in with us. That is how they got Dan and nearly captured me.
Relays of scouts were detailed, and a few days previous to their appearance at Swanson's ranche the first trail had been found, which they followed with all the skill and cunning that have made the red men of America peculiarly famous. Day and night the pursuit had been followed, and it led them direct to Swanson's.
Scip, who was evidently the most surprised one of the party, was, however, the first to regain his composure. Pushing the frame to its place again the sharp click of the spring lock was heard, and turning swiftly around he caught meaning glances passing between Cummings and Moriarity. "Humph!" he said to himself, "Swanson's money is as good as gone now unless we nab these two rascals soon."
Cummings held out his lighted cigar, at the same time darting a searching look at his questioner, but in the handsome, well-dressed, almost dandified young man before him, he failed to recognize the uncouth, grimacing Scip of Swanson's ranche.
He clutched them avidly. "And hurry up," added his impatient patron. "Let's see you back here in five minutes." "Who'll look after the garage? Not that any one's likely to stop," the proprietor gloomily admitted. "I'll look after it. Come, get a move on!" "Oh, all right! But I can't be back in no five minutes, nor in thirty minutes, neither. I gotta go over to Nick Swanson's.
The Indians noted his condition with scornful eyes, and Eagle Claw, advancing from the rest, said: "How now, does the coyote tremble because he is asked to join the council with his brethren?" The mocking words brought Swanson's pluck back again, and drawing himself to his full height he answered: "You red devil! Don't brother me. Drop that beating around the bush and out with the truth."
Creeping on their hands and knees down the hall past Swanson's door, through which his hoarse breathing could be heard, the two men entered the room in which the treasure was stored. The dying embers in the fire- place created a dull glow, showing the Doctor and Scip, booted and spurred, standing in the center of the room.
The findings of the court-martial, that neither cleared nor condemned, and the reprimand, were an intolerable insult to his feelings, and, in a fit of bitter disgust with the service and every one in it, Swanson resigned. Of course, the moment he had done so he was sorry. Swanson's thought was that he could no longer associate with any one who could believe him capable of theft.
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