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Updated: May 22, 2025
Swope stood looking down at his handiwork for a moment; then he swung about and came aft, brushing invisible dirt from his clothes as he walked. When he drew near, I saw his eyes were bright with joyous excitement; yes, by heaven, Captain Swope was happy because of the work he had just done; he was a man who found pleasure in inflicting pain upon others!
Without looking to the right or to the left, Jefferson Creede fixed his eyes upon one man in that riot of workers and rode for him as a corral hand marks down a steer. It was Jasper Swope, hustling the last of a herd through the narrow defile, and as his Chihuahuanos caught sight of the burly figure bearing down upon the padron they abandoned their work to help him.
"I worked a long while and I was upon the verge of success it would have been a real accomplishment, too when, without apparent cause, the gang took warning, scattered, the whole thing blew up. Months of work for nothing! I had made worse than a failure this time." "You mean to accuse Henry of of treachery of that sort?" Swope inquired. "I do. And that's not all.
You and Blackie and me could all be against it, and still they'd go aft. They're goin' to get Swope before Swope gets more o' them. And if it's Big 'Un you're worryin' about why, we got to do this to save him.
That Swope meant to kill, I had not the least doubt Newman, himself, said as much but the time was not ripe for that act. So I occupied myself with thoughts about the traitor in the crew. At that moment Captain Swope was not the only man on board with murder in his heart! My fingers pressed the spokes as though they had hold of the Cockney's throat.
The dreamy quah, quah of the quail was no longer a mockery of love; their eggs would not be broken in the nest but the mothers would lead forth their little ones; even the ground-doves and the poor-wills, nesting in last year's sheep tracks, would escape the myriad feet and all because a crazy man, hiding among the cliffs, had shot down Jasper Swope.
Jasper Swope had promised to protect them whenever they blew their horns, but it was two days since they had seen him, and the two Americanos had harried them like hawks. Never had armed men so lacked a leader as on that day.
Five minutes after he entered the cabin, he was thrown out upon the deck, bruised, bleeding and unconscious, and his mates were told to pick him up and carry him forward. The Old Man and the mate appeared on the poop immediately afterwards. The instant I clapped eyes upon Swope, I knew that my turn was next. I saw it in his eyes, in his face and carriage.
She seemed like a child held to his breast. He spoke to the men below in a hushed, solemn voice. "It is ended," he said. "Swope is dead." As he stood there, the flares commenced to go out. One by one they guttered and extinguished, and the black night swept down like a falling curtain. Five bells chimed in the cabin. It was the end, even as Newman said.
Then he evidently saw the futility of appealing to Captain Swope. Abruptly, he turned and addressed the lady. "Madam my God, madam, can you not make him understand " The lady shook her head, frowned warningly, and spoke a soft, quick, sentence. "No, no do not protest, do as they say!" Well she knew the futility of argument, and the danger to the one who argued.
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