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Updated: May 16, 2025
‘A great deal of time; I really think that my ballads—’ Taggart took snuff. ‘If published, would do me credit. I’ll make an effort, and offer them to some other publisher.’ Taggart took a double quantity of snuff. Occasionally I called on Francis Ardry.
A murdered man lay dead in the entry, a number of shelves stood empty against the wall, but neither clue nor trace, footprint nor finger mark, existed to aid or direct the detective's sagacity in his search. Detective Taggart knew this. He felt the difficulty of his situation, and he preserved the chisel as the first link of the evidence he was to forge and fasten into a chain of convicting proof.
Finally I discovered that she and Taggart were plotting against me. Of course, Taggart was after the image himself. He didn't care anything about her religious scruples, but he made her believe he sympathized with her, and made a fool of her. I tried to kill Taggart the day I found that out, but he got away, and after that he never traveled alone and I didn't get another chance.
He pulled the foot out of the stirrup, dropped the reins with the same movement, and turned in a flash. Neal Taggart, sitting on a horse at the edge of the clearing, not over twenty feet from him, was looking at him from behind the muzzle of a six-shooter. At a trifling distance from Taggart was another man, also bestride a horse.
He had a spear in his hand and was sneaking up on Taggart who stood there almost fainting from fright. There was murder in the priest's eyes; I saw it and bent my gun on him. The trigger snapped on dead cartridges, and I yanked out my knife. I'd have been too late, at that. But the girl saw the priest, and she dodged behind him and gave him a shove.
"We ought to come to terms," said Taggart, placing his rifle in the saddle holster as Calumet's hands came down. "There hadn't ought to be any bad blood between us. Me an' your dad was a heap friendly until we had a fallin' out over that she-devil which he lived with Ezela." There was an insincere grin on his face.
Taggart of Kansas, standing for reelection. This was the only spot where women could strike out against the action of this committee-and Mr. Taggart. They struck with success. He was defeated almost wholly by the women's votes.
They recalled the incident of the Red Dog, and for a long time his thoughts dwelt on it, straight, grim lines in his face. He wondered what Betty would say when she heard of it. Would it affect her future relations with Taggart? His thoughts were still of Betty when the wagon careened out of the level and began to crawl up a slope that led through some hills.
'Why, said I, 'there are those ballads. Taggart took snuff. 'And those wonderful versions from Ab Gwilym. Taggart took snuff again. 'You seem to be very fond of snuff, said I, looking at him angrily. Taggart tapped his box. 'Have you taken it long? 'Three-and-twenty years. 'What snuff do you take? 'Universal mixture. 'And you find it of use? Taggart tapped his box.
"Well, now; that's odd," cut in Calumet dryly. "What is?" questioned Taggart quickly, noting his tone. "That I didn't remember," said Calumet. "Remember what?" inquired Taggart. "That I heard you gassin' about Betty to your Red Dog friends. You rattled it off pretty glibly. You ought to remember what you said. I'm wantin' you to repeat it while she's watchin' you.
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