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"Oh, tha's all right," he mumbled. "Have you seen Mr. Threewit yet?" she asked. "Threewit no." He was for a moment puzzled at her question. "No he's out getting a set somewheres in the hills." Ruth came back and took the note from Harrison's reluctant fingers. "He ought to get this at once. I'll send Billie Brown out with it. He'll explain to Mr.
Yeager had never before sat in the anxious seat as nervously as he did during the next few hours. His nature was not of the kind to borrow trouble. Usually he could accept responsibility without letting it worry him. But to-night he was playing for big stakes his own life certainly was in the hazard, probably those of Farrar and Threewit, possibly that of the Texan.
He was told nothing except that it was urgent that Threewit get the message as soon as possible. The five-dollar gold-piece which Lennox tossed to the Mexican drew a grin that exposed a mouth half empty of teeth. In the absence of both Threewit and Farrar the business of producing films was at a standstill. The members of the company took an enforced holiday. Manderson read a novel.
"We heard that an American had been killed in camp to-day. We've been worried for fear it might have been you, Steve," said the camera man. "It was Harrison. He tried to sell Pasquale out to Farrugia and the old fox got his letter. Pasquale accused him of his treachery and had him assassinated on the spot. Better pull that sombrero lower over your face, Threewit.
A quarter of an hour later he swung from the saddle beside Threewit. "Plumb gentle. You can make any horse a devil when you're one yourself." They were standing in front of the stable. Threewit started to reply, but the words were taken out of his mouth. From out of the stable strode Harrison, a cold anger in his eyes. "That's your opinion, is it?" Yeager's light blue eyes met his steadily.
Culvera's smile glittered reminiscently: "The truth is that he thought our climate unhealthy. He was afraid of heart failure." Threewit scoffed openly. "Absurd. The man is the finest physical specimen I ever saw. If you had ever seen him on the back of an outlaw bronc, you'd know his heart was all right." The door of the room opened and Harrison came in.
Yeager relocked the door and drove the staple back into the wood with the end of his rifle by steady pressure and not by blows. Steve led them through the bear grass into the pasture and across it to the river-bank. Here, under the heavy shadows of the overhanging cottonwoods, he outlined his plans. Threewit spoke aloud his fears. "But, good Lord! what chance have we got?
White Stockings, one of the fastest mounts in the remuda of the company, had been brought in from a long hard run within the past half-hour. Its flanks were stained with sweat and the marks of the saddle chafed its still moist back. "You win," admitted Threewit. "But that doesn't prove Harrison was on its back." "No. Say, what about giving me a week off, Mr. Threewit?" "What for?"
He will be full of regrets and apologies to our Government, but that won't help Threewit or Frank any." "Don't you think he's bluffing? Pasquale hasn't a thing against either of them. He surely wouldn't murder them in cold blood." "I don't know whether he is or not. But it's up to me to sit in and take cards. They went down to Noche Buena on my account. I'm going down on theirs."
Well, I don't know what the devil to do with your friends Farrar and Threewit. I have nothing against them, but if I send them home they will talk. Would it be best, do you think, to arrange an accident for them while on the way back to Arizona?" "Not at all. I'll make a written confession, and they can sign it as witnesses, that I plotted against Pasquale and was implicated in his murder.
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