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Updated: June 16, 2025
Four of 'em, an' all found their mark. I 'lows this one's on'y a graze. Might 'a' bin done wi' a knife, et's so clean. Yes, sirree, he was a daddy, sure." As no one seemed inclined to contradict the statement that Anton was a "daddy," and as the question of four shots or three was of no vital interest to the onlookers, the matter passed unheeded. Only Tresler found food for reflection.
The rancher made his meaning quite plain. And Tresler was quick to understand that this was simply to get him out of the way until such time as Jake's temper had cooled and the danger of a further rupture was averted. He received his instructions without comment.
Besides, nothing can be done until daylight! And the doctor is only needed to certify. Poor old Jake!" He turned away with something very like a sigh. Half-way to the door he paused. "Tresler, you take charge of things to-night. Have this door locked. And," he added, with redoubled earnestness, "are you sure Arizona will hunt that man down?" "Perfectly." Tresler smiled grimly.
Tresler was a guest of honor, for whom, on this one occasion at least, nothing was too good. And in this position Arizona supported him, cursing the flies that fell into his friend's pannikin of tea, and hooking them out with the point of his hash-besmeared knife as he sat on his log beside him.
The room was getting dark. It was a cheerless den. Tresler was thoughtfully smoking. He was digesting and sifting what he had heard; trying to separate fact from fiction in Shaky's story. He felt that there must be some exaggeration. At last he broke the silence, and all eyes were turned on him. "And do you mean to say there is no law to protect people on these outlying stations?
See to it, and bring Tresler a chair; I must talk to him." His words were a dismissal; and after Diane had provided a chair, she retired into the house, leaving apprentice and master alone. And the two men talked, as men will talk who have just come together from the ends of the world.
"What trouble has brought you round here at this hour?" "Trouble enough," Jake responded, with a slight laugh. "Tresler here brings it, though." The blind man turned toward the window and instinctively focussed the younger man, and somehow Tresler shivered as with a cold draught when the sightless eyes fixed themselves upon him. "Ah, you Tresler. Well, we'll hear all about it."
Tresler avoided the details of his journey; nor did the blind man seem in any way interested in his personal affairs. It was the news of men, and matters concerning the world, that they discussed. And the rancher's information and remarks, and keen, incisive questions, set the newcomer wondering. He watched the face before him, the red, sightless eyes.
But I just can't stand by seeing things going wrong in a way that threatens to swamp one poor, lonely girl, whose only protection is her blind father." "Then it is wimmin?" "If you like." "But I don't jest see wher' them hoss thieves figger." "Perhaps you don't, but believe me they do indirectly." Tresler paused. Then he went on briskly.
Get right ahead, milady, an' fix the boy up. Guess it's all you'll ever do for him." Diane had fled before the last words came. She had to, or she would have struck the man. She knew, only too well, how right he was about Tresler; but this cruelty was unbearable, and she went back to the sick-room utterly bereft of the last shadow of the happiness she had left it with.
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