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The banker stepped around the end of the counter and opened a door behind the wire netting. "Right here," he directed. Corrigan indicated the door with a jerking movement of the head. "Move!" he said shortly, to Trevison. The latter's lips parted in a cold, amused grin, and he hesitated slightly, yielding presently.
While Lefingwell had been talking two of the Vigilantes had slipped to the rear of Trevison. As Lefingwell concluded they leaped. The arms of one man went around Trevison's neck; the other man lunged low and pinned his arms to his sides, one hand grasping the pistol and wrenching it from his hand. The crowd closed again.
"There, there," consoled Agatha; "your father wouldn't permit " "No, no!" said the girl, vehemently; "he wouldn't. But I can't understand why Trevison fights so hard if if he is in the wrong!" "He is a desperado, my dear; a wild, reckless spirit who has no regard for law and order. Of course, if these men are after him, you will tell them he was here!" "No!" said the girl, sharply; "I shan't!"
He patted the sleek, muscular neck of the beast and the animal whinnied gently. "He's careful of his master, though," laughed Trevison. "A man pulled a gun on me, right after I'd got Nigger. He had the drop, and he meant business. I had to shoot. To disconcert the fellow, I had to jump Nigger against him.
"Clay was worth a thousand of them!" Barkwell got down and seized the book, watching Trevison closely. "Look here, Boss," he said, as Trevison ran to his horse and threw himself into the saddle; "you're bushed, mighty near " If Trevison heard his first words he had paid no attention to them.
The universal sympathy for the "under dog" oppressed by Justice perverted or controlled, had here found expression. It was so all over Manti. Admiring glances followed Trevison; though he said no word concerning the incident; nor could any man have said, judging from the expression of his face, that he was elated.
Now what in hell do you think of that?" "I knew Dick Kessler," said Trevison, soberly. "He was honest." "Square as a dollar!" violently affirmed Lefingwell. "It's too bad," sympathized Trevison. "That places you in a mighty bad fix. If there's anything I can do for you, why " "Mr. 'Brand' Trevison?" said a voice at Trevison's elbow.
For there flashed into her mind at this instant the conviction that she had herself to blame for this visitation she had written to Ruth Gresham, and Ruth very likely had disseminated the news, after the manner of all secrets, and Hester had heard it. And of course the attraction was "Brand" Trevison!
Manti, rudely awakened, was pouring its population through its doors in streams. Shouts, hoarse, inquisitive, drifted to Trevison's ears. Lights blazed up, flickering from windows like giant fireflies. Doors slammed, dogs were barking, men were running. Trevison laughed vibrantly as he ran.
Others were laying tracks that intersected with the main line; still others were erecting buildings along the level. They were on Trevison's land there was no doubt of that. Moreover, they were erecting their buildings and apparatus at the point where Trevison himself had contemplated making a start.
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