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A little later, with the car clicking slowly over the rail-joints toward the cut, Carson diffidently followed the negro attendant into a luxurious compartment, in which, seated in a big leather-covered chair, was Miss Benham. She motioned Carson to another chair, and in the conversation that followed Miss Benham received a comprehensive estimate of Trevison from Carson's viewpoint.
Shortly afterward, he was talking lowly to Levins as the latter saddled his pony out at the stable. "I'll do it for you," Levins told him. And then he chuckled. "It'll seem like old times." "It's Justice versus Law, tonight," laughed Trevison; "it's a case of 'the end justifying the means." Manti never slept.
Neither judicial dignity or resolutions of independence could resist the threatened danger of further violence that shone from Corrigan's eyes, and the Judge whispered gaspingly: "Trevison." "I thought so! Now, be careful how you answer this. What did Trevison want in the courthouse?" "The original record of the land transfers." "Did he get it?"
Trevison turned, to see a short, heavily built man smiling mildly at him. "I'm a deputy from Judge Lindman's court," announced the man. "I've got a summons for you. Saw you coming in here saves me a trip to your place." He shoved a paper into Trevison's hands, grinned, and went out.
The hours dragged slowly. Trevison changed his position twice. Once he went away, but returned in a few minutes with a canteen, from which he drank, deeply. The Judge had been without food or water since the night before, and thirst tortured him. The gurgle of the water as it came out of the canteen, maddened him. "I'd like a drink, Trevison." "Of course. Any man would." "May I have one?"
"I got hell from Benham for destroying Trevison's check he wired me to attend to my other deals and let him run the railroad the damned old fool! You must have taken the cash to Trevison I see the gang's working again." "The cash went," said the banker, watching Corrigan covertly, "but I didn't take it. J. C. wired explicit orders for his daughter to act."
And when, muttering, and casting belligerent looks backward, they finally drew off, Trevison following, there was a sigh of relief from the watchers, while Corrigan's face was black with disappointment. Out of Rosalind Benham's resentment against Trevison for the Hester Harvey incident grew a sudden dull apathy which presently threatened to become an aversion for the West.
They was goin' to shoot him Corrigan put 'em up to it. That Carson fello' heard it an' put 'Firebrand' wise. An' the shootin' didn't come off. But that's only the beginnin'!" "Did Trevison tell you to tell me this?" The girl was stunned, amazed, incredulous.
And in that moment she was seized with a throbbing sympathy for Trevison, and filled with a yearning that he might win, in spite of Corrigan, Hester Harvey, and all the others even her father. For he was a courageous player of this "game." In him was typified the spirit of the nation.
By defeating Corrigan's aim she would, of course, be aiding Trevison, and through him Hester Harvey, whom she had grown to despise, but that hatred should not deter her. She mounted her horse in a fever of anxiety and raced it over the plains toward Manti, determined to find Corrigan and force him to tell her the truth.
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