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"I'll put on the brakes." And put them on she did, with a savage jerk. But nevertheless Weir's powerful machine drew her car slowly up out of the creek upon the road, where he forced it about until it pointed towards San Mateo. Then he retied the rope on the front axle. "Now for town," said he. "Why did you haul me out of there, I demand to know?" "Why?
Following the clue obtained from the woman who had worked in the elder Weir's household, he visited the old Mexican named as having been used as roustabout by Vorse in early days. This was old Saurez, whom he knew. The wrinkled old fellow seldom came to town now, spending most of the time sitting against the sunny side of his son's house on Pina Creek, twenty miles south, where he lived.
She put it on the score of old friendship; but, with a coquette's ardour, she did enjoy the young fellow's struggles to keep himself on a firm footing. And when he saw Gaynor's attentions, and listened to Weir's rhapsodies, a passion of boyish jealousy sprang up in his heart. Miss Lily kept her other admirers out of the way, except as she might meet them at dances or whist parties.
Freddy Tarlton finished the sentence for him: "For an inner sorrow is a consuming fire." Fort Latrobe soon had an unexpected opportunity to study Soldier Joe's theory. One night Jacques did not appear at Weir's Tavern as he had engaged to do, and Soldier Joe and another went across the frozen river to his log-hut to seek him.
"Well, Mr Weir, you and me's two old fellows, now leastways I'm a deal older than you. But that doesn't signify to what I want to say." And here Old Rogers stuck fast according to Weir's story. "It don't seem easy to say no how, Old Rogers," said Weir. "Well, it ain't. So I must just let it go by the run, and hope the parson, who'll never know, would forgive me if he did."
And remember I can still shoot straight," he warned. Towards him came Madden running, who in Weir's disappearance earlier in the night he had guessed a pursuit of the cattleman and had therefore returned to the jail. He placed himself at Sorenson's right. "Whoever tries to take Sorenson from the hands of the law does so at his own peril," he exclaimed. A few mocking shouts resulted.
At last he said that she was ill; then, that she was very ill, and again, that she was better, almighty better now. The third day following the funeral, Jacques insisted that he would go and see her. The doctor at length decided he should be taken to Weir's Tavern, where, they declared, they would tell him all.
It was the advantageous time for which he had waited, for Madden's look which had been moving back and forth from Vorse to Sorenson so as to cover both had passed to the latter. And Weir's weapon was undrawn. But if Vorse drew fast, the engineer's motion was like a flash of light. His weapon leaped on a level with the other's breast.
And the one young man carried his tortured spirit forth of the city and all the day long, by one road and another, in an endless pilgrimage of misery; while the other hastened smilingly to spread the news of Weir's access of insanity, and to drum up for that night a full attendance at the Speculative, where further eccentric developments might certainly be looked for.
"The camp will be unguarded except for you and the two men with you," Weir's assistant suggested. "If the crowd drinking down at that place should take the notion to come here and tear things up, there would be nothing to hinder them. A few should stay, anyway, I imagine half a dozen, who can use guns." "Well, pick out six to remain," the other agreed.
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