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If he'd made it past that place, he'd been sure to get out." "Well, I'm as sorry for Jack as I know how to be," said McLean, "but I can't help feeling relieved that our troubles are over, for now they are. With so dreadful a punishment for Jack, Wessner under arrest, and warrants for the others, we can count on their going away and remaining.
Wessner, released from a turn at the saw, walked to the flower bed, and tearing up a handful of rare ferns by the roots, started toward Freckles. His intention was obvious. Black Jack stopped him, with an oath. "You see here, Dutchy," he bawled, "mebby you think you'll wash his face with that, but you won't. A contract's a contract.
When I went into this, I didn't understand that he was to see all of us and that there was murder on the ticket. I'm not up to it. I don't mind lifting trees we came for, but I'm cursed if I want blood on my hands." "Well, you ain't going to get it," bellowed Jack. "You fellows only contracted to help me get out my marked trees. He belong to Wessner, and it ain't in our deal what happens to him."
He snatched the revolver from Wessner's belt, and stooped for Jack's. At that instant the Angel rushed past. She tore the gag from Freckles, and seizing the rope knotted on his chest, she tugged at it desperately. Under her fingers it gave way, and she hurled it to McLean. The men were crowding in, and Duncan seized Wessner.
Then he arose and stepped back, gasping for breath. With his first lungful of air he shouted: "Time!" But the figure of Wessner lay motionless. Freckles watched him with regardful eye and saw at last that he was completely exhausted. He bent over him, and catching him by the back of the neck, jerked him to his knees.
"They ain't due here for five days yet," said Wessner. "We got on to that last week." "Yes," said Freckles, "but I found a tree covered with butterflies and things along the east line yesterday that I thought the Bird Woman would want extra, and I went to town to tell her last night. She said she'd come soon, but she didn't say when. They must be here.
It was trained at short range on Black Jack and Wessner, who stood with their hands above their heads. Freckles, with the blood trickling down his face, from an ugly cut in his temple, was gagged and bound to the tree again; the remainder of the men were gone. Black Jack was raving as a maniac, and when they looked closer it was only the left arm that he raised.
"Have you been up to Chicago and cornered wheat, and are you offering me a friendly tip on the invistment of me fortune?" Wessner came close. "Freckles, old fellow," he said, "if you let me give you a pointer, I can put you on to making a cool five hundred without stepping out of your tracks." Freckles drew back. "You needn't be afraid of speaking up," he said.
"I don't think he was for having a doubt of the Angel before, but then he just raved. He grabbed out his gun and turned on Wessner. Spang! It went out of his fist, and the order comes: 'Hands up! Wessner reached for kingdom come like he was expecting to grab hold and pull himself up. Jack puts up what he has left.
We offered you a fair thing and you gave Wessner his answer. I ain't envying you when he gives you his." "You're six to one," answered Freckles. "It will be easy enough for you to be killing the body of me, but, curse you all, you can't blacken me soul!" "Well, I'd give anything you could name if I had your honesty," said Jack.
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