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You came down and opened the door to let me in." "They were shooting at you. What for?" she wanted to know. He smiled. "Don't worry about that. It's all over with. I'm sorry you were hurt in saving me," said Yesler gently. "Did I save you?" The gray eyes showed a gleam of pleasure. "You certainly did." "This is Mr. Yesler, Laska. Mr. Yesler Miss Lowe. I think you have never met."
The two young women, sitting together in the front row of the gallery, were glowing with triumphant happiness. Virginia was still clapping her hands when a voice behind her suggested that the circumstances did not warrant her being so happy over the result. She turned, to see Waring Ridgway smiling down at her. "But I can't help being pleased. Wasn't Mr. Yesler magnificent?"
His attackers were gathering for a rush, and he wondered whether the rescue was to be too late. They came together, the opening door and the forward pour of huddled figures. He stepped back into the hall. There was a raucous curse, a shot, and Yesler had slammed the door shut. He was alone in the darkness with his rescuer. "We must get out of here.
All kinds of rumors were in the air as to how many of these there were. The Consolidated leaders boldly claimed that they had only to give the word to force the election of their candidate on any ballot. Yesler did not believe this claim could be justified, since Pelton and Harley were already negotiating with him for the delivery of the votes belonging to the cattlemen's contingent.
Ridgway," proposed Virginia in a low voice to Yesler. "Doesn't that seem to imply that I'm afraid to leave?" laughed Yesler. "It implies that we are afraid to have you. Laska would worry both on your account and our own. I think you owe it to her to stay." "Oh, if that's the way it strikes you," he agreed. "Fact is, I don't quite like to leave you anyhow. We'll take Leigh's study.
It's wiping out the path you made when you broke through. How far's the ranch now?" "Close to five miles." Both men had lowered their voices almost to a whisper. "It's going to be a near thing, Sam. Your men are played out. Harley will never make it without help. From now on every mile will be worse than the last." Yesler nodded quietly. "Some one has got to go ahead for help.
"What in Mexico is the good of a county road there, Luck? Can't run a wagon over them mountains and down to the river. Looks to me like it would be a road from nowhere to nowhere," Alec Flandrau protested, puzzled at his friend's request. "I done guessed it," Yesler announced with a grin. "Run a county road through, and Cass Fendrick can't fence the river off from Luck's cows.
His very bulk emphasized the shabbiness of the stained and almost buttonless Prince Albert coat he wore, the dinginess of the little room he seemed to dwarf. "Leave my house, seh. You have ruined this family, and you come to gloat on your handiwork. Take a good look, and then go, Mr. Yesler. You see my wife in cotton rags doing her own work. Is it enough, seh?"
"I've got nothing against the Consolidated, but I won't lie down and let it or any other private concern hog-tie this State not if I can help it, anyhow." Behind wary eyes Ridgway studied him. He was wondering how far this man would go as his tool. Sam Yesler held a unique position in the State.
"Nope," he answered, hammering down a rivet. Kate called up the hotel where Maloney was staying at Saguache, but could not get him. She tried the Del Mar, where her father and his friends always put up when in town. She asked in turn for Mackenzie, for Yesler, for Alec Flandrau. While she waited for an answer, the girl moved nervously about the room.
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