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If you leave this shanty to go across to the farm to molest the folks there, Beasley, here, is a dead man before you get a yard from the door." Then his glance shifted so that the saloon-keeper came into his focus, while yet he held a perfect survey of the rest of the men. "Do you get me, Beasley?" he went on coldly. "You're a dead man if those gals go.
I'll bet Beasley thought he was goin' to keep these doin's quiet; afraid the farmers might not believe he's jest the plain man he sets up to be afraid that folks like you that ain't invited might turn against him. I'LL fool him! We're goin' to see what there is to see, and I'm goin' to have these boys from the newspapers write a full account of it.
Quin Beasley, that conclusive reasoner, who said, "Simlike ef you talk to Crit fer abaout th'ee bats of your eye he cand show you that ef innybody, don't keer who, would putt, wall say, wall, don't keer haow much you say, as much as tin thousand, in the Comp'ny an' leave it slumber fer say wall, don't keer haow long you say, as much as fo', five months, it 'ud be wuth, be wuth, wall, I don't keer to over-fetch, but I reckin f'm whut Crit says, th'aint no tellin' whut it would be wuth."
His boy's there, but he's a big enough lunkhead to try bailin' out a dory with a fork, and that buggy axle is bent so it's simply got to be fixed. I'd no more go home to Ketury with that buggy as 'tis than I'd Oh! my land of love!" The ejaculation was almost a groan. There at the corner, ear trumpet adjusted, and spectacles glistening, stood Debby Beasley.
"I reckon you can hope only be prepared. That's all. It's hard. But these damned deals are common out here in the West." "Suppose Beasley comes here!" exclaimed Helen, and again her hand went out toward him. "If he does, you refuse to get off," replied Dale. "But don't let him or his greasers put a dirty hand on you.
Beasley's evil genius had planned this abduction. Riggs was a tool, a cowardly knave dominated by a stronger will. Snake Anson and his gang had lain in wait at that cedar camp; had made that broad hoof track leading up the mountain. Beasley had been there with them that very day. All this was as assured to Dale as if he had seen the men.
"Why, I'd sooner guess it's me." Beasley nodded. "You're dead right ther', boys," he said, with hearty good-will. "It sure ain't the Padre. He's got religion, an' though I'm 'most allus curious 'bout folks with religion it ain't right to say ther's any queer reason fer 'em gettin' it. Then the Padre's bin here nigh twenty years. Jest fancy!
"You said it began, you thought, over the four women you allow in here." Beasley was being steadily drawn without knowing it. His swift-rising spleen led him farther into the trap. "So it did," he snapped. Then he laughed mirthlessly. "Y' see some one suggested those gals pay a 'party' call on your Golden Woman," he said with elaborate sarcasm. "And it was because Mr.
"If I'd only knowed what thet deal meant I'd hev plugged Beasley instead of listenin'.... An' I ought to hev knocked thet kid on the head an' made sartin she'd croaked. If she goes screamin' 'round thet way " His voice failed as there rose a thin, splitting, high-pointed shriek, somewhat resembling the first scream, only less wild. It came apparently from the cliff.
An' I reckon I picked out the bad time." "For what? Roy, what did you do?" "Wal, I'd made up my mind awhile back to talk to Beasley the first chance I had. An' thet was it. I was in the store when I seen him go into Turner's. So I followed. It was 'most dark. Beasley an' Riggs an' Mulvey an' some more were drinkin' an' powwowin'. So I just braced him right then." "Roy!
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