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But if Fendrick could get at him some way he might put down his John Hancock. With this trouble of Sam still unsettled and the Tin Cup hold-up to be pulled off he might sign." "If we could only have Fendrick arrested " "What good would that do? If he's guilty he wouldn't talk. And if he is holding your father somewhere in the hills it would only be serving notice that we were getting warm.
But all through the night one or the other of the sheepmen patroled a beat that circled around and around the house. Fendrick did not broach the subject at issue next morning till after breakfast. "Well, what have you decided?" he asked at last. "Let's hear about that compromise. What is it you offer?" Luck demanded gruffly.
"Lets him out of kidnapping Uncle Luck but maybe not out of the robbery," Bob amended. "Doesn't let him out of either. Somebody was in this with Blackwell. If it wasn't Cass Fendrick then who was it?" Kate wanted to know. "Might have been Soapy Stone," Dick guessed. "Might have been, but now Sam has gone back into the hills to join Soapy; the gang would have to keep it from Sam.
If the sheep owner had tried to break away into the chaparral. Bob could have blazed away at him, but he could not shoot a man looking at him with cynical, amused eyes. He could understand the point of view of his adversary. If Fendrick rode into the Circle C under compulsion of a gun in the hands of a boy he would never hear the end of the laugh on him. "You won't try to light out, will you?"
Fendrick was either telling the truth or he was lying with some sinister purpose in view. The cattleman meant to know which. Morning breaks early in Arizona. By the time they had come to the spot where the sheepman said he had met Kate gray streaks were already lightening the sky. The party moved forward slowly toward the cañon, spreading out so as to cover as much ground as possible.
He was furious with himself, for he felt now that he had been unsuspectingly helping to certify the suspicions of the sheriff. Like an idiot, he had let out much that told heavily against his friend. "I hope so." "Cass Fendrick is not on good terms with him. We all know that. Luck has got him in a hole. I wouldn't put it a bit above Cass to lie if he thought it would hurt Luck.
There's ten times as much against your friend as there is against Cass." "Then you'll not arrest Fendrick?" "When you give me good reason to do it," Bolt returned doggedly. "That's all right, Mr. Sheriff. Now we know where you stand," Flandrau, Senior, said stiffly. The harassed official mopped his face with a bandanna. "Sho! You all make me tired.
By the way, what was the date when the relinquishment was signed?" "To-day." "And who was the notary that witnessed it?" "Dominguez. He's a partner of Fendrick in the sheep business." "Quite a family affair, isn't it. Well, I'll let you know how things come out, Mr. Thomas. You'll be interested to know. Have a cigar." Bucky rose. "See you later, Curly. Sorry I have to hurry, Mr.
He dived with the satchel into the nearest alley, and came face to face with the stranger whom he later learned to be Fendrick. The whole story of the horse had been a myth later invented by the sheepman to scatter the pursuit by making it appear that the robber had come from a distance.
Hitherto his mind had been busy with the immediate present, but now his furtive shifting gaze rested on her more thoughtfully. It was as a factor of his safety that he considered her. Gratitude was a feeling not within his scope. The man's mind worked just as Fendrick had surmised. He would not let her go back to the ranch with the news that he was hidden in the hills so close at hand.
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