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And the Missioner was saying to Nada, in a quiet, calm voice out of which the tragedies of years had burned all excitement and passion: "God will forgive him, my child. In His mercy He will forgive Roger McKay, because he killed Jed Hawkins to save YOU. But man will not forgive. The law has been hunting him because he is an outlaw, and to outlawry he has added what the law will call murder.
In a minute each hunter had his gun into position, Giant resting on a rock and Whopper in the crotch of a low tree. "I'll take the buck," whispered Jed Sanborn. "Ready?" "Yes." "Then fire!" Crack! went the several firearms, in a scattering volley, and the buck and one of the others pitched headlong, not to rise.
"My goodness! what's going on?" cried Daddy Brown, looking up from the paper he was reading. "Are you two going to buy an automobile with all that money?" "Will you please open my bank, Daddy, and see how much is in it?" asked Bunny. His father, wondering what was "in the wind," as old Jed Winkler would say, did so. With Bunny's help the cash was counted. There was eight dollars and fifteen cents.
She was wondering as she had wondered so often before why it took so long to die. For days now she had been trying to die, decently and in order. There was really no particular use in living, so far as she could see. Ella and Jim were very kind; but, after all, they were not Jed, and Jed was away hopelessly away. He did not even want to come back, so Ella and Jim said. There was the money, too.
Now it stood breathing deep, and trembling while its master let his hand pass gently over the nose and neck with soft words that slowly won the pony back from the terror into which it had worked itself. "You did well, Mr. Fraser from Texas," Jed complimented him, with a smile that thinly hid his malice. "But it won't do to have you going back to Texas with the word that Wyoming is shy of riders.
I am beginning to know the townspeople and to like some of them. I met that delightful old Captain Warren the other day." "He is as good as they make." "Indeed he is. And I had an interview with another captain, Miss Dean's father, yesterday. We had an interesting encounter." "So I should imagine. Captain Jed! Whew! It MUST have been interesting." "It was.
"Jed will never catch that fellow," answered Jack. "He'll be miles and miles away before the constable gets his badge pinned on to go after him." "Oh, Jed is smart," cried the farmer. "He's my wife's second cousin, and the whole family is mighty cute." "All right, let him catch the thief," answered Pepper.
He's got ambitions, Brandt has. So has Hilliard, the prosecuting attorney. Happen to see him, by the way?" "Yes." Jed nodded. "I figured you had. Yes, it would be Hilliard worked the scheme out, I expect." "You're a good deal of a detective yourself, Mr. Briscoe," the Texan laughed hardily. "Perhaps I could get you a job in the rangers." "There may be a vacancy there soon," Jed agreed.
Jed had been expecting to hear this very thing almost any day, but he was a little startled nevertheless. "Sho!" he exclaimed. "You don't tell me!" "Yes. He is coming on the evening train to-morrow. I had word from him this morning." Jed's hand moved to his chin. "Hum . . ." he mused. "I guess likely you'll be pretty glad to see him." "I shall be at least that," with a little break in her voice.
"Now inter ther hole with ye, Jed Bungay you an' yer dorgs," she panted furiously. "An' you uns foller him. I reckon I 'm able ter handle thet lot out thar, even if it should be Red Lowrie an' his gang." Catching firm hold of Mrs. Brennan's hand I sprang down the single step and closed the door tight behind us.
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