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Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the north. He is, says Joe.
"There's a Chinese coming up from town to-morrow," he said. Santry peered across the stove to watch him as he moved about his room. The week before, a large picture of an extremely beautiful girl, which she had sent to Wade and which at first he had seemed to consider his most precious ornament, had fallen face downward on the table.
She knew that whatever might be the outcome of the graver charge against Gordon, he would probably have to suffer for his release of Santry, and she found herself wishing more than ever that her lover had never seen the West. What little it had contributed to his character was not worth what it had cost already and would cost in the future.
The more he thought of his outburst of temper before Helen the more it annoyed him, for he realized that he had "bitten off a bigger wad than he could chew," as Bill Santry would have expressed it. Rascal though the Senator was, so far as he was concerned, Wade felt that his hands were tied on Helen's account.
Wade shouted; but there was no reply. Santry sprang to his feet. "By the great horned toad!" he cried. "I'm a-goin' in there! Anybody that wants to come along is welcome." Not a man in the party would be dared in that way, so, taking advantage of such cover as offered, they advanced upon the cabin, stealthily at first and then more rapidly, as they met with no resistance no sign whatever of life.
There was no time to waste in loitering, for at any moment Bat Lewis might arrive and give an alarm which would summon reënforcements from amongst Moran's following. Hurrying Santry ahead of him, Wade swung open the door and they looked out cautiously. No one was in sight, and a couple of minutes later the two men were mounted and on their way out of town. "By the great horned toad!"
With a nod, Santry whirled his horse and dashed away, and Wade rode forward toward an approaching resident, evidently of faint heart, who meant, so it seemed, to be in for the "cakes" even though he had missed the "roast." A little contemptuously, the ranchman put his question. "Yes, I seen him; leastwise, I think so," the man answered. "He went past my house when the shootin' first started.
Besides, the men were shot in the back, and that is absolute proof that Santry didn't do it." "Mere sentiment, Gordon; mere sentiment. Proof? Pooh!" Rexhill's slightly contemptuous tone worked upon Wade in his exhausted, overwrought condition, and stung him. A strange look of cunning appeared in his eyes, as he leaned across the table which separated them.
"What is it, Bill?" the ranch owner demanded. Santry tramped back into the room, laughing in a shamefaced sort of way. "They done us, Gordon!" he burst out. "By the great horned toad, they done us! They chucked a bunch of shells into the hot cook-stove, an' sneaked out the side door while we was shootin' into the front room. By cracky, that beats...."
"That's the stuff!" growled Santry, whose temples were throbbing under the effort he put forth to hold himself within bounds. "I do not!" the Senator said, bluntly. "And I'll say freely that I would not tell you if I did." Santry's hands opened and shut convulsively. He was in the act of springing upon Rexhill when Trowbridge seized him.
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