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I went personally to Okar and was told by Silverthorn that the railroad would accept no material consigned to the Double A ranch." "Pretty raw," was Sanderson's only comment. "Raw? It's rotten!" declared Williams. "There's plenty of the kind of material we want in Lazette. To get it here would mean a fifty-mile haul. I can get teams and wagons in Lazette," he added, an eager note in his voice.
I looked and felt to a degree the pathos of the scene; but did not give special attention to what she thrust under my eyes till she gave me a little old letter to read, soiled and torn with the handling of many years and signed John Silverthorn Brainard.
Silverthorn remained at his desk, went to his own boarding-house for dinner, and returned to the mill, but always with a sense of unbroken suffering. What had happened? Why had Ida been so unresponsive? Why had he felt angry with her?
At noon he halted in a screen of timber and grinned felinely. "They're off, for certain," he said aloud. Late that afternoon the man was in Okar, talking with Dale and Silverthorn and Maison. "What you've been expectin' has happened," he told them. "Sanderson, Carter, an' six men are on the move with a trail herd. They're headed straight on for Las Vegas."
She bent her head again, perhaps with some acknowledgment of my bow, but not definitely for that purpose, because she continued reading as she passed me. But now came the strangest part of the episode. This girl disappeared around the bend of the road, and after her two young fellows drew near whom I recognized as Vibbard and Silverthorn.
"The Double A is not for sale. I wouldn't sell it to you for a million! You cheap crooks think that all you have to do is to take anything you want. I just stopped in to tell you that I'm wise to your game, an' that the kind of law I represent ain't cluttered up with angles an' technical processes. She runs straight to a square deal all around. That's all, Mr. Silverthorn."
The memory of her was with me night and day, Thorny, and it made me a hard, successful worker, and kept me a pure-hearted, happy man. You'll see that I don't need much persuasion to speak to her now!" While Vibbard was talking, Silverthorn had risen, as if interested, and now stood with his arm stretched on the cheap, painted wooden mantelpiece above the empty grate of his meagre room.
"Frame-up, eh?" he said. "What's the game?" "You're wanted for drawin' a gun on Dave Silverthorn in his office. I'm a deputy sheriff, an' I've got a warrant for you. Want to see it?" Sanderson did not answer. Here was a manifestation of Dale's power and cupidity. The charge was a mere subterfuge, designed to deprive him of his liberty. Sanderson had no intention of submitting.
I was begging that she would forget all the words of love I had ever spoken, and listen to you when you should come to tell her your story." Vibbard's head bowed itself in humiliation and wonder. He came forward two or three steps, and sank into a chair. "Is this possible?" he inquired, at last. "And you, too, had loved her!" Silverthorn vouchsafed no reply.
"Quarreled?" echoed Silverthorn, looking back her amazement. "Why, do you suppose the world has come to an end? Don't you know we would sooner die than quarrel?" "Vibbard coming!" repeated Ida, as she caught sight of the letter. "Yes; now, I see." "But, doesn't it make you happy?" asked her lover, suddenly annoyed at her cool reception of the news. "I don't know," she answered, pensively.
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