Within an hour one of them would be flying to Pelton with the news that he
was at a meeting of the committee, and all the thugs of the other side
would be turned loose on his heels. As he walked briskly through the
streets toward the place appointed, his hand lay on the hilt of a revolver
in the outside pocket of his overcoat. He was a man who would neither seek
trouble nor let it overwhelm him. If his life were attempted, he meant to
defend it to the last.
He followed side streets purposely, and his footsteps echoed along the
deserted road. He knew he was being dogged, for once, when he glanced back,
he caught sight of a skulking figure edging along close to a wall. The
sight of the spy stirred his blood. Grimly he laughed to himself. They
might murder him for what he was doing, but not in time to save the
exposure which would be brought to light on the morrow.
The committee met at a road-house near the outskirts of the city, but only
long enough to hear Yesler's facts and to appoint another meeting for three
hours later at the offices of Eaton. For the committee had come here for
secrecy, and they knew that it would be only a short time before Pelton's
heelers would be down upon them in force.
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