Let her go, sir!"
CHAPTER XI
THE QUEST BEGINS
"You know the old place on the other side of the range?"
"Like a book. I got pet names for all the trees."
"There's a man there I want."
"Logan?"
"No. His name is Bard."
"H-m! Any relation of the old bird that was partners with you back about
the year one?"
"I want Anthony Bard brought here," said. Drew, entirely overlooking the
question.
"Easy. I can make the trip in a buckboard and I'll dump him in the back
of it."
"No. He's got to _ride_ here, understand?"
"A dead man," said Nash calmly, "ain't much good on a hoss."
"Listen to me," said Drew, his voice lowering to a sort of musical
thunder, "if you harm a hair of this lad's head I'll-I'll break you in
two with my own hands."
And he made a significant gesture as if he were snapping a twig between
his fingers. Nash moistened his lips, then his square, powerful jaw
jutted out.
"Which the general idea is me doing baby talk and sort of hypnotizing
this Bard feller into coming along?"
"More than that. He's got to be brought here alive, untouched, and
placed in that chair tied so that he can't move hand or foot for ten
minutes while I talk.
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