"Not a bit. But go through the whole town or Eldara and ask the boys
what they think of this tenderfoot. They feel so strong that if he was
jailed they'd lynch him."
Drew raised a clenched fist and then let his arm fall suddenly limp at
his side.
"Then surely he must not be jailed."
"Want me to let him wander around loose and kill another man--in
self-defence?"
"I want you to use reason--and mercy, Glendin!
"From what I've heard, you ain't the man to talk of mercy, Mr. Drew."
The other, as if he had received a stunning blow, slipped into a chair
and buried his face in his hands. It was a long moment before he could
speak, and when his hands were lowered, Glendin winced at what he saw in
the other's face.
"God knows I'm not," said Drew.
"Suppose we let the shootin' of Calamity go. What of hoss-liftin',
sir?"
"Horse stealing? Impossible! Anthony--he could not be guilty of it!"
"Ask your man Duffy. Bard's ridin' Duffy's grey right now."
"But Duffy will press no claim," said the rancher eagerly. "I'll see to
that. I'll pay him ten times the value of his horse.
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