"
"I might have known. He told you about this?"
"Yes."
"And you're going the full limit of your power against Bard?"
"I'll do nothin' that ain't been done by others before me."
"Glendin, there have been cowardly legal murders before. Tell me at
least that you will not send a posse to 'apprehend' Bard until it's
learned whether or not Ben will die--and whether or not Duffy will press
the charge of horse stealing."
Glendin was at the door. He fumbled behind him, found the knob, and
swung it open.
"If you double-cross me," said Drew, "all that I've ever done to any man
before will be nothing to what I'll do to you, Glendin."
And the deputy cried, his voice gone shrill and high, "I ain't done
nothin' that ain't been done before!"
And he vanished through the doorway. Drew followed and looked after the
deputy, who galloped like a fugitive over the hills.
"Shall I follow him?" he muttered to himself, but a faint groan reached
him from the bedroom.
He turned on his heel and went back to Calamity Ben and the doctor.
CHAPTER XXXIV
CRITICISM
After the first burst of speed, Bard resigned himself to following
Sally, knowing that he could never catch her, first because her horse
carried a burden so much lighter than his own, but above all because the
girl seemed to know every rock and twist in the trail, and rode as
courageously through the night as if it had been broad day.
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