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āIām going to tell you something. I think I would have let you out of this deal, if you hadnāt been so fresh. But you made a grand-stand play before the girl I am going to marry. You showed off your horse to make a bid for her favor. You paraded before her window in the car to attract her attention. I saw you. You rode me down. Youāll get no mercy. Iām going to break you. Iām going to send you back to your father, Brandon, senior, in worse condition than when you left, ten years ago.ā He sneered as Trevison started and stepped on the floor, rigid.
āHow did you recognize me?ā Curiosity had dulled the young manās passion; his tone was hoarse.
āHow?ā Corrigan laughed, mockingly. āDid you think you could repose any confidence in a woman you have known only about a month? Did you think she wouldnāt tell meāher promised husband? She has told meāeverything that she succeeded in getting out of you. She is heart and soul with me in this deal. She is ambitious. Do you think she would hesitate to sacrifice a clod-hopper like you? Sheās very clever, Trevison; sheās deep, and more than a match for you in wits. Fight, if you like, youāll get no sympathy there.ā
Trevisonās faith in Miss Benham had received a shock; Corriganās words had not killed it, however.
āYouāre a liar!ā he said.
Corrigan flushed, but smiled icily. āHow many people know that you have coal on your land, Trevison?ā
He saw Trevisonās hands clench, and he laughed in grim amusement. It pleased him to see his enemy writhe and squirm before him; the grimness came because of a mental picture, in his mind at this minute, of Trevison confiding in the girl. He looked up, the smile freezing on his lips, for within a foot of his chest was the muzzle of Trevisonās pistol. He saw the trigger finger contracting; saw Trevisonās free hand clenched, the muscles corded and knottedāhe felt the breathless, strained, unreal calm that precedes tragedy, grim and swift. He slowly stiffened, but did not shrink an inch. It took him seconds to raise his gaze to Trevisonās face, and then he caught his breath quickly and smiled with straight lips.
āNo; you wonāt do it, Trevison,ā he said, slowly; āyouāre not that kind.ā He deliberately swung around in the chair and drew another cigar from a box on the desk top, lit it and leaned back, again facing the pistol.
Trevison restored the pistol to the holster, brushing a hand uncertainly over his eyes as though to clear his mental vision, for the shock that had come with the revelation of Miss Benhamās duplicity had made his brain reel with a lust to kill. He laughed hollowly. His voice came cold and hard:
āYouāre rightāit wouldnāt do. It would be plain murder, and Iām not quite up to that. You know your men, donāt youāyou coyoteās whelp! You know Iāll fight fair. Youāll do yours underhandedly. Get up! Thereās your gun! Load it! Letās see if youāve got the nerve to face a gun, with one in your own hand!ā
āIāll do my fighting in my own way.ā Corriganās eyes kindled, but he did not move. Trevison made a gesture of contempt, and wheeled, to go. As he turned he caught a glimpse of a hand holding a pistol, as it vanished into a narrow crevice between a jamb and the door that led to the rear room. He drew his own weapon with a single movement, and swung around to Corrigan, his muscles tensed, his eyes alert and chill with menace.
āIāll bore you if you wink an eyelash!ā he warned, in a whisper.
He leaped, with the words, to the door, lunging against it, sending it crashing back so that it smashed against the wall, overbalancing some boxes that reposed on a shelf and sending them clattering. He stood in the opening, braced for another leap, tall, big, his muscles swelling and rippling, recklessly eager. Against the partition, which was still swaying, his arms outstretched, a pistol in one hand, trying to crowd still farther back to escape the searching glance of Trevisonās eyes, was Braman.
He had overheard Trevisonās tense whisper to Corrigan. The cold savagery in it had paralyzed him, and he gasped as Trevisonās eyes found him, and the pistol that he tried to raise dangled futilely from his nerveless fingers. It thudded heavily upon the boards of the floor an instant later, a shriek of fear mingling with the sound as he went down in a heap from a vicious, deadening blow from Trevisonās fist.
Trevisonās leap upon Braman had been swift; he was back in the doorway instantly, looking at Corrigan, his eyes ablaze with rage, wild, reckless, bitter. He laughedāthe sound of it brought a grayish pallor to Corriganās face.
āThat explains your nerve!ā he taunted. āItās a frame-up. You sent the deputy after meāpointed me out when I went into Hanrahanās! Thatās how he knew me! You knew Iād come in here to have it out with you, and you figured to have Braman shoot me when my back was turned! Ha, ha!ā He swung his pistol on Corrigan; the big man gripped the arms of his chair and sat rigid, staring, motionless. For an instant there was no sound. And then Trevison laughed again.
āBah!ā he said; āI canāt use your methods! Youāre safe so long as you donāt move.ā He laughed again as he looked down at the banker. Reaching down, he grasped the inert man by the scruff of the neck and dragged him through the door, out into the banking room, past Corrigan, who watched him wonderingly and to the front, there he dropped him and turning, answered the question that he saw shining in Corriganās eyes:
āI donāt work in the dark! Weāll take this case out into the sunlight, so the whole town can have a look at it!ā
He stooped swiftly, grasped Braman around the middle, swung him aloft and hurled him through the window, into the street, the glass, shattered, clashing and jangling around him. He turned to Corrigan, laughing lowly:
āGet up. Manti will want to know. Iām going to do the talking!ā
He forced Corrigan to the front door, and stood on the threshold behind him, silent, watching.
A hundred doorways were vomiting men. The crash of glass had carried far, and visions of a bank robbery filled many brains as their owners raced toward the doorway where Trevison stood, the muzzle of his pistol jammed firmly against Corriganās back.
The crowd gathered, in the manner peculiar to such scenes, coming from all directions and converging at one point, massing densely in front of the bank building, surrounding the fallen banker, pushing, jostling, straining, craning necks for better views, eager-voiced, curious.
No one touched Braman. On the contrary, there were many in the front fringe that braced their bodies against the crush, shoving backward, crying that a man was hurt and needed breathing space. They were unheeded, and when the banker presently recovered consciousness he was lifted to his feet and stood, pressed close to the building, swaying dizzily, pale, weak and shaken.
Word had gone through the crowd that it was not a robbery, for there were many there who knew Trevison; they shouted greetings to him, and he answered them, standing back of Corrigan, grim and somber.
Foremost in the crowd was Mullarky, who on another day had seen a fight at this same spot. He had taken a stand directly in front of the door of the bank, and had been using his eyes and his wits rapidly since his coming. And when two or three men from the crowd edged forward and tried to push their way to Corrigan, Mullarky drew a pistol, leaped to the door landing beside Trevison and trained his weapon, on them.
āStand back, or Iāll plug you, sure as Iām a foot high! Thereās hell to pay here, anā me friend gets a square dealāwhatever heās done!ā
āRight!ā came other voices from various points in the crowd; āa square dealāno interference!ā
Judge Lindman came out into the street, urged by curiosity. He had stepped down from the doorway of the courthouse and had instantly been carried with the crowd to a point directly in front of Corrigan and Trevison, where he stood, bare-headed, pale, watching silently. Corrigan saw him, and smiled faintly at him. The easternerās eye sought out several faces in the crowd near him, and when he finally caught the gaze of a certain individual who had been eyeing him inquiringly for some moments, he slowly closed an eye and moved his head slightly toward the rear of the building. Instantly the man whistled shrilly with his fingers, as though to summon someone far down the street, and slipping around the edge of the crowd made his way around to the rear of the bank building, where he was joined presently by other men, roughly garbed, who carried pistols. One of them climbed in through a window, opened the door, and the othersānumbering now twenty-five or thirty, dove into the room.
Out in front a silence had fallen. Trevison had lifted a hand and the crowd strained its ears to hear.
āIāve caught a crook!ā declared Trevison, the frenzy of fight still surging through his veins. āHeās not a cheap crookāI give him credit for that. All he wants to do is to steal the whole county. Heāll do it, too, if we donāt head him off. Iāll tell you more about him in a minute. Thereās another of his stripe.ā He pointed to Braman, who cringed. āI threw him out through the window, where the sunlight could shine on him. He tried to shoot me in the backāthe big crook here, framed up on me. I want you all to know what youāre up against. Theyāre after all the land in this section; theyāve clouded every title. Itās a raw, dirty deal. I see now, why they havenāt sold a foot of the land they own here; why theyāve shoved the cost of leases up until itās ruination to pay them. Theyāre land thieves, commercial pirates. Theyāre going to euchre everybody out ofāā
Trevison caught a gasp from the crowdāconcerted, sudden. He saw the mass sway in unison, stiffen, stand rigid; and he turned his head quickly, to see the door behind him, and the broken window through which he had thrown Bramanāthe break running the entire width of the buildingāfilled with men armed with rifles.
He divined the situation, sensed his dangerāthe danger that faced the crowd should one of its members make a hostile movement.
āSteady there, boys!ā he shouted. āDonāt start anything. These men are here through prearrangementāitās another frame-up. Keep your guns out of sight!ā He turned, to see Corrigan grinning contemptuously at him. He met the look with naked exultation and triumph.
āGot your body-guard within call, eh?ā he jeered. āYou need one. Youāve cut me short, all right; but Iāve said enough to start a fire that will rage through this part of the country until every damned thief is burned out! Youāve selected the wrong man for a victim, Corrigan.ā
He stepped down into the street, sheathing his pistol. He heard Corriganās voice, calling after him, saying:
āGrand-stand play again!ā
Trevison turned; the gaze of the two men met, held, their hatred glowing bitter in their eyes; the gaze broke, like two sharp blades rasping apart, and Corrigan turned to his deputies, scowling; while Trevison pushed his way through the crowd.
Five minutes later, while Corrigan was talking with the deputies and Braman in the rear room of the bank building, Trevison was
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