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āLift her up, Lefingwell!ā suggested a man on the outer fringe. āIf sheās got anything to say, let us all hear it!ā The suggestion was caught up, insistently.
āIf you aināt got no objections, maāam,ā said the big man. He stooped at her cold smile and swung her to his shoulder. She spoke slowly and distinctly, though there was a tremor in her voice:
āTrevison did not kill Bramanāit was Corrigan. Corrigan was in my room in the Castle last night just after dark. When he left, I watched him from my window, after putting out the light. He had threatened to kill Braman. I watched him cross the street and go around to the rear of the bank building. There was a light in the rear room of the bank. After a while Braman and Corrigan entered the banking room. The light from the rear room shone on them for an instant and I recognized them. They were at the safe. When they went out they left the safe door open. After a while the light went out and I saw Corrigan come from around the rear of the building, recross the street and come into the Castle. You men are blind. Corrigan is a crook who will stop at nothing. If you let him injure Trevison for a crime that Trevison did not commit you deserve to be robbed!ā
Lefingwell swung her down from his shoulder.
āI reckon that cinches it, boys!ā he bellowed over the heads of the men nearest him. āThere aināt nothinā plainer! If we stand for this weāre a bunch of cowardly coyotes that aināt fit to look Trevison in the face! Iām goinā to help him! Whoās cominā along?ā
A chorus of shouts drowned his last words; the crowd was in motion, swift, with definite purpose. It melted, streaming off in all directions, like the sweep of water from a bursted dam. It broke at the doors of the buildings; it sought the stables. Men bearing rifles appeared in the street, mounting horses and congregating in front of the Belmont, where Lefingwell had gone. Other men, on the board sidewalk and in the dust of the street, were running, shouting, gesticulating. In an instant the town had become a bedlam of portentous force; it was the first time in its history that the people of Manti had looked with collective vision, and the girl reeled against the iron wall of the shed, appalled at the resistless power that had been set in motion. On a night when she sat on the porch of the Bar B ranchhouse she had looked toward Manti, thrilled over a pretty mental fancy. She had thought it all a gameāwondrous, joyous, progressive. She had neglected to associate justice with it thenāthe inexorable rule of fairness under which every player of the game must bow. She brought it into use now, felt the spirit of it, saw the dire tragedy that its perversion portended, groaned, and covered her face with her hands.
She looked around after a while. She saw Judge Lindman walking across the street toward the Castle, supported by two other men. A third followed; she did not know him, but Corrigan would have recognized him as the hotel clerk who had grown confidential upon a certain day. The girl heard his voice as he followed after the Judge and the othersāraucous, vindictive:
āWe need men like Trevison in this town. We can get along without any Corrigans.ā
She heard a voice behind her and she turned, swiftly, to see Hester Harvey walking toward her. She would have avoided the meeting, but she saw that Hester was intent on speaking and she drew herself erect, bowing to her with cold courtesy as the woman stopped within a step of her and smiled.
āYou look ready to flop into hysterics, dearie! Wonāt you come over to my room with me and have something to brace you up? A cup of tea?ā she added with a laugh as Rosalind looked quickly at her. She did not seem to notice the stiffening of the girlās body, but linked her arm within her own and began to walk across the street. The girl was racked with emotion over the excitement of the morning, the dread of impending violence, and half frantic with anxiety over Trevisonās safety. Hesterās offense against her seemed vague and far, and very insignificant, relatively. She yearned to exchange confidences with somebodyāanybody, and this woman, even though she were what she thought her, had a capacity for feeling, for sympathy. And she was very, very tired of it all.
āIt was fierce, wasnāt it?ā said Hester a few minutes later in the privacy of her room, as she balanced her cup and watched Rosalind as the girl ate, hungrily. āThese sagebrush rough-necks out here will make Corrigan hump himself to keep out of their way. But he deserves it, the crook!ā
The girl looked curiously at the other, trying hard to reconcile the vindictiveness of these words and the womanās previous action in giving damaging testimony against Corrigan, with the significant fact that Corrigan had been in her room the night before, presumably as a guest. Hester caught the look and laughed. āYes, dearie, he deserves it. How much do you know of what has been going on here?ā
āVery little, I am afraid.ā
āLess than that, I suspect. I happen to know considerable, and I am going to tell you about it. My trip out here has been a sort of a wild-goose chase. I thought I wanted Trevison, but Iāve discovered Iām not badly hurt by his refusal to resume our old relations.ā
The girl gasped and almost dropped her cup, setting it down slowly afterward and staring at her hostess with doubting, fearing, incredulous eyes.
āYes, dearie,ā laughed the other, with a trace of embarrassment; āyou can trust your ears on that statement. To make certain, Iāll repeat it: I am not very badly hurt by his refusal to resume our old relations. Do you know what that means? It means that he turned me down cold, dearie.ā
āDo you meanāā began the girl, gripping the table edge.
āI mean that I lied to you. The night I went over to Trevisonās ranch he told me plainly that he didnāt like me one teenie, weenie bit any more. He wouldnāt kiss me, shake my hand, or welcome me in any way. He told me heād got over it, the same as heād got over his measles daysāheād outgrown it and was going to throw himself at the feet of another goddess. Oh, yes, he meant you!ā she laughed, her voice a little too high, perhaps, with an odd note of bitterness in it. āThen, determined to blot my rival out, I lied about you. I told him that you loved Corrigan and that you were in the game to rob him of his land. Oh, I blackened you, dearie! It hurt him, too. For when a man like Trevison loves a womanāā
āHow could you!ā said the girl, shuddering.
āPlease donāt get dramatic,ā jeered the other. āThe rules that govern the love game are very elasticāfor some women. I played it strong, but there was no chance for me from the beginning. Trevison thinks you are Corriganās trump card in this game. It is a game, isnāt it. But he loves you in spite of it all. He told me heād go to the gallows for you. Arenāt men the sillies! But just the same, dearie, we women like to hear them murmur those little heroic things, donāt we? It was on the night I told him youād told Corrigan about the dynamiting.ā
āOh!ā said the girl.
āThat was my high card,ā laughed the woman, harshly. āHe took it and derided me. I decided right then that I wouldnāt play any more.ā
āThen he didnāt send for you?ā
āCorrigan did that, dearie.ā
āYouāyou knew Corrigan beforeābefore you came here?ā
āYou can guess intelligently, canāt you?ā
āCorrigan planned it all?ā
āAll.ā Hester watched as the girl bowed her head and sobbed convulsively.
āWhat a brazen, crafty and unprincipled thing Trevison must think me!ā
Hester reached out a hand and laid it on the girlās. āIāthere was a time when I would have done murder to have him think of me as he thinks of you, dearie. He isnāt for me, though, and I canāt spoil any womanās happiness. Thereās little enoughābut Iām not going to philosophize. I was going away without telling you this. I donāt know why I am telling it now. I always was a little soft. But if you hadnāt spoken as you did a while ago in that crowdātaking Trevisonās endāIāI think youād never have known. Somehow, it seemed you deserved him, dearie. And I couldnāt bear toāto think of him facing any more disappointment. Heāhe took it soāā
The girl looked up, to see the womanās eyes filling with a luminous mist. A quick conception of what this all meant to the woman thrilled the girl. She got up and walked to the womanās side. āIām so sorry, Hester,ā she said as her arms stole around the otherās neck.
She went out a little later, into the glaring, shimmering sunlight of the morning, her cheeks red, her eyes aglow, her heart racing wildly, to see an engine and a luxurious private car just pulling from the main track to a switch.
āOh,ā she whispered, joyously; āitās fatherās!ā
And she ran toward it, tingling with a new-found hope.
In her room at the Castle sat a woman who was finding the world very empty. It held nothing for her except the sad consolation of repentance.
āThe boss is sure a she-wolf at playinā a lone hand,ā growled Barkwell, shortly after dusk, to Jud Weaver, the straw boss. āSeems he thinks his friends is delicate ornaments which any use would bust to smithereens. Hereās his outfit layinā around, bitinā their finger nails with ongwee anā pininā away to slivers yearninā to get into the big meal-lee, anā him racinā anā tearinā around the country fightinā it out by his lonesome. I call it rank selfishness!ā
āHe sure ought to have give us a chancst to claw the hair outen that damned Corrigan feller!ā complained Weaver. āIn some ways, though, Iām sorta glad the damned mine was blew up. āFirebrandā would have sure got a-hold of her some day, anā then weād be clawinā at the bowels of the earth instid of galivantinā around on our cayuses like gentlemen. I reckon things is all for the best.ā
The two had come in from the river range ostensibly to confer with Trevison regarding their work, but in reality to satisfy their curiosity over Trevisonās movements. There was a deep current of concern for him under their accusations.
They had found the ranchhouse dark and deserted. But the office door was open and they had entered, prepared supper, ate with a more than ordinary mingling of conversation with their food, and not lighting the lamps had gone out on the gallery for a smoke.
āHe aināt done any sleepinā to amount to much in the last forty-eight hours, to my knowinā,ā remarked Barkwell; āunless heās done his sleepinā on the runāanā that aināt in no ways a comfortable way. Heās sure to be driftinā in here, soon.ā
āThis here countryās goinā to hell, certain!ā declared Weaver, after an hour of silence. āSheās gettinā too eastern anā flighty. Railroads anā dams anā hotels with bath tubs for every six or seven rooms, anā resterawnts with filleedegree palms anā leather chairs anā slick eats is eatinā the gizzard outen her. Railroads is all right in their placeāwhich is where folks
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