'Firebrand' Trevison by Charles Alden Seltzer (ebook reader for manga .TXT) đ
But Miss Benham had caught her first glimpse of Manti and the surrounding country from a window of her berth in the car that morning just at dawn, and she loved it. She had lain for some time cuddled up in her bed, watching the sun rise over the distant mountains, and the breath of the sage, sweeping into the half-opened window, had carried with it something stronger--the lure of a virgin country.
Aunt Agatha Benham, chaperon, forty--maiden lady from choice--various uncharitable persons hinted humorously of pursued eligibles--found Rosalind gazing ecstatically out of the berth window when she stirred and awoke shortly after nine. Agatha climbed out of her berth and sat on its edge, yawning sleepily.
"This is Manti, I suppose," she said acridly, shov
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âThey got the Judge, âBrandââthey run him off, with my cayuse!â
âWho got him?â
âI ainât reckoninâ to know. Some of Corriganâs scum, most likelyâI didnât see âem close.â
âHow long ago?â
âNot a hell of a while. Mebbe fifteen or twenty minutes. I been missinâ a lot of time, I reckon. Canât have been long, though.â
âWhich way did they go?â
âOff towards Manti. Two of âem took him. The rest is layinâ low somewhere, most likely. Watch out they donât get you! I ainât seen âem run off, yet!â
âHow did it happen?â
âI ainât got it clear in my head, yet. Just happened, I reckon. The Judge was settinâ on the ledge just in front of the dobie house you had him in. I was moseyinâ along the edge, tryinâ to figger out what a light in the sky off towards Manti meant. I couldnât figger it outâwhat in hell was it, anyway?â
âThe courthouse burnedâmaybe the bank.â
Levins chuckled. âYou got the record, then.â
âYes.â
âAnâ Iâve lost the Judge! Ainât I a box-head, though!â
âThatâs all right. Go ahead. What happened?â
âI was moseyin along the ledge. Just when I got to the slope where we come upâpassinâ itâI seen a bunch of guys, on horses, coming out of the shadow of an angle, down there. I hadnât seen âem before. I knowed somethinâ was up anâ I turned, to light out for shelter. Anâ just then one of âem burns me in the backâwith a rifle bullet. It couldnât have been no six, from that distance. It took the starch out of me, anâ I caved, I reckon, for a little while. When I woke up the Judge was gone. The moon had just come up anâ I seen him ridinâ away on my cayuse, between two other guys. I reckon I must have gone off again, when you shook me.â He laughed, weakly. âWhat gets me, is where them other guys went, after the two sloped with the Judge. If theyâd have been hanginâ around theyâd sure have got you, cominâ up here, wouldnât they?â
Trevisonâs answer was a hoarse exclamation. He swung Levins up and bore him into one of the communal houses, whose opening faced away from the plains and the activity. Then he ran to where he had left Nigger, leading the animal back into the zig-zag passages, pulling his rifle out of the saddle holster and stationing himself in the shadow of the house in which he had taken Levins.
âTheyâve come back, eh?â the wounded manâs voice floated out to him.
âYesâfive or six of them. Noâeight! Theyâve got sharp eyes, too!â he added stepping back as a rifle bullet droned over his head, chipping a chunk of adobe from the roof of the box in whose shelter he stood.
Sullenly, Corrigan had returned to Manti with the deputies that had accompanied him to the Bar B. He had half expected to find Trevison at the ranchhouse, for he had watched him when he had ridden away and he seemed to have been headed in that direction. Jealousy dwelt darkly in the big manâs heart, and he had found his reason for the suspicion there. He thought he knew truth when he saw it, and he would have sworn that truth shone from Rosalind Benhamâs eyes when she had told him that she had not seen Trevison pass that way. He had not known that what he took for the truth was the cleverest bit of acting the girl had ever been called upon to do. He had decided that Trevison had swung off the Bar B trail somewhere between Manti and the ranchhouse, and he led his deputies back to town, content to permit his men to continue the search for Trevison, for he was convinced that the latterâs visit to the courthouse had resulted in disappointment, for he had faith in Judge Lindmanâs declaration that he had destroyed the record. He had accused himself many times for his lack of caution in not being present when the record had been destroyed, but regrets had become impotent and futile.
Reaching Manti, he dispersed his deputies and sought his bed in the Castle. He had not been in bed more than an hour when an attendant of the hotel called to him through the door that a man named Gieger wanted to talk with him, below. He dressed and went down to the street, to find Gieger and another deputy sitting on their horses in front of the hotel with Judge Lindman, drooping from his long vigil, between them.
Corrigan grinned scornfully at the Judge.
âClever, eh?â he sneered. He spoke softly, for the dawn was not far away, and he knew that a voice carries resonantly at that hour.
âI donât understand you!â Judicial dignity sat sadly on the Judge; he was tired and haggard, and his voice was a weak treble. âIf you meanââ
âIâll show you what I mean.â Corrigan motioned to the deputies. âBring him along!â Leading the way he took them through Mantiâs back door across a railroad spur to a shanty beside the track which the engineer in charge of the dam occasionally occupied when his duty compelled him to check up arriving material and supplies. Because plans and other valuable papers were sometimes left in the shed it was stoutly built, covered with corrugated iron, and the windows barred with iron, prison-like. Reaching the shed, Corrigan unlocked the door, shoved the Judge inside, closed the door on the Judgeâs indignant protests, questioned the deputies briefly, gave them orders and then re-entered the shed, closing the door behind him.
He towered over the Judge, who had sunk weakly to a bench. It was pitch dark in the shed, but Corrigan had seen the Judge drop on the bench and knew exactly where he was.
âI want the whole storyâwithout any reservations,â said Corrigan, hoarsely; âand I want it quickâas fast as you can talk!â
The Judge got up, resenting the otherâs tone. He had also a half-formed resolution to assert his independence, for he had received certain assurances from Trevison with regard to his past which had impressed himâand still impressed him.
âI refuse to be questioned by you, sirâespecially in this manner! I do not purpose to take furtherââ
The Judge felt Corriganâs fingers at his throat, and gasped with horror, throwing up his hands to ward them off, failed, and heard Corriganâs laugh as the fingers gripped his throat and held.
When the Judge came to, it was with an excruciatingly painful struggle that left him shrinking and nerveless, lying in a corner, blinking at the light of a kerosene lamp. Corrigan sat on the edge of a flat-topped desk watching him with an ugly, appraising, speculative grin. It was as though the man were mentally gambling on his chances to recover from the throttling.
âWell,â he said when the Judge at last struggled and sat up; âhow do you like it? Youâll get more if you donât talk fast and straight! Who wrote that letter, from Dry Bottom?â
Neither judicial dignity or resolutions of independence could resist the threatened danger of further violence that shone from Corriganâs eyes, and the Judge whispered gaspingly:
âTrevison.â
âI thought so! Now, be careful how you answer this. What did Trevison want in the courthouse?â
âThe original record of the land transfers.â
âDid he get it?â Corriganâs voice was dangerously even, and the Judge squirmed and coughed before he spoke the hesitating word that was an admission of his deception:
âI told himâwhereâit was.â
Paralyzed with fear, the Judge watched Corrigan slip off the desk and approach him. He got to his feet and raised his hands to shield his throat as the big man stopped in front of him.
âDonât, Corriganâdonât, for Godâs sake!â
âBah!â said the big man. He struck, venomously. An instant later he put out the light and stepped down into the gray dawn, locking the door of the shanty behind him and not looking back.
Rosalind Benham got up with the dawn and looked out of a window toward Manti. She had not slept. She stood at the window for some time and then returned to the bed and sat on its edge, staring thoughtfully downward. She could not get Trevison out of her mind. It seemed to her that a crisis had come and that it was imperative for her to reach a decisionâto pronounce judgment. She was trying to do this calmly; she was trying to keep sentiment from prejudicing her. She found it difficult when considering Trevison, but when she arrayed Hester Harvey against her longing for the man she found that her scorn helped her to achieve a mental balance that permitted her to think of him almost dispassionately. She became a mere onlooker, with a calm, clear vision. In this rĂŽle she weighed him. His deeds, his manner, his claims, she arrayed against Corrigan and his counter-claims and ambitions, and was surprised to discover that were she to be called upon to pass judgment on the basis of this surface evidence she would have decided in favor of Trevison. She had fought against that, for it was a tacit admission that her father was in some way connected with Corriganâs scheme, but she admitted it finally, with a pulse of repugnance, and when she placed Levinsâ story on the mental balance, with the knowledge that she had seen the record which seemed to prove the contention of fraud in the land transaction, the evidence favored Trevison overwhelmingly.
She got up and began to dress, her lips set with determination. Corrigan had held her off once with plausible explanations, but she would not permit him to do so again. She intended to place the matter before her father. Justice must be done. Before she had half finished dressing she heard a rustle and turned to see Agatha standing in the doorway connecting their rooms.
âWhat is it, dear?â
âI canât stand the suspense any longer, Aunty. There is something very wrong about that land business. I am going to telegraph to father about it.â
âI was going to ask you to do that, dear. It seems to me that that young Trevison is too much in earnest to be fighting for something that does not belong to him. If ever there was honesty in a manâs face it was in his face last night. I donât believe for a minute that your father is concerned in Corriganâs schemesâif there are schemes. But it wonât do any harm to learn what your father thinks about it. My dearââ she stepped to the girl and placed an arm around her waist ââlast night as I watched Trevison, he reminded me of aâa very dear friend that I once knew. I saw the wreck of my own romance, my dear. He was just such a man as Trevisonâreckless, impulsive, and impetuousâdare-devil who would not tolerate injustice or oppression. They wouldnât let me have him, my dear, and I never would have another man. He went away, joined the army, and was killed at the battle of Kenesaw Mountain. I have kept his memory fresh in my heart, and last night when I looked at Trevison it seemed to me that he must be the reincarnation of the only man I ever loved. There must be something terribly wrong to make him act the way he does, my dear. And he loves you.â
The girl bit her lips to repress the swelling emotions which clamored in wild response to this sympathetic understanding. She looked at Agatha, to see tears in her eyes, and she wheeled impulsively and threw her arms around the otherâs neck.
âOh, I know exactly how you feel, Aunty. Butââ she gulped ââhe doesnât love me.â
âI saw it in his eyes, my dear.â Agathaâs smile was
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