Beth Norvell
Page 154"The little Mexican girl was killed. We have brought her body here."
"Good God!"
"And we 've also got a prisoner, sheriff. It 's that same Jack Burke
you arrested me for killing. He seems very much alive."
There was a rustling back in the darkness, as if the man within was
endeavoring to draw his body into a sitting posture. Then he swore
savagely, pounding his fist into the side of the bunk, as though
seeking thus to relieve his feelings.
"Burke!" he fairly exploded at last, his anger appearing to stifle
could git out o' yere. That damn Farnham swore out that warrant down
in San Juan, ther blame, ornery cur. It was a low-down, measly trick,
an' he actually had the nerve ter use me ter play out his game fer him.
Lord! if ever I git my hand on him I 'll shut down hard."
No one answered him, the thought of all recurring reverently to the
motionless, silent dead without. Bareheaded, the two men, groping
through the darkness, bore Mercedes within in all tenderness, and
placed the slender form upon the bed, covering it with the single
darkness veiling the mist of tears dimming his old eyes and the
trembling of his lips as he sought, for the first time in years, to
pray. But Winston turned instantly and walked over toward Hayes, his
heart already filled with fresh anxiety.
"Where did she go, do you know?"
"Who? the young actress woman? I could n't see exactly, only she went
outside. I thought I heard voices talkin' out thar later on, over
beyond toward the window, but maybe I imagined it. Darn this ol' head
wheels."
The engineer, his face white with determination, strode to the door.
Beyond doubt it was Biff Farnham whose voice Brown had recognized,
commanding his men to fire; it was Farnham who had disappeared in the
direction of the "Little Yankee" shaft-house. What fresh deviltry was
the desperate gambler engaged upon? What other tragedy was impending
out there in the black night?