You understand that? She
's going with me, and you are going to help us, and you are going to do
your part without asking any more fool questions."
"What is it you want?"
"Your horse, and the pony Mercedes was riding."
Hicks uttered a rasping oath, that seemed to catch, growling, in his
lean throat.
"But, see yere, Winston," he protested warmly. "Just look at the shape
your goin' now will leave us in yere at the 'Little Yankee.' We need
yer testimony, an' need it bad."
Winston struck his hand against the log, as slight vent to his feelings.
"Hicks, I never supposed you were a fool. You know better than that,
if you will only stop and think. This claim matter is settled already.
The whole trouble originated with Farnham, and he is dead. Tomorrow
you 'll bury him. The sheriff is here, and he's already beginning to
understand this affair. He stands to help you. Now, all you 've got
to do is to swear out warrants for Farnham's partners, and show up in
evidence that tunnel running along your lead.
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