The Texan - A Story of the Cattle Country by James B. Hendryx
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"Maybe a drink of water would help them lacerated pipes of yourn," he
suggested, "an' besides it's dark enough so you can start supper a-goin'." "But," said Endicott, "won't that get the boys all into serious trouble for aiding and abetting a prisoner to escape? Accessories after the fact, is what the law calls them." "Oh Lord," groaned the Texan inwardly. "If I can steer through all this without ridin' into my own loop, I'll be some liar. This on top of what I told 'em in Wolf River, an' since, an' about Purdy's funeral--I dastn't bog down, now!" "No," he answered, as he lighted another cigarette. "There comes in your politics again. You see, there was twenty-some-odd of us--an' none friendless. Take twenty-odd votes an' multiply 'em by the number of friends each has got--an' I reckon ten head of friends apiece wouldn't overshoot the figure--an' you've got between two hundred an' three hundred votes--which is a winnin' majority for any candidate among 'em. Knowin' this, they wink at the jail delivery an' cinch those votes. But, as I said before, hangin' is always a popular measure, an' as they want credit for yourn, they start all the deputies they got out on a still-hunt for you, judgin' it not to be hard to find a pilgrim wanderin' about at large. An' this party I met up with was one of 'em." "Did he suspect that we were with you?" asked Alice, her voice trembling with anxiety. "Such was the case--his intimation bein' audible, and venomous. I |
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