The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-08-18

She did not reply for she was loo king
down the street. and presently h started
as she gazed. She laid a hand suddenly on
Foyle's arm.
-See-he's come" she said In q whisper.
and as though not realizing Goatry's pres
ence. Hes come"
Goatry looked as well as Foyis. sHal-
beck-the DEVIL" he said. o..
Foyle turned to him.
Stand by. Goatry. I want you TO keep
a shut mouth. I've work to do
Goatry held out his hand. 'I'm with
you. II you get him this time clamp him.
clamp him like a tooth in a harrow"
Halbeck had stopped his horse at the post
Office door. He dismounted. looked quickly
around. then drew the reins over the horses
head. letting them trail, as is the custom
Of the West.
Anew swift words passed between Goatry
and Foyle.
"In do this myself, Jo,' he whispered
to the girl presently. G. into another
room. I'll bring him here"
In another minute Goatry was leading
the horse away from the post Office while
Foyle stool waiting quietly at the door
The departing footsteps OF the horse
brought Halbeck swiftly to the door with a
letter in his hand.
Hi. there, you damned sucker!" he
called. and then saw Foyle waiting.
What the hell" he said ~fiercely, his
hand on something in his hip pocket.
Keep quiet, Dorl. | want to have a
little talk with you. Take your hand away
from that gun-take it away" he added
with n meaning not to be misunderstood.
Halbeck knew that one shout would
have the town on him and he did not know
what card his brother vas going to play.
He let his arm drop to his side.
What's your gamer What do you
want?" he asked surlily.
Come over to the Happy Land Foyle
answered, and in the light Of what was
in his mind his words had a grim irony.
With a snarl Halbeck stepped out. Goatry,
who had handed the horse over to the
hostler, watched them coming.
why did l never notice the likeness
before?" he said. But, gosh! what a differ
enoe in the men. Foyle's going TO double
cinch him this time. l guess"
He followed them inside the hall OF the
Happy Land. When they stepped into
the sitting room he waited at the door.
The hotel was entirely empty, the roys-
gCiOIb ~ NV tAoito u
on the idlers and spectators. The barman
was moving about in the back yard in
speeding a horse.
There was a cheerful warmth every
where, the air was like an elixir, the pungent
smell of a pine tree at the door gave a kind
Of medicament to the indrawn breath.
And to Billy Goat. who sometimes sang
l. - .L-.- - -l,-ak - k,ol-~l u.:Izu
away-for people agreed to forget his occa-
sional sprees-there came, he knew not why.
the words Of a hymn he had Jung only the
preceding Sunday:
As pants the hart for coolin e streams
When heated in the chase
The words kept ringing in his ears IA
he listened to the conversation inside the
room-the partition was thin, the door
thinner, and he heard much. Foyle had
asked him not TO intervene, but only to stand
by and await the issue OF this final con-
ference.
He meant. however, to a a hand in
il he thought ne was needed, and he kept
his ear glued to the door II he thought
Foyle needed him-his fingers were on the
handle of the door.
Now. hurry up! What do you want
with me?" asked Halbeck OF his brother.
Take your time" said ex-Sergt. Foyle
as he drew the blind three-quarters down,
80 that they could not be seen from the
street.
I'm in a hurry, I tell you. I've got
my plans. I'm going south. I've only
Just time TO catch the Canadian Pacific
three days from now, riding hard
You're not going south. Dorl.'
Il -. ~
ing reply.
what the DEVILS all this?" You don't
mean you're trying TO arrest me again
after letting me go2"
-You don't need to ask. You're my
prisoner. You're my prisoner" he said in
a louder voice-"until you free yourself
"Ill do that damn quick them" said the
other. his hand flying to his hip.
-Sit down. was the sharp rejoinder. and
a pistol was in his face before he could
draw his own weapon.
Put your gun on the table, Foyle said
quietly.
Halbeck did so. There was no other way.
Foyle drew IL over TO himself. His brother
made a motion to rise.
Sit still, Dorl!" came the warning voice.
White witt ~age tho freebooter sat still.
his ~dissipated face and heavy angry lips
looking like a debauched and villainous
caricature OF his brother before him.
Yes, l suppose you'd have potted me.
Dorl." said the ex-sergeant. You'd have
thought no more of doing that than you did
Of killing Linley. the ranchman; han you
did Of trying to ruin 10 Byndon. your wife's
sister. when she was 10 years old. when she
was caring for your child giving her life
for the child you brought into the world"
What in the name Of hell it's a lie.'
Don't buster. know the TRUTH"
who told you-the TRUTH"
-She did to-day An hour ago
she hcre out here There was a now
cowe1 note in the voice.