And when you insulted him I thought you were _horrid_! And I
thought he was so noble when he refrained from shooting you."
"No. He wasn't noble, none noticeable--Purdy wasn't. An' as for me
tellin' you about him--answer me square: Would you have believed me?"
The girl's eyes fell before his steady gaze.
"No," she faltered, "I wouldn't. But isn't there something we can do?
Some way out of this awful mess?"
The Texan's eyes flashed a glint of daring. He was thinking rapidly.
Endicott moved his horse closer to the cowboy. "Can't you manage to
get _her_ away--onto a train some place so she can avoid the annoyance
of having to testify at the trial, and submit to the insulting remarks
of your sheriff?"
The girl interrupted him: "Winthrop Adams Endicott, if you dare to even
think _such_ a thing--I'll never speak to you again! Indeed he _won't_
take me away or put me on any train! I got you into this, and I won't
budge one inch until you get out of it. What do I care for a little
annoyance--and as for the sheriff, I'll say 'boo' at him in the dark
and he'll die."
There was a gleam of approval in the eyes of the Texan as his lips
twisted into their peculiar cynical smile. "Spunky little devil," he
thought to himself. "There's a chance to pull a play here somewhere
that'll make me solid with her all right.
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