He
believed that Galloway's whole scheme was to smuggle a lot of arms and
ammunition south and across the border, selling to the Mexicans. But
from what little he could tell Chavez and from what we found out for
ourselves, the whole play became pretty obvious. No, Galloway hasn't
been talking and he has been playing as safe as a man can upon such
business as this. His luck was against him, that's all, when the
Indian died and insisted on being rung out by the San Juan bells.
There's always that little element of chance in any business,
legitimate or otherwise. . . . And now, if you'll finish your
breakfast I'll show you a view you'll never forget and then we'll hit
the trail."
"But, Mr. Lane," she asked, "you don't intend to leave him here all
alone? He will get well with the proper attention; but be must have
that."
"Within another hour or so," Norton told her, "Tom Cutter will be back
with one of Brocky's cowboys. They'll move Lane into a canon on the
other side of the mountain. Oh, I know he oughtn't to be moved, but
what else can we do? Besides, Brocky insists on it. Then they'll
arrange to take care of him; if necessary you'll come out again
to-morrow night?"
"Of course," she said. She went to Brocky and held out her hand to
him. "I understand now, I think, why you would refuse to die, no
matter how badly you were hurt, until you had helped Mr.
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