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"Let 'em come," cried Galloway loudly, a heavy hand smiting a table top
so that a glass jumped and fell breaking to the floor. "Only," and he
sent his voice booming out warningly, "any man who chips in unasked and
starts trouble in my house can take what's coming to him."
So then Vidal had just arrived, it had been his sudden entrance which
had invoked the silence in the barroom. Norton merely shrugged; there
had been a chance of taking Vidal alone, intercepting him. But that
chance had not been one to wait for; now it was past, negligible, not
to be regretted. At last he knew where Vidal Nunez was and it was his
business to make an arrest and not to wait upon further chance. The
man who is not ready to go into a crowd to get his law-breaker is not
the man to stand for sheriff in the southwest country.
"Coming, Galloway!" Norton's ringing shout came back in answer.
Suddenly the steady pulse of his blood had been stirred, the hot hope
stood high in his heart again that he and Jim Galloway were going to
look into each other's eyes with guns talking and an end of a long
devious trail in sight. For the moment he half forgot Vidal Nunez whom
he could fancy cowering in a corner.
Then when he knew that every man in the Casa Blanca had turned sharply
at his voice he ran from the window to the street, turned the corner of
the building and in at the wide front doorway.
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