That
whelp would resk his salvation to get even with you."
"I know it," said Westerfelt, putting the revolver into his pocket;
"but he'll not try it to-night."
"No, I think he's gone fer good," said Longfield. "I guess he'll make
fer Texas."
At a point where two roads crossed a few yards ahead of them,
Westerfelt parted with the three men. They went back up the mountain,
and he rode slowly homeward.
When he was in sight of the stable, he saw Washburn coming towards him
on horseback.
"Hello! Did they hurt you, Mr. Westerfelt?" he asked.
"They never touched me."
"My Lord! how was that?"
"I told them I had nothing to do with the arrest; three of them were
old friends of my father's, and they believed me. Did you find
her--did you find Miss Harriet?"
"Yes; I couldn't make out what you meant 'bout the account-book at
first, but I went over to the shop as soon as you all left. She wus
lyin' thar on the ground in a dead faint. It took hard work to bring
her to."
"You took her home?"
"Not right away; I couldn't do a thing with 'er. She acted like a
crazy woman.
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