He's the root
of the outlaw power. We may kill a hundred men, but till he's gone
we've only mowed the weeds, not pulled them. But what's the use of
talking? One second will tell the tale when I stand face to face with
Jim Silent and we go for our six-guns. And somewhere between that
rising sun and those mountains I'll find Jim Silent and the end of
things for one of us."
He started his cattle-pony into a sudden gallop, and they drove on
into the bright morning.
CHAPTER XVIII
CAIN
Hardly a score of miles away, Jim Silent and his six companions topped
a hill. He raised his hand and the others drew rein beside him. Kate
Cumberland shifted her weight a little to one side of the saddle to
rest and looked down from the crest on the sweep of country below. A
mile away the railroad made a streak of silver light across the brown
range and directly before them stood the squat station-house with
red-tiled roof. Just before the house, a slightly broader streak of
that gleaming light showed the position of the siding rails. She
turned her head towards the outlaws. They were listening to the final
directions of their chief, and the darkly intent faces told their own
story.
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