"
"It's like something out of a book," said the sheriff slowly. "It's
like some damned horror story."
"The minute you get the reply to that telegram swear in forty deputies
and announce that they's a price on Barry's head. So long, Gus. This
little play'll make the boys figger you're the most efficient sheriff
that never pulled a gun."
He turned his horse, laughing loudly, and the sheriff, with that
laughter in his ears, rode back towards his hotel with a downward
head.
* * * * *
All day at the Daniels's house the fever grew perceptibly, and that
night the family held a long consultation.
"They's got to be somethin' done," said Buck. "I'm goin' to ride into
town tomorrow an' get ahold of Doc Geary."
"There ain't no use of gettin' that fraud Geary," said Mrs. Daniels
scornfully. "I think that if the boy c'n be saved I c'n do it as well
as that doctor. But there ain't no doctor c'n help him. The trouble
with Dan ain't his wound--it's his mind that's keepin' him low."
"His mind?" queried old Sam.
"Listen to him now. What's all that talkin' about Delilah?"
"If it ain't Delilah it's Kate," said Buck. "Always one of the two
he's talkin' about.
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