"
"Judas betrayed his--Master and Friend. Are these people your friends?
Is Lightfoot your master?"
"Heavens! What d'you take me for--a rustler?"
"Then quit your crazy talk of Judas. Your duty's plumb clear. Your
duty's to hand these folks, these bandits, into our hands. The money's
a matter of--choice. I'll just hand my man a word or two, and we'll
get back Orrville way."
* * * * * *
It was past midnight when Bob took up a position squatting on the sill
of his own doorway. Standing close behind him, leaning against the
rough casing, Effie looked down upon his huddled figure. Her eyes were
alight with a power of suppressed excitement. The blood was surging
through her young veins, and every nerve was tense with the strain of
waiting, of anticipation.
But her emotions were by no means shared by her husband. For all her
beauty and woman's charm she was different, utterly different from him.
She had been brought up to the understanding that she would have to
make her own way in the world.
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