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Cullum, Ridgwell, [pseud.], 1867-1943

"The Forfeit"

They
mean to kill you. Who's the boy who brought in word?"
"A new 'hand' we've taken on to replace the boy who was shot up two
days back."
"One of the gang."
The woman spoke with a decision she did not realize. But her belief
had become conviction. No shadow of doubt remained.
Jeff gazed thoughtfully down at the note. When he raised his eyes his
regard had undergone a shadow of change.
There was less coldness in them. He shrugged.
"Guess we'll leave that at present. Why all this now?"
"Because your life's in danger. That's how I figure."
There was a deep note of urgency in the woman's voice. Her eyes were
alight with a sudden, unmistakable emotion. But even if the man
realized these things he ignored them.
"My life?" There was something cruelly biting in the reflection. "And
all this time you knew--Sikkem. You knew we were being raided."
"I----" Elvine broke off.
She had no reply. There could be no reply. Why, she wondered in
sudden horror, had she not told of this thing before?
She stood with downcast eyes before the accusing glance of the man.


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