I'm thinking that the time
is drawing near. There's no room for scabby sheep in our pen.
But if you keep company with a disloyal man, we might think that
you were disloyal, too. See?"
"There's no chance of my keeping company with him; for I dislike
the man," McMurdo answered. "As to being disloyal, if it was any
man but you he would not use the word to me twice."
"Well, that's enough," said McGinty, draining off his glass. "I
came down to give you a word in season, and you've had it."
"I'd like to know," said McMurdo, "how you ever came to learn
that I had spoken with Morris at all?"
McGinty laughed. "It's my business to know what goes on in this
township," said he. "I guess you'd best reckon on my hearing all
that passes. Well, time's up, and I'll just say--"
But his leavetaking was cut short in a very unexpected fashion.
With a sudden crash the door flew open, and three frowning,
intent faces glared in at them from under the peaks of police
caps. McMurdo sprang to his feet and half drew his revolver; but
his arm stopped midway as he became conscious that two Winchester
rifles were levelled at his head.
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