"A
right mean sort of mistake 'pears ter hev took place--but hit war one I
couldn't help without I defied ther law."
"How's thet?" demanded Halloway shortly, and his informant went on.
"When thet message come from ther town marshal at Coal City, he warned
us 'Violent man--take no chances.' Thet's why we fell on ye so severe
an' tied ye up so tight."
"Wa'al," Halloway was schooling his demeanor warily into the middle
course between a too ready forgiveness and a too bellicose resentment,
"wa'al what air ye cravin' my pardon fer, then?"
"We've done heered ergin from Coal City--an' ther town marshal says
thet hit war all a fool mistake--thar hain't no sufficient grounds ter
hold ye on. He bids me set ye free forthwith."
"Go on, then, and do hit. I've done hed a belly-full of settin' here
strapped ter this cheer."
But the operator hesitated.
"Afore I turns ye loose, I'd like ter feel plum sartin thet ye hain't
holdin' no grudge."
Halloway knew that, should he seem easily placated, he would not be
believed, so he spoke with a voice of stern yet just determination.
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