There are a hundred places within
fifty miles where he might be hidden away for years. That is the job
which was given to Beaton; he had the dirty work to perform, while the
girl took care of John. I do not know how he did it--knockout drops,
possibly, in a glass of beer; the blow of a fist on a train-platform at
night; a ride into the desert to look at some thing of interest--there
are plenty of ways in which it could be quietly done by a man of Mr.
Beaton's expert experience."
"Yes, but he does not know this country--if it was only New York now."
"But Bill Lacy does, and these fellows are well acquainted--friends
apparently. Lacy and I are at daggers-points over a mining claim, and he
believes my only chance is through the use of money advanced by Fred
Cavendish. He'd ride through hell to lick me. Why, look here, Miss
Donovan, when Bill Lacy had me stuck up against the wall last night at
the hotel with a gun at my head, he lost his temper and began to taunt me
about not getting any reply from my telegrams and letters. How did he
know about them? Beaton must have told him.
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