Baumberger was real
put out about it."
"Oh, of course!" Miss Georgie went to the window to make sure of
the gentleman's whereabouts. He was still sitting upon the store
porch, and he was just in the act of lifting a tall, glass mug of
beer to his gross mouth when she looked over at him. "Pig!" she
gritted under her breath. "It's a pity he doesn't drink himself
to death." She turned and faced Peaceful anxiously.
"You spoke a while ago as if you didn't trust him implicitly,"
she said. "I firmly believe he hired those eight men to file on
your land. I believe he also hired Saunders to watch Grant, for
some reason--perhaps because Grant has shown his hostility from
the first. Did you know Saunders--or someone--has been shooting
at Grant from the top of the bluff for--well, ever since you
left? The last shot clipped his hat-brim. Then Saunders was
shot--or shot himself, according to the inquest--and there has
been no more rifle practice with Grant for the target.
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