Arizona Round-Up — page 111: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 109 Haraway stared fixedly down at his feet. Bailey’s lips were thinned, his teeth bared in sheer helpless, nourderous fury. “So that’s about all there is to it, I guess,” Jed said. “That was my so-called part in the holdup. Evidence will show that Bing- ham actually was sick when he got in from the run about noon yesterday. He sent word to me to come to his cabin, where he’s still in bed. I had not seen the gambler Gardner up to that time. I had no way of knowing he was a gambler or had a large sum of money on his person. You might say in rebuttal that I could have got together with the boys and framed things last night after Bailey was supposed to have ordered the gambler Gardner out of town. I reply that I didn’t talk with Bailey at all. I haven't spoken to him for two days. I drove the stage to help a friend who was sick. My son swears he went along on the holdup only to make sure that nothing happened to me like what happened to the shotgun guard. I don’t say that I believe or don’t believe him. But when we started back and met a group of vigilante miners who had just driven a number of down and out cow- punchers from town, I sent one on ahead on a fast horse to break the news, I knew it meant my son’s death if these men were caught. After I arrived here my daughter begged me to go warn Lance to get out of town. I did so for her sake and because a good many other fathers would have done the same thing. I make no excuses for my actions.” “Then you admit in front of this court that you went to warn men you knew were cold-blooded murderers.and road agents—” “I do,” Haraway said with that same calmness he had dis- played all through the ordeal. “I went not as an accomplice but as a father warning his son. I was in the cabin when it was sur- rounded. I took no part in its defense. I didn’t fire a single shot at the vigilantes—” “That’s a lie!” Bud Bailey yelled furiously. “He was shootin’ all the time—” “Shut up,” cut in Lance Haraway. “He’s telling the truth. What about it, Sandy?” “That's right,” mumbled Sandy. “Jed sat on the floor and shaved. He'd told his son he was sorry about him being in on the holdup and said for him to go away and not come back.” Haraway stepped down from the stand. He had made a comicbooks.com