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"Just a moment, gentlemen. I think I know a way to settle this without bloodshed." Jack Goodheart looked first at the ex-Confederate, then at the foreman. He was still whirling as if from absent-minded habit the loop of his reata.
"We're here to listen, Jack. That would suit me down to the ground,"
answered Wrayburn.
The loop of the lariat snaked forward, whistled through the air, dropped over the head of Yankie, and tightened around his neck. A shot went wildly into the air as the rifle was jerked out of the hands of its owner, who came to the earth with sprawling arms. Goodheart ran forward swiftly, made a dozen expert pa.s.ses with his fingers, and rose without a word.
Yankie had been hog-tied by the champion roper of the Southwest.
Chapter XV
Lee Plays a Leading Role
A man on horseback clattered up the street and drew up at the Snaith house. He was a sandy-complexioned man with a furtive-eyed, apologetic manner. Miss Bertie Lee recognized him as one of the company riders named Dumont.
"Is yore paw home, Miss Lee?" he asked breathlessly.
"Some one to see you, dad," called the girl over her shoulder.
Wallace Snaith sauntered out to the porch. "'Lo, Dumont!"
"I claim that hundred dollars reward. I done found 'em, Mr. Snaith."
Lee, about to enter the house, stopped in her tracks.
"Where?" demanded the cattleman jubilantly.
"Down the river--hid in a dugout they done built. I'll take you-all there."
"I knew they couldn't be far away when that first hawss came in all blood-stained. Hustle up four or five of the boys, Dumont. Get 'em here on the jump." In the face of the big drover could be read a grim elation.
His daughter confronted him. "What are you going to do, dad?"
"None o' yore business, Lee. You ain't in this," he answered promptly.
"You're going out to kill those men," she charged, white to the lips.
"They'll git a trial if they surrender peaceable."
"What kind of a trial?" she asked scornfully. "They know better than to surrender. They'll fight."
"That'll suit me too."
"Don't, dad. Don't do it," the girl begged. "They're game men. They fought fair. I've made inquiries. You mustn't kill them like wolves."
"Mustn't I?" he said stubbornly. "I reckon that's just what I'm goin' to do. I'll learn Homer Webb to send his bad men to Los Portales lookin'
for trouble. He can't kill my riders an' get away with it."
"You know he didn't do that. This boy--Clanton, if that's his name--had a feud with the Roush family. One of them betrayed his sister. Far as I can find out these Roush brothers were the sc.u.m of the earth," Her bosom rose and fell fast with excitement.
"Howcome you to know so much about it, girl? Not that it makes any difference. They may have been h.e.l.lhounds, but they were my riders. These gunmen went into my own place an' shot 'em down. They picked the fight.
There's no manner o' doubt about that."
"They didn't do it on your account. I tell you there was an old feud."
"Webb thinks he's got the world by the tail for a downhill pull. I'll show him."
"Dad, you're starting war. Don't you see that? If you shoot these men he'll get back by killing some of yours. And so it will go on."
"I reckon. But I'm not startin' the war. He did that. It was the boldest piece of cheek I ever heard tell of--those two gunmen goin' into Tolleson's and shootin' up my riders. They got to pay the price."
Lee cried out in pa.s.sionate protest. "It'll be just plain murder, dad.
That's all."
"What's got into you, girl?" he demanded, seizing her by the arms. The chill of anger and suspicion filmed his light-blue eyes. "I won't stand for this kind of talk. You go right into the house an' 'tend to yore own knittin'. I've heard about enough from you."
He swung her round by the shoulders and gave a push.
Lee did not go to her room and fling herself upon the bed in an impotent storm of tears. She stood thinking, her little fists clenched and her eyes flashing. Civilization has trained women to feebleness of purpose, but this girl stood outside of conventional viewpoints. It was her habit to move directly to the thing she wanted. Her decision was swift, the action following upon it immediate.
She lifted her rifle down from the deer-horn rack where it rested and buckled the ammunition belt around her waist. Swiftly she ran to the corral, roped her bronco, saddled it, and cinched. As she galloped away she saw her father striding toward the stable. His shout reached her, but she did not wait to hear what he wanted.
The hoofs of her pony drummed down the street. She flew across the desert and struck the river just below town. The quirt attached to her wrist rose and fell. She made no allowance for prairie-dog holes, but went at racing speed through the rabbit weed and over the slippery salt-gra.s.s b.u.mps.
In front of the cave she jerked the horse to a halt.
"h.e.l.lo, in there!"
The tumble weeds moved and the head of Prince appeared. He pushed the brush aside and came out.
"Buenos tardes, senorita. Didn't know you were comin' back again to-day."
"You've been seen," she told him hurriedly as she dismounted. "Dad's gathering his men. He means to make you trouble."
Billie looked away in the direction of the town. A mile or more away he saw a cloud of dust. It was moving toward them.
"I see he does," he answered quietly.
"Quick! Get your friend out. Take my horse."
He shook his head slowly. "No use. They would see us an' run us down.
We'll make a stand here."
"But you can't do that. They'll surround you. They'll send for more men if they need 'em."
"Likely. But Jim couldn't stand such a ride even if there was a chance--and there isn't, not with yore horse carryin' double. We'll hold the fort, Miss Lee, while you make yore get-away into the hills.