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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Coming of the Law + +Author: Charles Alden Seltzer + +Illustrator: R. W. Amick + +Release Date: March 5, 2010 [EBook #31512] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE COMING OF THE LAW *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='figcenter'> +<a id='link_i1'></a><img src='images/illus-fpc.jpg' alt='' /> +<p class='center caption'> +“What have you done with Hollis?” demanded Norton,<br />thrusting his big six-shooter against Ten Spot’s stomach.<br /><i>Page 165</i> <i>The Coming of the Law</i> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<p class='fs20 mb20'>THE COMING<br />OF THE LAW</p> + +<p class='fs12 mb20'>BY CHARLES ALDEN SELTZER</p> + +<p class='fs08'>Author of “The Range Riders,” “The Two-Gun +Man,”<br />“The Triangle Cupid,” etc.</p> + +<div class='tpi'> +<img alt='emblem' src='images/illus-emb.jpg' /> +</div> + +<p class='sc mb20'>With Frontispiece in Colors<br /> by R. W. AMICK</p> + +<p class='fs12'>A. L. BURT COMPANY</p> + +<p class='fs11'>Publishers            New +York</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<p class='fs08 sc'>Copyright 1912, By</p> +<p>OUTING PUBLISHING COMPANY</p> +<hr class='hr10' /> +<p class='fs08 mb40'>All Rights Reserved</p> +<p class='fs08'>First Printing, August, 1912<br /> +Second Printing, September, 1912</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<table summary='TOC'> +<tr><td colspan='3' class='center fs12'>CONTENTS</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan='3' class='center fs12'></td></tr> +<tr><td class='fs08'>CHAPTER</td><td colspan='2' class='tar fs08'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>I.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Arrival of the Man</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_1'>9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>II.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Rule of Cattle</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_2'>25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>III.</td><td class='tcol2'>Norton Makes a Discovery</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_3'>42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>IV.</td><td class='tcol2'>At the Circle Bar</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_4'>53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>V.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Girl of Dry Bottom</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_5'>73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VI.</td><td class='tcol2'>Hollis Renews an Acquaintance</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_6'>87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The “Kicker” Becomes an Institution</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_7'>107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>Concerning the “Six O’Clock”</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_8'>119</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>IX.</td><td class='tcol2'>How a Bad Man Left the “Kicker” Office</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_9'>127</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>X.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Lost Trail</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_10'>151</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XI.</td><td class='tcol2'>Picking Up the Trail</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_11'>161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XII.</td><td class='tcol2'>After the Storm</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_12'>169</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>“Woman–She Don’t Need No Tooter”</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_13'>177</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIV.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Coalition</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_14'>187</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XV.</td><td class='tcol2'>To Support the Law</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_15'>198</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVI.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Bearer of Good News</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_16'>209</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Rustler</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_17'>224</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Tenth Day</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_18'>238</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIX.</td><td class='tcol2'>How a Rustler Escaped</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_19'>246</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XX.</td><td class='tcol2'>The “Kicker’s” Candidate</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_20'>257</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXI.</td><td class='tcol2'>Dunlavey Plays a Card</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_21'>267</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXII.</td><td class='tcol2'>Proof of Gratitude</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_22'>280</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>Ten Spot Uses His Eyes</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_23'>289</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIV.</td><td class='tcol2'>Campaign Guns</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_24'>294</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXV.</td><td class='tcol2'>Handling the Law</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_25'>314</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVI.</td><td class='tcol2'>Autumn and the Gods</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_26'>327</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Sear and Yellow Days</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_27'>336</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>In Defiance of the Law</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_28'>342</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIX.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Arm of the Law</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_29'>354</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXX.</td><td class='tcol2'>Forming a Friendship</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_30'>364</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXXI.</td><td class='tcol2'>Afterward</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_31'>375</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h1>THE COMING OF THE LAW</h1> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<p class='c fs14'>THE COMING OF THE LAW</p> + +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9'></a>9</span><a id='link_1'></a>CHAPTER I<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE ARRIVAL OF THE MAN</span></h2> + +<p>If the passengers on the west-bound train that pulled up at the little red +wooden station at Dry Bottom at the close of a June day in 18–, were +interested in the young man bearing the two suit cases, they gave no evidence of +it. True, they noted his departure; with casual glances they watched him as he +stepped down upon the platform; but immediately they forgot his athletic figure +and his regular featured, serious face as their thoughts returned to the heat, +the dust, and the monotony of travel.</p> + +<p>There was the usual bustle and activity which always follows the arrival of a +train. A mail bag was dumped out of the mail car, another thrown in; some +express packages were unceremoniously deposited near the door of the station by +the agent; the conductor ran to the telegrapher’s <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_10'></a>10</span> window to receive an order; ran back, +signaling as he ran; the engine bell clanged, the drivers clanked, the wheels +ground, the passengers sighed, and the train departed on its way.</p> + +<p>The young man who had alighted stood motionless for a moment, listening to +the clatter of the wheels over the rail-joints, watching the smoke from the +engine-stack befoul the clear blue of the sky. Then he smiled grimly, threw a +rapid glance toward a group of loungers standing at a corner of the station, and +walked over to where the station agent stood examining some newly arrived +packages.</p> + +<p>“Do you mind directing me to the courthouse?” said the young +man.</p> + +<p>The agent looked up, turned, and ran a measuring, speculative eye over the +new arrival. He noted the Eastern cut of the young man’s clothing and +beneath the dust of travel the clear, healthy white skin of his face. +“Stranger here?” observed the agent, with a slight, humorous +narrowing of the eyes.</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t mind,” resumed the agent, answering the young +man’s question. “You won’t have any trouble findin’ the +courthouse. There’s only one street in this town an’ the courthouse +is down to the other end of it–you couldn’t miss <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11'></a>11</span> it if you tried.” He +grinned with some amusement at the young man’s back as the latter with a +cordial “thank you,” returned to his suit cases, gripped them firmly +by the handles, and strode down the wooden platform toward the street, ignoring +the group of loungers at the corner of the station.</p> + +<p>“’Nother tenderfoot,” remarked one of the loungers as the young +man passed out of hearing; “they’re runnin’ this country plum +to hell!”</p> + +<p>The young man strode slowly down the board sidewalk that paralleled the +buildings on one side of the street, mentally taking in the dimensions of the +town. It was not an inviting picture. Many buildings of various descriptions +snuggled the wide, vacant space which the station agent had termed a +“street.” Most of the buildings were unpainted and crude, composed +of rough boards running perpendicularly, with narrow battens over the joints. +There were several brick buildings two stories in height, bearing the appearance +of having been recently erected, and these towered over the squat, one-story +frames in seeming contemptuous dignity. There were many private dwellings, some +stores, but the young man’s first impression was that there was an +enormous number of saloons.</p> + +<p>He saw few people; those who came within <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_12'></a>12</span> range of vision were apparently cowboys, for they +were rigged in the picturesque garb that he had studied many times in the +illustrations of Eastern magazines. He had admired them afar, for there was +something about them, something in the free, wild life they led, that appealed +to him; something that struck at the primitive in his heart. He had heard tales +of them; travelers returning from these regions had related sundry stories of +these wild men of the plains; stories of their hardihood, of their recklessness, +of their absolute fearlessness–clothing them with a glamor and romance +that had deeply impressed the young man. His own life had been rather +prosaic.</p> + +<p>He saw some cowponies hitched to rails in front of several of the saloons; in +front of a store he observed a canvas-covered wagon which he recognized (from +sketches he had seen) as a “prairie schooner”; in front of another +store he saw a spring wagon of the “buckboard” variety. That was +all. The aroma of sage-brush filled his nostrils; the fine, flint-like, powdered +alkali dust lay thick everywhere. It was unattractive and dismal.</p> + +<p>The town, as it lay before him, began in desolation and ended in desolation. +Except that it was a trifle larger it differed in no important particular from +many others that littered the face <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_13'></a>13</span> of the world through which he had passed during the +last twenty-four hours. It was a mere dot in the center of a flat grass country +covering a vast area. It sat, serene in its isolation, as far from civilization +as Genesis from Revelation. In the stifling heat of the lazy June afternoon it +drowsed, seemingly deserted except for the ponies and the two wagons, and the +few incurious cowboys who had rewarded the young man with their glances. +Apparently whatever citizens were here were busy in the saloons. As this thought +flashed upon the young man his lips straightened grimly. But he continued slowly +on his way, giving much attention to objects that came within his range of +vision. The more he saw of the town, the less pleased he was with it.</p> + +<p>The suit cases were heavy; he paused in front of a building and set them +down, while with his handkerchief he mopped the dust and perspiration from his +forehead. He saw a flaring sign on the roof of the building in front of which he +had stopped and he read the legend with a smile of derision: “The Fashion +Saloon.” Several ponies were hitched to the rail in front of the building; +the bridle of one was gaily decorated with a bow of ribbon. Only a woman would +have decorated a pony thus, the young man decided with a smile. Yet what sort of +woman <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14'></a>14</span> would hitch +her pony in front of a saloon? He looked about him for some explanation and saw +a vacant space beside him and beside the vacant space a store. There was no +hitching rail in front of the store, therefore here was the explanation. He +heard a sound behind him and turning he beheld the figures of a man and a woman +in the vacant space between the two buildings.</p> + +<p>The woman seemed to be little more than a girl, for as the young man watched +she turned slightly toward him–though not seeing him–and he saw +youth pictured on her face, and innocence, though withal she gave the young man +an impression of sturdy self-reliance that awakened instant admiration for her +in his mind.</p> + +<p>She was attired in picturesque costume, consisting of short riding skirt, +boots, felt hat, woolen blouse with a flowing tie at the throat, gloves, and +spurs. It was not the sort of thing to which the young man was accustomed, but +she made an attractive picture and he took in every detail of her appearance +with eager eyes.</p> + +<p>It was some time before he noticed the man. The latter stood facing the girl +and he could not get a view of his face. He had a gigantic frame, with huge +shoulders that loomed above the girl, dwarfing her. The young man remained +motionless, watching the two, for there was something <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_15'></a>15</span> in the big man’s attitude that held +him. The man turned presently and the young man had a glimpse of his face. It +was heavy featured, coarse, and an unmistakable brutality was betrayed in it. +The young man’s lips curled. He did not like the type, and it was the +girl’s face that held him now that he had seen the man’s.</p> + +<p>He leaned easily against the front of the building, not over fifteen feet +distant from the two, trying to appear uninterested, but not concealing his +interest. He believed the girl had not seen him, for though she had looked in +his direction he was sure that her glance had passed him to rest on the pony at +the hitching rail. Swift as the glance had been the young man had seen in her +face an expression that caused him to decide to remain where he was until the +girl mounted her pony, no matter how long that time might be. So he relaxed, +leaning against the building–attentive, listening, though apparently +entirely unconcerned over their conversation.</p> + +<p>The girl seemed moved with some deep emotion over something the big man had +said, for her slight figure had stiffened and she stood looking at him with an +angry, intense gaze. The big man had been taunting her, for his teeth showed in +a mocking grin as he hovered near her, apparently sure of her. It was like a +lion playing with <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16'></a>16</span> a +mouse. Then the young man heard the big man’s voice:</p> + +<p>“So you don’t take kindly to my courting? Don’t want +anything to do with me at all?” His forced laugh had a harshness in it +that caused the young man’s muscles to stiffen. He took a sly glance at +the girl and saw her chin uplift with disdain.</p> + +<p>“Do you think it necessary for me to tell you that–again?” +she said.</p> + +<p>A strange satisfaction thrilled the young man; sympathy for her drew his +mouth into a peculiarly grim smile. But he had no time to enjoy his satisfaction +for the big man spoke and this time he did not laugh.</p> + +<p>“Well,” he said shortly, “you’re going to have +something to do with me. You’re going to hook up with me or I’m +putting that crazy brother of yours out of business!”</p> + +<p>The girl was suddenly rigid and a deep red as suddenly suffused her cheeks. +The young man’s face paled at the threat, his teeth came together with a +snap, and he leaned forward, wishing to hear some more of this extraordinary +conversation. More of it came quickly. The girl spoke, her voice even and well +controlled, though burdened with a biting sarcasm:</p> + +<p>“What a terrible man you are, to be sure, to <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_17'></a>17</span> threaten to make war upon a defenseless +girl and her afflicted brother. But I’m not afraid of you!”</p> + +<p>She took a step toward him, standing very close to him and looking straight +into his eyes. She was fighting bravely for her composure, but the young man had +seen that her lips had quivered pitifully during her brief speech. He stiffened +with sympathy. He could not, of course, understand this strange conversation, +but he could discern its drift, and the suggestive underplay in the big +man’s words. But plainly he had not been mistaken in his estimate of the +young woman–she seemed entirely able to take care of herself.</p> + +<p>He crowded a little closer, though he knew that this conversation was none of +his affair further than that he was interested–as any man would be +interested–in seeing that the young woman received decent treatment. +Certainly so far she had not received that, yet neither had the big man said +anything to warrant interference by a stranger. Stealing another glance, the +young man saw a heavy revolver at the man’s hip, and he did not doubt, +from what he had thus far seen of him, that he would use the weapon should he +turn and discover that there was a listener to his conversation. Such an action +would accord <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18'></a>18</span> +perfectly with tales that the young man had heard of this section of the +country. But he edged closer.</p> + +<p>The big man’s face had become poisonously bloated. The girl’s +defiance seemed to have enraged him.</p> + +<p>“Hell!” he said venomously. “You’re talking damn +brave!” He leaned closer to her. “And you think you’d be +disgraced if folks knowed you was a friend of mine?” He laughed harshly. +“Most folks are tickled to be known as my friend. But I’m telling +you this: If I ain’t a friend I’m an enemy, and you’re doing +as I say or I’m making things mighty unpleasant for you and your poor, +‘afflicted’ brother!”</p> + +<p>The young man saw the girl’s hands clench, saw her face grow slowly +pale. Twice now had the big man taunted her about her brother, and plainly his +words had hurt her. Words trembled on her lips but refused to come. But for an +instant she forced her eyes to meet those of the man and then they suddenly +filled with tears. She took a backward step, her shoulders drooping. The big man +followed her, gloating over her. Again the young man’s thoughts went to +the lion and the mouse.</p> + +<p>“Hurts, does it?” said the big man, brutally. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19'></a>19</span> “Well, you’ve +brought it on yourself, being such a damn prude!”</p> + +<p>He reached out and grasped her by the shoulder. She shrank back, struggling +with him, trying to grasp the butt of an ivory-handled revolver that swung at +her right hip. The big man pinned her arms and the effort was futile.</p> + +<p>And then retribution–like an avalanche–struck the big man. He +heard the movement, sensed the danger, and flung his right hand toward his +pistol butt. There was a silent struggle; a shot, one of the young man’s +arms swung out–flail like–the clenched hand landing with a crash. +The big man went down like a falling tree–prone to the ground, his +revolver flying ten feet distant, a little blue-white smoke curling lazily +upward out of its muzzle. The big man was raised again–bodily–and +hurled down again. He lay face upward in the white sunlight–a mass of +bruised and bleeding flesh.</p> + +<p>The young man’s anger had come and gone. He stood over the big man, +looking down at him, his white teeth gleaming through his slightly parted +lips.</p> + +<p>“I think that will do for you,” he said in an even, passionless +voice.</p> + +<p>For an instant there was a tense silence. The <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_20'></a>20</span> young man turned and looked at the girl, +who was regarding him with surprised and bewildered eyes.</p> + +<p>The young man smiled mirthlessly. “I think I waited rather too long. +But he won’t bother you again–at least for a few minutes.”</p> + +<p>He saw the girl’s gaze directed to a point somewhere behind him and he +turned to see that a door in the side of the Fashion Saloon was vomiting men. +They came rushing out, filling the space between the two buildings–cowboys +mostly, with a sprinkling of other men whose appearance and attire proclaimed +them citizens. The young man stood silent while the newcomers ranged themselves +about him, others giving their attention to the big man who still lay on the +ground. The girl had not moved; she was standing near the young man, her face +pale, her slight figure rigid, her eyes wide and flashing. The young man looked +from her to the men who had crowded about him and he became aware that one of +the men–a slender, olive-skinned cowboy–evidently a +half-breed–was speaking to him. He stood looking at the man, saw menace in +his eyes, heard his voice, writhing in profane accusation:</p> + +<p>“So you’ve shot Beeg Beel, you tenderfoot―!” said the +man. His right hand <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21'></a>21</span> +was hooked in his cartridge belt, near the butt of his six-shooter.</p> + +<p>The young man had been coldly scrutinizing the face of the half-breed; he had +seen a sneering insolence on the thin, snarling lips, and he knew instantly that +this man was a friend of his fallen adversary. He had smiled grimly when the man +had begun speaking, being willing to argue the justice of his action in striking +the big man, but at the man’s vile insult his white teeth gleamed again +and his right arm flew out–like a flail–the fist crashing against +the half-breed’s jaw. Like the big man the half-breed collapsed in a heap +on the ground. There was a sudden movement in the crowd, and pistols flashed in +the sunlight. The young man took a backward step, halted, drew himself up and +faced them, his lips curling.</p> + +<p>“Of course you’ll shoot now,” he said bitterly.</p> + +<p>He heard a rustle beside him, and turned to see the girl standing within a +foot of him, the ivory-handled pistol in hand, her eyes flashing coldly.</p> + +<p>“I don’t think that any of them are going to shoot,” she +declared evenly, her voice resounding in the sudden silence that had fallen; +“Big Bill got just what he deserved, and this gentleman <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22'></a>22</span> will not be molested. He +isn’t armed,” she said, with a dry laugh; “shooting him would +be murder, and if he is shot I promise to avenge him immediately.” She +turned slightly, speaking to the young man while keeping her eyes on the men +around her. During the pause that followed her words several of the men +stealthily sheathed their weapons and stepped back.</p> + +<p>“I think Big Bill is able to fight his own battles,” continued +the girl, taking advantage of the evident reluctance of the men to force +trouble.</p> + +<p>Her face became slightly paler as she saw the big man sit up and stare about +him. He got to his feet and stood, swaying dizzily for an instant, and then his +gaze sought out the young man and was fixed on him with foreboding malignance. +His right hand fell to his holster, and finding no weapon there he turned and +sought it, finding it, and returning to a point near the young man, the weapon +in hand. As he halted there was another movement and the half-breed was on his +feet and dragging at his revolver. The young man crouched, prepared to spring, +and the big man spoke sharply to the half-breed.</p> + +<p>“Quit it!” he said, snarling. “Mind your own +business!” Then he seemed to realize that the half-breed had been worsted +also, for he <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23'></a>23</span> looked +at the latter, saw the dust on his clothing and grinned expressively.</p> + +<p>“So he got you too, did he, Yuma?” His heavy features wreathed +into a mocking sneer as he faced the young man.</p> + +<p>“Knocked me down!” he said in a silky, even voice. “Knocked +me cold with a punch. Knocked Yuma Ed down too!” He took another step +toward the young man and surveyed him critically, his eyes glinting with +something very near amusement. Then he stepped back, laughing shortly.</p> + +<p>“I ain’t shooting you,” he said. “I’ve got an +idea that you and me will meet again.” There was an ominous threat in his +voice as he continued: “Shooting you wouldn’t half pay you back. +Mark that, young man–shooting you wouldn’t half pay you +back.”</p> + +<p>He stepped away from the young man, motioning the other men into the door +through which they had emerged to come to his assistance, and they filed slowly +in without protest. The big man paused long enough to look again at the young +man.</p> + +<p>“Knocked me down!” he said as though scarcely able to realize the +truth; “knocked me cold with a punch!” He laughed, his coarse +features twisting into an odd expression. “Well, <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_24'></a>24</span> I’ll be damned!” He turned +abruptly and disappeared through the door through which the other men had +gone.</p> + +<p>For an instant the young man stood, looking after him. Then he turned and saw +the young woman, standing near her pony, regarding him with grave eyes.</p> + +<p>“Thank you,” she said. He caught a flashing smile and then she +was in the saddle, loping her pony down the street toward the station. For a +moment the young man looked after her and then with a smile he returned to his +suit cases and was off down the street toward the courthouse, which he saw in +the distance.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25'></a>25</span><a id='link_2'></a>CHAPTER II<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE RULE OF CATTLE</span></h2> + +<p>The courthouse was a low, one-story redbrick building, sitting well back from +the street. It was evidently newly built, for an accumulation of débris, left by +the workmen, still littered the ground in the vicinity. A board walk led from +the street to the wide, arched entrance. From the steps one could look down the +street at the station and the other buildings squatting in the sunlight, dingy +with the dust of many dry days. Except for the cowponies and the buckboard and +the prairie schooner there was a total absence of life or movement, offering a +striking contrast to the bustling cities to which the young man had been +accustomed.</p> + +<p>He walked rapidly down the board walk, entered the courthouse, and paused +before a door upon which appeared the legend: “United States District +Court. J. Blackstone Graney.” The young man set his suit cases down, +mopped his forehead with his handkerchief, making a wry face at the dust that +appeared on the linen after his use of it, and then knocked lightly, but <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26'></a>26</span> firmly, on the door. A +voice inside immediately admonished him to “come in.” The young man +smiled with satisfaction, turned the knob and opened the door, standing on the +threshold. A man seated at one of the windows of the room was gazing steadily +out at the vast, dry, sun-scorched country. He turned at the young man’s +entrance and got slowly to his feet, apparently waiting for the visitor to +speak. He was a short man, not heavily, but stockily built, giving a clear +impression of stolidity. Yet there was a certain gleam in his eyes that gave the +lie to this impression, a gleam that warned of an active, analytical mind. +Judicial dignity lurked all over him.</p> + +<p>The young man bowed respectfully. “Are you Judge Graney?” he +questioned.</p> + +<p>The judge nodded and the young man smiled slightly. “I am Kent +Hollis,” he said.</p> + +<p>The judge had been approaching a big table that stood in the center of the +room and at the young man’s words he took a second glance at him, but did +not hesitate in his walk toward the table. However, he smiled when he reached +it, sinking into a chair and motioning the young man to another.</p> + +<p>“I have been expecting you,” he said after he had become seated. +“Take a chair.” He <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_27'></a>27</span> waited until the young man had drawn a chair opposite +him and then he leaned over the table and stretched out his hand in greeting. +“I’m glad to see you,” he continued cordially. He held the +young man’s hand for an instant, peering steadily into the latter’s +unwavering eyes, apparently making a mental estimate of him. Then he dropped the +hand and sat back, a half smile on his face. “You look like your +father,” he said.</p> + +<p>The young man’s face clouded. “Poor dad,” he said +slowly.</p> + +<p>For a moment there was a silence; the judge studied the young man’s +face. Something that he saw in it must have pleased him, for he smiled, becoming +serious instantly.</p> + +<p>“I am sorry you could not get here in time,” he said. “We +buried your father yesterday.”</p> + +<p>“I couldn’t make it,” returned the young man regretfully. +“I should have liked to see him before he died. Where did you bury +him?”</p> + +<p>“We took him out to his ranch–the Circle Bar,” returned the +judge, “where he said he wanted to be buried when he died. You’ll +find that the Circle Bar boys have done their best for him–which was +little enough. Poor fellow, he deserved something better.” He looked +keenly at the young man.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28'></a>28</span>Lines of pain came +into the latter’s face; he bowed his head, nodding at the Judge’s +words.</p> + +<p>“I have always thought that it was his own fault,” he said +gently. “It might have been different.” He looked slowly up at the +judge, his face reddening with embarrassment. “Of course you know +something of his life,” he said. “You were his friend–he wrote +me a while back, telling me that. I don’t pretend to know what came +between him and mother,” he continued; “mother would never tell and +father never mentioned it in his letters. I have thought it was drink,” he +added, watching the judge’s face closely. He caught the latter’s +slight nod and his lips straightened. “Yes, it must have been +drink,” he continued; “I have inferred that from what mother has +hinted now and then. But―” and a wistful gleam came into his +eyes–“I have hoped that it would not be drink that would cause +his―”</p> + +<p>He caught the judge’s slow, grave nod and he broke off abruptly, his +eyes filling with an expression of resignation. “Well,” he said, +“it is ended, no matter what did it.” He shoved back his chair. +“I thank you for what you did for him,” he added, rising; “I +assure you that if it is possible for me to repay―”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29'></a>29</span>“Sit +down,” said the judge, waving a hand to the young man’s chair. +“No thanks are due me. I did only what any friend would do for another. I +have arranged for you to go out to the Circle Bar,” he informed Hollis as +the latter hesitated over resuming his chair. “Neil Norton, your range +boss, is to be here at six o’clock with the buckboard.” He consulted +his watch. “He ought to be here in half an hour–if he is on time. +Meantime there are some things I would like to say to you.”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled. “Fire away,” he directed.</p> + +<p>The judge leaned his elbows on the table and narrowed his eyes at Hollis. +“Don’t think my questions impertinent,” he said gravely, +“for I assure you that nothing is further from my mind than a desire to +pry into your affairs. But I take it you will need some advice–which, of +course, you may disregard if you wish. I suppose you don’t make a secret +of your age?”</p> + +<p>“No,” was the instant reply, given with a grin, “I am +twenty-six.”</p> + +<p>The judge smiled dryly. “We have great ambitions at twenty-six,” +he said. “I remember that at twenty-six I was rather determined on making +the Supreme bench. You can see for yourself how far I missed it. I do not say +that we never realize our ambitions,” he added <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_30'></a>30</span> quickly as he saw a flash light up the +young man’s eyes; “I merely wish to show that in my case they were +rather extravagant.” He grimaced, continuing with a smile: “You are +a college man, of course–I can see that.”</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. The judge continued, with an admiring glance at the young +man’s muscular frame and broad shoulders.</p> + +<p>“Went in for athletics–football, and such?” he said. +“Well,” he added, catching the young man’s nod, “it +didn’t hurt you a particle–it doesn’t hurt anybody. Rather +prepares a man for hard knocks–which he is sure to get sooner or later. If +you have decided to live in this country you must expect hard knocks. And I +presume you are going to live here?”</p> + +<p>“That depends.” returned Hollis. “If father has left his +affairs in such shape that it is necessary for me to stay here and straighten +them out, why of course I shall stay. Otherwise―” He hesitated and +laughed quietly, continuing: “Well, I also have an ambition, and if I am +compelled to remain here it will have to be sacrificed. It is a rather humble +ambition compared to yours,” he laughed. “It is journalism,” +he continued, suddenly serious; “I want to own a newspaper. I am city +editor now and in a few years―” He laughed. “I am not <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31'></a>31</span> going to prophesy, but I +have been working hard.”</p> + +<p>The judge’s eyelashes flickered, but his face remained grave. “I +am afraid that you will have to remain here. That is”–he added +dryly–“if you expect to realize anything from the +property.”</p> + +<p>“I expect there can’t be much property,” observed +Hollis.</p> + +<p>The judge smiled. “A thousand acres of good grass land, some buildings, +and”–here the judge’s eyes gleamed and he drawled his +words–“a newspaper.”</p> + +<p>Hollis sat erect. “A newspaper!” he gasped. “A newspaper in +this country? Why, man, a newspaper―”</p> + +<p>The judge laughed. “So you will not have to go back East in order to be +able to realize your ambition–you can own a newspaper here–your +father’s newspaper–the Dry Bottom <i>Kicker</i>. It was quite a +recent venture; I believe it appeared about a dozen times–intermittently. +Ostensibly it was a weekly, but in reality it was printed at those times when +your father’s affliction sat least heavily upon him. He used to hire a +compositor from Las Vegas to set the type,–a man named Potter–a +worthless sort of fellow, but a genius in his way–when sober. I <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32'></a>32</span> suspect that much of the +matter that went into the <i>Kicker</i> emanated from the brain of Dave +Potter.”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s smile revealed just a trace of derision. “You +don’t happen to know how father happened to think that a newspaper would +pay–in this place?” he asked.</p> + +<p>The judge looked at him meditatively, a gleam of quiet amusement in his eyes. +“I don’t remember to have said that the paper made any money for +your father,” he returned slowly; “nor do I remember hearing your +father say that he expected it to make any money. As I understand the situation, +your father founded the paper on principle. He expected to use it as a +weapon.”</p> + +<p>“Please go on,” urged Hollis. “That strikes me as a rather +Quixotic proceeding.”</p> + +<p>“It was, rather,” admitted the judge; “that is, it would +seem Quixotic as viewed by an Eastern newspaper man. But out here people are apt +to ignore money and methods in considering results. After you have been here a +while you will be able to see the force and truth of that statement. Your father +was after results and he seized upon the idea of founding a newspaper as a means +by which to obtain them. And I feel certain that had he lived he would have +succeeded.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33'></a>33</span>“I plead +ignorance,” said Hollis, watching the judge closely. “What +particular result did my father desire?”</p> + +<p>Judge Graney’s eyes gleamed with earnestness. He leaned forward, +speaking slowly and distinctly.</p> + +<p>“I am going to illustrate my point by giving you a brief history of +your father’s experiences out here–as I had it from him. He came out +here about fifteen years ago and took up a quarter-section of land over on +Rabbit-Ear Creek, the present site of the Circle Bar ranch. For quite a few +years he was a nester–as the small owner is called in this country, but he +was unmolested for the reason that there were few large owners in the vicinity +and each man was willing that his neighbor should succeed. Your father prospered +and after a few years began to buy land. He finally acquired a thousand acres; +he told me that at one time he had about five thousand head of cattle. Of +course, these cattle could not live on your father’s thousand acres, but +the ranges are free and the thousand acres answered very well as a +headquarters.</p> + +<p>“Eight years ago some men in Santa Fe organized what is known as the +Union County Cattlemen’s Association. This company secured a section of +land adjoining your father’s property, on the other side of Rabbit-Ear +Creek. The <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34'></a>34</span> company +called its ranch the Circle Cross. Perhaps it strikes you as peculiar that the +Association should have chosen a brand so closely resembling your +father’s. I will digress long enough to explain the action.”</p> + +<p>The judge drew out a pencil and picked up a piece of paper that lay near him +on the desk, making some crude hieroglyphics and poising his pencil above +them.</p> + +<p>“Here,” he explained, indicating a sketch which he had drawn, “is +the Circle Bar brand–a bar within a circle. And this–” indicating +another sketch, “–is the Circle Cross–a cross within a circle. It is +of course, perfectly obvious that all the Circle Cross company had to do when it +desired to appropriate one of the Circle Bar cattle was to add a vertical bar to +the Circle Bar brand and the brand became the Circle Cross. From a mechanical +standpoint it was a very trifling operation, the manipulator of the brands +having merely to apply the hot iron through a piece of wet blanket–that +gives a new brand the appearance of age.</p> + +<p>“To get back to the main subject. The new company called its ranch the +Circle Cross and it erected new buildings within a few miles of the Circle Bar +buildings. Not long after the advent of the new company it tried to buy the +Circle <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35'></a>35</span> Bar, but your +father refused to sell. Bill Dunlavey, the Circle Cross manager, attempted to +negotiate the purchase of the Circle Bar and when he was met with refusal hard +words passed between him and your father. Not long after that your father began +to miss cattle–rustlers began a systematic attack upon his herds. Your +father recognized this thievery as the work of the Cattlemen’s Association +and he fought back.</p> + +<p>“A number of times he changed his brands but each time the company +checkmated him. To illustrate: Your father changed his brand to appear +thus:” The judge drew again on the paper. “That is the +‘Wine-Glass’ brand. You can see that it resembles a wine glass when held +up vertically, though of course as it appeared on the Circle Bar cattle it lay +on its side. But this move was futile, for among the Circle Cross cattle now +appeared many branded with the sign of the ‘Hour-Glass,’ thus:” The +judge drew again. “This was achieved by merely adding a semi-circle to the +wine-glass, closing over the bowl.”</p> + +<p>“As I have said your father altered his brand a good many times. But +the Circle Bar cattle continued to disappear. Years of warfare followed. The +Cattlemen’s Association lost no opportunity to harass your father or, for +that matter, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36'></a>36</span> all the +other small owners in the vicinity. Desperate, dissolute men were imported from +Texas and Arizona, men who took delight in the shedding of human blood. These +men roamed the ranges, stealing the Circle Bar cattle and killing Circle Bar +cowboys. Your father had trouble in keeping men; in order to surround himself +with enough men to protect his cattle and resist the aggressions of +Dunlavey’s hired assassins he was forced to pay ruinous wages.</p> + +<p>“Even then he could not prevent rustling. Dunlavey bribed his men; his +herds dwindled; he saw that he was facing ruin if he did not devise some means +to successfully cope with his enemies. He went over to Santa Fe to see the +governor–a piffling carpet-bagger. He was told that the government was +powerless; that the same condition existed all over the country, and that the +government was unable to combat it. The Law had not come.</p> + +<p>“Your father returned home, discouraged but not beaten. He approached +the several other small owners in the vicinity, asking for co-operation and +assistance. Fearful of Dunlavey’s wrath, the small owners refused to +organize. But your father decided to carry on the fight alone. He recognized the +fact that nothing but the Law could defeat the association’s aims, and he +determined <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37'></a>37</span> to force +the Law into the Territory. With this end in view he established his newspaper. +He succeeded in arousing public interest with the result that a court was +established here.”</p> + +<p>The judge smiled dryly, continuing: “Yes, the Law is here. Or what is +more to the point, a representative of the Law is here. ‘I am the +Law,’” he quoted, ironically. “But my hands are tied; this +court is a mere travesty upon justice. The government at Washington has seen fit +to send me here–alone. I can’t go out and get evidence; I +couldn’t secure a conviction if I did. The people here who are not +Dunlavey’s friends were afraid of him. I can’t get a jury. Dunlavey +elects the sheriff–controls the election machinery. I am powerless–a +mere figurehead. This is the situation in a nutshell. I could go into detail, +but I imagine it is plain enough as it is.”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s face had become gravely serious; his lips were straightened +with an expression that hinted at the conflict that was going on in his +mind.</p> + +<p>“Isn’t there an army post near?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>“Over at Fort Union–a hundred miles or so southwest. I have +pleaded for a detail, but have been informed that it can’t be had; that +the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38'></a>38</span> soldiers are +needed to keep the Indians in order. Independent cattlemen are supposed to fight +it out alone. At least that is the inference, if we are to consider the attitude +of the government.”</p> + +<p>Hollis was gravely silent. The judge leaned back in his chair, watching him +with a queer expression. He realized that he had said enough to discourage the +average young man from remaining in the country a moment longer than was +absolutely necessary. He would not have been surprised had Hollis told him that +he did not intend to remain. But from what he had seen of the young man he felt +sure that his decision, when it did come, would be final. More than once since +Hollis had been in the office had the judge observed the serene, steady gleam in +his eyes, and he had catalogued him with the rare class of men whose mental +balance is so perfect that nothing disturbs it. The judge had met a few such men +in the West and he knew the type. As he sat looking at the young man he decided +that Providence had made a mistake in allowing him to waste his time in the +East. The West teemed with opportunities for men of his kind.</p> + +<p>He was not surprised at Hollis’s next question; it showed that he was +considering the situation from many angles before committing himself.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39'></a>39</span>“What is the +condition of Circle Bar ranch at present?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“The title to the land is intact and cannot be assailed. But Norton +informs me that there are not above two hundred head of cattle on the range, and +that the buildings are run down. Not a very cheerful prospect?”</p> + +<p>He had told the truth about the land and the cattle, but he had purposely +exaggerated concerning the condition of the buildings, being grimly determined +to place the situation in its most unfavorable light that he might be the better +able to test the young man’s mettle. He smiled as Hollis thoughtfully +stroked his chin.</p> + +<p>“Well, now,” admitted the latter, flashing a queer smile at the +judge, “I quite agree with you that the prospect isn’t cheering. But +so long as the condition is such as it is there is no need to grumble. I +didn’t come out here expecting to fall into a bed of roses.”</p> + +<p>“Then you won’t be disappointed,” returned the judge dryly. +He filled and lighted a pipe, smoking meditatively, his eyes on the younger man +with a curious expression. He had determined to push the test a little +farther.</p> + +<p>“You could probably sell the Circle Bar,” he said finally. +“Your father told me before he died that he had been offered ten dollars +an acre <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40'></a>40</span> for his +land. That would total to a tidy sum.”</p> + +<p>Hollis looked quickly at the judge, his eyes flashing with grim amusement. +“Would you advise me to sell?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>The judge laughed quietly. “That is an unfair question,” he +equivocated, narrowing his eyes whimsically. “If I were heir to the +property and felt that I did not care to assume the danger of managing it I +should sell, without doubt. If, on the other hand, I had decided to continue my +father’s fight against an unscrupulous company, I would stay no matter +what the consequences. But”–He puffed slowly at his pipe, his voice +filling with unmistakable sarcasm–“it would be so much easier to +sell and return at once to a more peaceful atmosphere. With ten thousand dollars +you could go back East and go on with your newspaper work, well equipped, with a +chance of realizing your ambition–and not be troubled with continuing a +fight in which, no doubt, there would be many blows to be taken.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you,” returned Hollis quietly. He looked steadily into the +judge’s eyes, his own glinting with a grim humor. “You have +succeeded in making it very plain,” he continued slowly. “But I am +not going to run–I have decided on that. Of course I feel properly +resentful over the way my father has been treated by this man Dunlavey and his +association.” His <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_41'></a>41</span> eyes flashed with a peculiar hardness. “And I +would stay here and fight Dunlavey and his parcel of ruffians if for no other +reason than to secure revenge on personal grounds.</p> + +<p>“But there is one other reason. There is a principle at stake. I +don’t care very much about the personal side of the question; little as I +knew my father, I believe he would have ignored personalities were he confronted +with the condition that confronts me. It is my belief that as an American +citizen he chafed under conditions that prevented him from enjoying that freedom +to which we are all entitled under the Constitution. Judging from your +conversation you are in entire sympathy with that sentiment.” He smiled at +the judge. “Of course I am not mistaken?” he added.</p> + +<p>The tobacco in the bowl of the judge’s pipe spluttered; he brought his +right fist heavily down upon the table, rattling the pens and ink bottles that +littered its top. “No, young man; you are not mistaken–you have hit +the nail squarely on the head. If you are going to stay here and fight Dunlavey +and his crew, Blackstone Graney is with you until―”</p> + +<p>“Until the Law comes,” suggested Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Yes, by thunder!” declared the judge. “You can go further +than that and say: ‘until the Law rules!’”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42'></a>42</span><a id='link_3'></a>CHAPTER III<br /><span class='h2fs'>NORTON MAKES A DISCOVERY</span></h2> + +<p>Judge Graney rose and leaned over the table, taking the young man’s +hand and holding it tightly. Then he sat down again and resumed smoking. Neither +man said a word during the hand-clasp and yet both knew that their hearts and +minds were united in a common cause. Words would have been unnecessary and +futile.</p> + +<p>Hollis’s path of duty lay straight and open before him. There was no +by-way that would lead him around the dangers that were sure to beset him. Nor +had he thought to search for any. Long before the judge had concluded his +recital of conditions in the county Hollis had decided to meet the issue +squarely. He had been able to see beyond the petty, personal side of the +question; had even ignored it to get at the big, pithy principle of equal +rights. The Law must come. If he could assist in bringing it he would be +accomplishing something real and tangible <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_43'></a>43</span> and he would be satisfied. He did not believe that +Destiny had anything to do with his appearance upon the scene at this particular +time; rather he felt that his coming was merely a result of a combination of +circumstances such as might have occurred to any man. And like any man with +courage and deeply settled convictions he was prepared to move forward to the +issue, trusting himself. He had no thought of appearing heroic.</p> + +<p>Yet to the judge he appeared so. The latter had been prepared to hear excuses +from him; had been prepared to resist a natural inclination to berate the young +man soundly for lack of parental loyalty, though conscious that he could advance +no valid reason for the young man sacrificing himself upon the altars of an old +feud. It was against human nature for any man to so sacrifice himself, he had +assured himself when trying to build up a defense for the young man.</p> + +<p>And now that Hollis had shown that he needed no defender; that he was willing +to take up the cudgels in behalf of his father, the judge was scarcely able to +restrain himself. To state calmly that he intended to fight the +Cattlemen’s Association when there was a life of comparative safety +awaiting him in another section of the country was an heroic decision. Many +another <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44'></a>44</span> man would +have cringed–would have surrendered without striking a blow.</p> + +<p>Judge Graney had long known that the action of his government in sending him +to Union County was an ironical surrender on the part of the government to the +forces in the West which had been long demanding the Law. He had been sent here, +presumably to enforce the law, but in reality to silence the government’s +critics. He was not expected to convict anyone. Theoretically he was supposed to +uphold the majesty of the law in Union County, but in reality he merely remained +and drew his salary. There was no law to enforce.</p> + +<p>In the fight that had been waged between the elder Hollis and the +Cattlemen’s Association his sympathies had been with Hollis, though he had +never been able to assist him in a legal way. But the judge knew that eventually +the Law must come, and so he encouraged Hollis, assuring him that victory would +be his in the end.</p> + +<p>And then Hollis had died–suddenly. The Las Vegas doctor who had +attended him had shaken his head sagely when the judge had questioned him +regarding his patient and had pointed significantly to one of Dry Bottom’s +saloons. The doctor had told the judge there was no hope, and the latter had +telegraphed East. The appearance of young Hollis had been the result. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45'></a>45</span> The judge’s heart +had warmed toward the young man.</p> + +<p>“What are your intentions regarding the newspaper–the +<i>Kicker</i>?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>Hollis looked up quickly, his face grave. “Perhaps if there had been no +<i>Kicker</i> here my decision might have been different,” he said. +“But so long as it is here it is in business to stay!”</p> + +<p>“I expect that decision won’t please Dunlavey a whole lot,” +the judge returned.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps not,” drawled Hollis; “still, we can’t aim +to please everybody. I expect I might be able to get hold of that +printer–Potter I believe you called him?”</p> + +<p>“Potter won’t be hard to find,” assured the judge; “a +search of the saloons would uncover him, I imagine.” He smiled. +“When you get ready to get the <i>Kicker</i> out just let me know; I +promise to have Potter on hand.”</p> + +<p>To the ears of the two men came a rattle of wheels and a voice. The judge +leaned back in his chair and looked out through the window. His face wreathed +into a broad smile as he resumed his former position and looked at Hollis. +“Your range boss is here,” he said.</p> + +<p>They heard a step on the board walk, and a man stood in the doorway looking +at them.</p> + +<p>The newcomer gave an instant impression of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_46'></a>46</span> capability. He stood on the threshold, entirely +composed, saturnine, serene eyed, absolutely sure of himself. He was arrayed in +high heeled boots, minus spurs; the bottoms of a pair of dust-covered overalls +were tucked into the boot legs; a woolen shirt, open at the throat, covered a +pair of admirable shoulders; a scarlet handkerchief was knotted around his neck; +and a wide brimmed hat, carelessly dented in the crown, was shoved rakishly back +from his forehead. Sagging from his slim waist was a well filled cartridge belt +and at the right hip a heavy revolver.</p> + +<p>“Howdy, judge!” he said with a smile, in response to Judge +Graney’s cordial greeting.</p> + +<p>“Just come in?” questioned the judge.</p> + +<p>“Been in town an hour,” returned Norton.</p> + +<p>He flashed a searching glance at Hollis, which that young man met steadily. +The thought crossed Hollis’s mind that the buckboard that he had seen in +front of a store soon after leaving the station must have been Norton’s. +But now Norton was speaking again and Hollis listened.</p> + +<p>“Dropped into the Fashion to see my friend Red Eggers,” resumed +Norton, smiling broadly. “Same old crowd–Dunlavey, Yuma Ed, Ten +Spot, Greasy–most of the bunch which has been makin’ things +interestin’ for us hereabouts.”</p> + +<p>At the mention of “Yuma Ed” Hollis looked <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_47'></a>47</span> up. That was the name of the second man +he had struck in the affair near the Fashion Saloon. He wondered if Norton knew. +He did not remember to have seen the latter among the men who had surrounded him +in the space between the two buildings. But the judge was now introducing him to +Norton and he stood up, holding the latter’s hand and meeting his +inspecting gaze fairly. He found that the range boss was fully as tall as he; +indeed, Hollis discovered that he was compelled to look up slightly in order to +meet the latter’s level gaze. Norton smiled peculiarly; there was a +friendly expression in his eyes, but mingled with it was a reserved, appraising, +speculative gleam, which drew a smile to Hollis’s lips.</p> + +<p>“So you’re Jim Hollis’s boy?” said Norton. “My +new boss?” He grinned, evidently willing to go more than half way in +forming a friendship with his “new boss”. “I don’t +reckon that you’re much stuck on this here country–much as +you’ve seen of it?”</p> + +<p>“I’ve been used to keeping busy,” laughed Hollis, +“and my impression is that it seems rather dull out here.”</p> + +<p>Norton’s eyelashes flickered. He deliberately closed one eye at the +judge, carefully averting his face so that Hollis could not see.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48'></a>48</span>“So +you’re lookin’ for action?” he said to Hollis in a grave +voice. “Mebbe it ain’t none of my business,” he added, his +eyes gleaming, “but I’m askin’ you if you’re +thinkin’ to stay in this country–keepin’ your dad’s +ranch an’ his newspaper?”</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. Norton’s eyes gleamed with a savage delight. +“Bully!” he declared. “If you stay here you’ll get +plenty of action. I was afraid you wouldn’t stay.” He turned to +Judge Graney, a grin of satisfaction on his face. “I’m tellin’ +you somethin’ that will tickle you a heap,” he said. “I told +you that I had stopped in Red Egger’s saloon. I did. Dunlavey’s +bunch was feelin’ mighty sore over somethin’. I stayed there a +while, tryin’ to find out what it was all about, but there wasn’t +none of them sayin’ anything to me. But pretty soon I got Red over into a +corner an’ he told me. Accordin’ to him Dunlavey had corraled that +Hazelton girl outside an’ was tellin’ her somethin’ pretty +strong when a tenderfoot, which hadn’t any regard for Dunlavey’s +delicate feelin’s, up an’ lambasted him in the jaw!”</p> + +<p>“Struck him?” queried the judge, grinning delightedly.</p> + +<p>“Knocked him cold,” affirmed Norton, his eyes dancing. +“Pasted him so hard that he thought it was night an’ went to sleep. +Then Yuma <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49'></a>49</span> busted in +an’ thought to work his guns. He got his’n, too. That there +tenderfoot didn’t have no respect for guns. Red says he never thought any +man could hit so hard. It must have been sumptuous!” He laughed +delightedly. “I’d like to shake hands with that +tenderfoot–he’s my friend!”</p> + +<p>Hollis pulled out a cigar case, selected a cigar, lighted it, and smoked in +silence.</p> + +<p>So her name was Hazelton. Admiration over the manner in which she had held +the men at bay before Dunlavey got to his feet still lingered; she had impressed +him deeply. But a deeper satisfaction overshadowed his thoughts of the girl, for +he had slugged Dunlavey, his father’s enemy. His satisfaction grew to +amusement. Did Dunlavey know who had slugged him? He must have suspected, for +Hollis recalled the man’s significant expression when, after he had risen +from the ground he said: “I’ve got an idea that you an’ me +will meet again.”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s thoughts flitted rapidly from Dunlavey to the girl. Now that +he had decided to stay he had determined to search her out. He remembered that +Dunlavey had spoken slightingly of her brother and he assured himself that he +would not be entirely satisfied until he had uncovered the mystery. He might +have questioned <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50'></a>50</span> +Norton or the judge, for both men evidently knew the girl, but he was reluctant +to betray his interest in her to either man.</p> + +<p>He heard Norton make an exclamation of surprise, and looking up he saw him +holding his right hand out, the palm upward, examining it. There was a splotch +of blood on the palm and another on the under side of the thumb.</p> + +<p>“Shucks!” Norton was saying. “Now where in thunder did I +get that?” He looked again at the hand and then suddenly dove forward to +Hollis’s side, seized his right hand, peered at the knuckles and held the +hand triumphantly aloft.</p> + +<p>“I reckon this is where I got it!” he grinned.</p> + +<p>Hollis looked ruefully down at his knuckles. The skin was +gashed–evidently where it had come in contact with a bone in either +Dunlavey’s or Yuma’s jaw. He had intended to keep the story of +adventure to himself. But he saw that Norton had stepped back and was gazing +soberly at the suitcases, which Hollis had deposited near the door. Norton +suddenly let out a chirp of delight.</p> + +<p>“Two of them!” he said, suppressing his excitement; “Two +grips! Red Eggers said there was two an’ that the tenderfoot had come down +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51'></a>51</span> toward the court +house!” He walked to Hollis and halted in front of him, looking at him +with admiration and satisfaction.</p> + +<p>“Own up now!” he said. “You ain’t tellin’ us +that it wasn’t you, durn you! Oh, say!” He uttered a whoop that must +have startled the horses in front of the building. Then he sobered down, +speaking in a low, regretful voice: “You durn tenderfoot! Here I’ve +been waitin’ for years to get a crack at that big four-flusher, an’ +here you come, a-fannin’ along from your little old East an’ get +ahead of me!” He stifled a cackle of mirth. “An’ so +you’re lookin’ for action? Lordy! If you don’t call what you +done to Dunlavey an’ Yuma action this country’s goin’ to set +up an’ take notice when you get to goin’ in earnest!”</p> + +<p>Judge Graney loomed somberly over the table. “I suppose it must have +been you?” he said gravely.</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. “I may as well confess,” he said. “I saw a +man giving a young lady a mighty bad moment and I slugged him. Another man +called me a vile name and I slugged him, too. That was all.”</p> + +<p>The judge sat down again, his face slightly pale. A significant glance passed +between him and Norton, but the latter laughed grimly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52'></a>52</span>“I reckon +he’s opened the ball, right off the reel,” he suggested.</p> + +<p>Judge Graney drew a deep breath. “Yes,” he returned. “I +suppose that way is as good as any other. It was bound to come anyway. It will +be war to the finish now!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53'></a>53</span><a id='link_4'></a>CHAPTER IV<br /><span class='h2fs'>AT THE CIRCLE BAR</span></h2> + +<p>In the two weeks that followed his arrival at Dry Bottom, Hollis had much +time to meditate upon the great change that had come into his life. His +conclusion that there was nothing in common between cattle raising and +journalism was not a result of an involved process of reasoning, and had he not +been endowed with a sense of humor he might have become embittered. Though a +sacrifice be made cheerfully, there lingers always its ghost to draw mental +pictures of “what might have been.” Hollis would have been more than +human had he not felt some little regret over his sacrifice.</p> + +<p>It had seemed to him, as two weeks before he had ridden away from the court +house–sitting on the seat of the buckboard beside Neil Norton, his +suitcases tucked snugly away underneath–that he was once and for all +severing his connection with the big, bustling world in which he had moved; in +whose busy scenes he had been so vitally interested. His had been a big work; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54'></a>54</span> seated at his desk +in the “city” room of his newspaper he had many times likened +himself unto an argus-eyed recording angel whose business it was to keep in view +each of the many atoms of a busy multitude and to accord to them that amount of +space that their importance seemed to demand. He had loved his work; it had +broadened him, had provided him with exactly the proportion of mental exercise +needed to keep him on edge and in a position to enjoy life. He had lived in the +East–really lived. Out here he would merely exist, though, he assured +himself grimly, his enemies would have to pay dearly for his sacrifice.</p> + +<p>The picture of his journey to the Circle Bar ranch was still fresh in his +mind as he rode slowly away from Neil Norton, whom he had left sitting in his +saddle on a ridge, watching him. The long twilight had brought its lengthening +shadows that night before Norton had struck the Circle Bar trail, and before +they had traveled a mile of the ten that lay before them night had come. Hollis +had been little inclined to talk and Norton did not disturb him, but gave his +attention to the horses. There had been no moon and few stars, and darkness, as +under a blanket, had settled over them before they were many miles from Dry +Bottom.</p> + +<p>The country seemed nothing more than a vast <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_55'></a>55</span> plain, broken here and there by ridges and +depressions. Occasionally a low hill loomed out of the darkness, the shadows +deepening around it; now and then the buckboard passed through a draw, the +wheels sinking hub-deep in the loose sand. Several dry arroyos crossed the +trail, but with a knowledge that seemed almost marvelous Norton cleverly avoided +these pitfalls. Hollis could not see a foot ahead, but the location of the trail +seemed to be no mystery to the range boss, for he drove the horses steadily on, +hesitating for nothing.</p> + +<p>Once during the ride Norton broke the silence with a subdued cackle of mirth, +and at another time he laughed aloud.</p> + +<p>“I’d liked to have seen Big Bill when you hit him!” he +observed, regret in his voice. “I reckon he might have been just a little +surprised!”</p> + +<p>To which Hollis made no reply. At another time Norton broke the silence long +enough to inquire:</p> + +<p>“I reckon mebbe you wouldn’t have hit him so hard if you’d +knowed who he was?”</p> + +<p>“I think I should have hit a little harder,” returned Hollis +quietly.</p> + +<p>“Why, hell!” declared Norton with a laugh; “I reckon you +would have done just that!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56'></a>56</span>About ten +o’clock they came in sight of some straggling posts, and Norton assured +Hollis that the posts were strung with wire, forming a fence which skirted one +side of the Circle Bar pasture. A few minutes later a dog barked and at +Norton’s call came bounding up to the buckboard, yipping joyously. Hollis +could make out his shape as he cavorted about.</p> + +<p>“My dog,” offered the range boss. “Half wolf, the other +half just dog.” He chuckled over his joke. “Best dog you ever +see,” he boasted; “money couldn’t buy him. Like +dogs?”</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded and then realizing that Norton could not see him in the +darkness, voiced a quick “yes”.</p> + +<p>In the distance Hollis saw a sudden square of light illuminate the wall of +darkness into which they had been driving; a door had been opened. Evidently the +dog’s barking had aroused the inmates of the building, for as the +buckboard drew nearer Hollis saw several figures flit out of the door-way. +Norton drove the horses close to the building and brought them to a halt with a +sonorous “whoa”! Then he turned to Hollis and spoke with a drawl: +“This here building is the Circle Bar bunkhouse; them’s some of your +men.”</p> + +<p>Hollis remarked the size of the building and Norton laughed grimly. +“There was a time <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_57'></a>57</span> when it wasn’t any too big,” he said. +“Five years ago your dad had twenty-seven men on the pay-roll. If Dunlavey +an’ his damn association hadn’t showed up he’d have had them +yet.” He turned toward three men who were lounging in the doorway. +“Hey, you guys!” he yelled; “this here’s your new boss. +If you-all ain’t glued there you might grab his grips an’ tote them +up to the ranchhouse. Tell the missus that I’ll be along directly with the +boss.”</p> + +<p>Amusement over the Southern twang that marked Norton’s speech filled +Hollis. He had noticed it before and it had made plain to him the reason of +Norton’s unhurried movements, his slow humor, his habit of quiet +scrutiny.</p> + +<p>But he had little time for reflection. At Norton’s words two men sprang +forward to the buckboard and he saw his suitcases disappear into the darkness in +the direction of a light that he now saw flickering from some little distance. +He jumped out of the buckboard and saw another man spring to the horses’ +heads and lead them away into the darkness. Then he followed Norton into the +light from the open doorway. Presently he was shaking hands with a man who stood +there, whose chief articles of raiment were overalls, boots, and a woolen shirt. +Almost instantly, it seemed, two of the others had returned <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_58'></a>58</span> and Norton was introducing them as +“Ace,” “Lanky,” and “Weary.” These +pseudonyms were picturesque and descriptive, though at the time Hollis was in a +state of pained incomprehension concerning them. Later he was informed that Ace +had been so named on account of having once been caught slipping a playing card +of that character into his bootleg during a game of poker. +Incidentally–Hollis was told–gun-play had resulted. That Ace was +still active proved that the other man might have profited by keeping his +knowledge to himself. Obviously, Lanky deserved his appellation–he was a +trifle over six feet tall and proportioned like a young sapling. Weary had been +born tired–so Hollis was told by the latter’s defamers; defamers, +for later Hollis discovered that no man in the outfit could show more surprising +agility on occasion than this same Weary.</p> + +<p>Hollis found himself inside the bunkhouse, where he was critically inspected +by the three men–and before he left, by the fourth, who answered to the +name of “Bud.” Norton told him that these four comprised his +outfit–Bud acting as blacksmith. Hollis remained with the men only long +enough to announce that there would be no change; that he intended to hang on +and fight for his rights. When Norton told them <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_59'></a>59</span> that Hollis had already begun the fight by slugging +Dunlavey and Yuma Ed, the enthusiasm of the four men was unbounded. They assured +him profanely that they were with him to the “finish”–whatever +it might be. After which Hollis departed to the ranchhouse.</p> + +<p>He found Mrs. Norton to be a pleasant faced woman of twenty-seven or eight, +who had–according to Norton–“bossed him for seven +years.” Norton grinned hugely over his wife’s embarrassed +protest.</p> + +<p>“I haven’t ‘bossed’ him,” she told Hollis, while +Norton looked on with amusement, “though there have been times when he +richly deserved it.” There was a spirited flash in the lady’s eyes +as she looked at her lord.</p> + +<p>“I don’t wish to take sides in any marital controversy,” +Hollis told them. “I don’t care to parade my ignorance. +However,” he smiled, with a wink at Norton, “most men need a boss, +if for no other reason than to teach them the value of discipline.”</p> + +<p>“There!” said Mrs. Norton with a triumphant laugh, and +immediately left the two men and went into the kitchen.</p> + +<p>After partaking of a hearty meal Hollis and Norton went out on the porch for +a smoke and a talk, and it was near midnight when Hollis <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_60'></a>60</span> tumbled into bed, distinctly pleased with +the range boss and his admirable wife. He was asleep within five minutes.</p> + +<p>The sun was streaming into his window when he hopped out of bed the next +morning, refreshed and eager to make a trip of inspection over his property. He +came down stairs lightly, in the hope of being able to slip outside without +disturbing anybody, but upon opening the stair door he was surprised to find the +cloth on the table in the dining room already spread and hot food steaming upon +it. Mrs. Norton was bustling about from the kitchen to the dining room. +Evidently the Nortons had been astir for hours.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Norton smilingly directed him to a wash basin on a bench just outside +the door and stood in the opening a moment, watching him as he drenched his face +with the cold water. There was in her manner only the solicitous concern of the +hostess whose desire is to place a guest at ease. Hollis decided that Norton had +been most fortunate in his choice of a “boss.”</p> + +<p>“Neil has gone down into the big basin to look after the men,” +she told him from the doorway. “I don’t expect him to return for +some little time. Come in to breakfast when you are ready.”</p> + +<p>To his protest that he would wait until Norton’s <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_61'></a>61</span> return before breakfasting she replied +with a smile that her husband had already breakfasted, telling him also that in +this part of the country everyone rose with the sun.</p> + +<p>He stood on the edge of the porch for a moment after washing, drinking in the +air that came to him from the plains–a breeze laden with the clear aroma +of the sage-brush moist with the dew of the night. When he entered the house +Mrs. Norton was nowhere to be seen and he drew up a chair and breakfasted +alone.</p> + +<p>A little later he embarked upon a tour of inspection. All of the buildings, +with the exception of the ranchhouse, which was constructed of logs, with a +gable roof and plastered interstices–were built of adobe, low, squat +structures with flat roofs. There were six of them–the bunkhouse, mess +house, blacksmith shop, the range boss’s private shack (from which Norton +and his wife had removed after the death of the elder Hollis), the stable, and +one other building for the storing of miscellaneous articles. Hollis inspected +them all and was not quite convinced that they had reached the stage of +dilapidation suggested by Judge Graney.</p> + +<p>During his inspection Hollis had seen a patch of garden, some chickens, and +down in a small pasture some cows that he supposed were kept <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62'></a>62</span> for milking. He was +leaning on the top rail of the corral fence after he had concluded his trip of +inspection when he heard a clatter of hoofs behind him and turned to observe +Norton, just riding up to the corral gate. The range boss wore a grin of +pleasure.</p> + +<p>“How you findin’ things?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>“In better shape than I expected–after listening to Judge +Graney,” smiled Hollis.</p> + +<p>Norton looked critically at him. “Then you ain’t changed your +mind about stayin’ here?” he inquired.</p> + +<p>“No,” returned Hollis; “I believe I shall get used to it in +time.”</p> + +<p>Norton dismounted, his eyes alight with satisfaction. “That’s the +stuff!” he declared. He threw the reins over his pony’s head and +seized Hollis by an arm. “Come along with me–down to my +shack,” he said; “I’ve got somethin’ to show +you.”</p> + +<p>Without further words he led Hollis toward a building–the one he had +occupied previous to the death of the elder Hollis. There were three rooms in +the building and in the front one were several articles of furniture and some +boxes. One of these boxes Norton opened, taking therefrom several articles of +wearing apparel, consisting of a pair of corduroy trousers, a pair of <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63'></a>63</span> leathern chaps, boots, +spurs, two woolen shirts, a blue neckerchief, a broad felt hat, and last, with a +grin of amusement over Hollis’s astonished expression, a cartridge belt to +which was attached a holster containing a Colt .45.</p> + +<p>“I bought this outfit over at Santa Fé two months ago,” he +informed Hollis, who was gravely contemplating the lay-out, +“expectin’ to wear them myself some day. But when I got home I found +they didn’t quite fit.” He surveyed Hollis with a critical eye. +“I’ve been thinkin’ ever since you come that you’d fit +pretty snug in them.” He raised a protesting hand as Hollis was about to +speak. “I ain’t givin’ them to you,” he grinned. +“But you can’t wear no tenderfoot clothes out here. Some day when +we’re together an’ we’ve got time you can blow me to another +outfit; I won’t hesitate about takin’ it.” He leaned over and +tapped the butt of the Colt. “You ever handle one of them?” he +questioned.</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. Once during a shooting tournament he had done good work with a +pistol. But Norton laughed at his nod.</p> + +<p>“Mebbe we do it a little different out here,” he smiled. +“You hop into them duds an’ we’ll go out into the cottonwood +yonder an’ try out your gun.” He pointed through the door to a <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64'></a>64</span> small clump of cottonwoods +beyond the bunkhouse.</p> + +<p>He went out and fifteen minutes later Hollis joined him, looking thoroughly +at home in his picturesque rigging. An hour later they returned to the corral +fence, where Norton caught up his pony and another, saddling the latter for +Hollis. He commented briefly upon the new owner’s ability with the +six-shooter.</p> + +<p>“You use your fists a little better than you use a gun,” he +remarked with his peculiar drawl, “but I reckon that on the whole +you’ll be able to take care of yourself–after you’ve had a +little practise gettin’ your gun out.” He laughed with a grim humor. +“More men have been killed in this country on account of bein’ slow +on the draw than for any other reason. Don’t never monkey with it unless +you intend to use it, an’ then see that you get it out middlin’ +rapid. That’s the recipe,” he advised.</p> + +<p>The pony that he had selected for Hollis was a slant-eyed beast, larger than +the average, with rangy limbs, black in color with a white muzzle and fetlocks. +Hollis voted him a “beaut” after he had ridden him a mile or two and +found that he had an easy, steady stride.</p> + +<p>Together they made a round of the basin, returning to the ranchhouse for +dinner. Hollis <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65'></a>65</span> was +saddle weary and when Norton proposed another trip during the afternoon he was +met with the response that the new owner purposed enjoying the cool of the +ranchhouse porch for the remainder of the day.</p> + +<p>The next morning Hollis was up with the dawn and out on the porch splashing +water over his face from the wash basin that stood outside the door. For a long +time after washing he stood on the porch, looking out over the big basin at this +new and strange world. Endless it seemed, lying before him in its solemn +silence; a world of peace, of eternal sunlight, smiling skies, and infinite +distance. It seemed unreal to him. Did this same planet hold the busy cities to +which he had been accustomed? The stuffy room, with its smell of damp ink, its +litter of papers–his room in the newspaper offices, filled with desks and +the clatter of typewriters? Through whose windows came the incessant clamor that +welled up from the streets below? He laughed at the thought and turned to see +Norton standing in the doorway looking at him with a smile.</p> + +<p>“Comparin’ her with your little old East?” inquired the +latter.</p> + +<p>Hollis confessed that he had been doing something of that sort.</p> + +<p>“Well,” returned Norton, “there ain’t any <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66'></a>66</span> way to compare this +country with anything else. Seems as though when the world was made the Lord had +a few million miles left which he didn’t know what to do with an’ so +he just dumped it down out here. An’ then, havin’ business somewhere +else about that time he forgot about it an’ left it to get along as best +it could–which wasn’t none too rapid.”</p> + +<p>This conversation had taken place just twelve days ago, yet Norton’s +words still remained fresh in Hollis’s mind. Yet he did not altogether +agree with Norton. The West had impressed him far more than he cared to +admit.</p> + +<p>This morning, directly after breakfast Hollis and Norton had saddled their +horses and ridden out of the basin toward the river, into a section of the +country that Hollis had not yet explored. Emerging from the basin, they came to +a long, high ridge. On its crest Norton halted. Hollis likewise drew in his +pony. From here they could see a great stretch of country, sweeping away into +the basin beneath it, toward a mountain range whose peaks rose barren and smooth +in the white sunlight.</p> + +<p>“This here’s ‘Razor-Back’ ridge,” explained Norton as +the ponies halted; “called that on account of bein’ so unusually +narrow on the top.” He pointed to some buildings which Hollis had seen but +to which he had given very little attention, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_67'></a>67</span> thinking they were those of the Circle Bar. +“Them’s the Circle Cross buildings,” resumed Norton. +“They’re about three miles from the Circle Bar ranchhouse, directly +north through that cottonwood back of the bunkhouse where you tried your gun the +day after you come out here. Down below there–where you see them two big +cottonwood trees–is ‘Big Elk’ crossin’. There’s another +somethin’ like it back up the crick a ways, on the other side of the +ranchhouse, called the ‘Narrows.’” He laughed grimly. “But we +don’t use them crossins’ much–they’re dead lines; +generally you’ll find there’s a Circle Cross man or so hangin’ +around them–with a rifle. So it don’t pay to go monkeyin’ +around there unless you’ve got pressin’ business.”</p> + +<p>He made a grimace. “It’s my opinion that a good many Circle Bar +cattle have crossed the crick in them two places–never to come +back.” He swept a hand up the river, indicating the sentinel like buttes +that frowned above the bed of the stream. “The crick is pretty +shallow,” he continued, “but Big Elk an’ the Narrows are the +only two places where a man can cross in safety–if we consider that there +wouldn’t be any Circle Cross man hangin’ around them two places. But +there ain’t no other place to cross an’ so we don’t go on the +other side much.”</p> + +<p>He turned to Hollis, looking at him with a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_68'></a>68</span> quaint smile. “From here you can see everything +that amounts to anything in this section–which ain’t a heap. Of +course over there are some mountains–where we was a few days ago +lookin’ up the boys”–he pointed to some serrated peaks that +rose somberly in the southwestern distance–“but as you saw there +ain’t much to them except rocks an’ lava beds. There’s some +hills there”–pointing to the south–“but there +ain’t nothin’ to see in them. They look a heap better from here than +they do when you get close to them. That’s the way with lots of things, +ain’t it?”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled. “I like it,” he said quietly, “much better +than I did when I came.” He turned to Norton with a whimsical smile. +“I suppose it will strike you as peculiar, but I’ve got a notion +that I would like to ride around a while alone. I don’t mean that I +don’t like your company, for I do. But the notion has just struck +me.”</p> + +<p>Norton laughed indulgently. “I reckon I won’t consider that +you’re trying to slight me,” he returned. “I know exactly how +you feel; that sort of thing comes over everybody who comes to this +country–sooner or later. Generally it’s later, when a man has got +used to the silence an’ the bigness an’ so on. But in your <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69'></a>69</span> case it’s sooner. +You’ll have to have it out with yourself.”</p> + +<p>His voice grew serious. “But don’t go ridin’ too far. +An’ keep away from the river trail.”</p> + +<p>In spite of his ready acquiescence he sat for some time on his pony, watching +Hollis as the latter urged his pony along the ridge. Just before Hollis +disappeared down the slope of the ridge he turned and waved a hand to Norton, +and the latter, with a grim, admiring smile, wheeled his pony and loped it over +the back trail.</p> + +<p>Once down the slope of the ridge Hollis urged his pony out into the level of +the basin, through some deep saccatone grass, keeping well away from the river +trail as advised by the range boss.</p> + +<p>In spite of his serious thoughts Hollis had not been dismayed over the +prospect of remaining at the Circle Bar to fight Dunlavey and his crew. He +rather loved a fight; the thought of clashing with an opposing force had always +filled him with a sensation of indefinable exultation. He reveled in the +primitive passions. He had been endowed by nature with those mental and physical +qualities that combine to produce the perfect fighter. He was six feet of brawn +and muscle; not an ounce of superfluous flesh encumbered him–he had been +hammered and hardened into a state of physical perfection by several years of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70'></a>70</span> athletic training, +sensible living, and good, hard, healthy labor. Circumstances had not permitted +him to live a life of ease. The trouble between his parents–which had +always been much of a mystery to him–had forced him at a tender age to go +out into the world and fight for existence. It had toughened him; it had trained +his mind through experience; it had given him poise, persistence, +tenacity–those rare mental qualities without which man seldom rises above +mediocrity.</p> + +<p>Before leaving Dry Bottom to come to the Circle Bar he had telegraphed his +mother that he would be forced to remain indefinitely in the West, and the +sending of this telegram had committed him irrevocably to his sacrifice. He knew +that when his mother received a letter from him explaining the nature of the +work that required his presence in Dry Bottom she would approve his course. At +least he was certain that she would not advise surrendering.</p> + +<p>After riding for more than an hour he came to a shallow draw and urged his +pony through the deep sand of its center. On the other side of the draw the +country became suddenly rocky; great boulders were strewn indiscriminately +about, as though some giant hand had distributed them carelessly, without regard +to their final resting place. A lava bed, looming gray and dead under <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71'></a>71</span> a barren rock hill, caught +his attention, and he drew his pony to a halt and sat quietly in the saddle +examining it. From the lava bed his gaze went to a weird mineral shape that rose +in the distance–an inverted cone that seemed perfectly balanced on its +narrowest point. He studied this long without moving, struck with the miraculous +stability of the thing; it seemed that a slight touch would send it tumbling +down.</p> + +<p>He realized that he had stumbled upon a spot that would have provided +pleasure to a geological student. To him it was merely a source of wonder and +awe. Some mighty upheaval of nature had created this, and he continued to gaze +at it, his mind full of conjecture.</p> + +<p>To his right rose a precipitous rock wall surmounted by a fringe of thick +shrubbery. On the left was another wall, perpendicular, flat on its top and +stretching away into the distance, forming a grass plateau. Directly in front of +him was a narrow canyon through which he could see a plain that stretched away +into the unknown distance.</p> + +<p>It was a magnificent country; he did not now regret his decision to remain +here. He pulled out his watch, noting that its hands pointed to ten, and +realized that he must be off if he expected to reach the Circle Bar by noon.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72'></a>72</span>He sat erect in +the saddle, about to wheel his pony toward the draw through which he had +entered, when he heard a sharp sound. Startled, he glanced swiftly to his right, +searching the immediate vicinity for the agency which had created sound in this +vast silence. He stiffened slowly in the saddle, his face gradually paling. Not +over a hundred feet from him, partly concealed by a big boulder, stood a man +with a rifle, the muzzle of the weapon trained fairly on him.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73'></a>73</span><a id='link_5'></a>CHAPTER V<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE GIRL OF DRY BOTTOM</span></h2> + +<p>Hollis was not frightened, though he was in a position that might have +aroused fear or apprehension in any man’s mind. He was alone, the man had +him covered with the rifle, and assuredly this was one of Dunlavey’s +hirelings.</p> + +<p>Hollis glanced swiftly around. Certain signs–some shrubbery that he saw +through the canyon, a bald butte or two rising in the distance–told him +that he was near the river. And Norton had told him to keep away from the river +trail. In his eagerness to explore the country he had forgotten all about +Norton’s warning.</p> + +<p>The prospect was not a hopeful one, yet Hollis could not have admitted to +feeling any alarm. He realized that had the man intended any immediate harm he +would have shot him down long before this–while he had sat motionless in +the saddle inspecting the place. Concerning the man’s intentions he could +only speculate, but assuredly they were not peaceful.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74'></a>74</span>For a little time +the man remained motionless and Hollis sat quiet, looking at him. The weapon had +not moved; its muzzle still menaced him and he watched it closely, wondering +whether the man would give him any warning when about to pull the trigger.</p> + +<p>Many minutes dragged and the man did not move. A slow anger began to steal +over Hollis; the man’s inaction grated on his nerves.</p> + +<p>“Well!” he challenged sharply. “What do you +want?”</p> + +<p>There was no answer. Hollis could see only the man’s head and shoulders +projecting above the boulder, and the rifle–steady and +level–menacing him. With an exclamation of rage and disdain he seized the +bridle rein and pulled sharply on it, swinging the pony’s head around. The +rifle crashed venomously; Hollis felt the right sleeve of his shirt flutter, and +he pulled the pony abruptly up.</p> + +<p>“Just to show you!” came the man’s voice, mockingly. +“If you move again until I give the word you won’t know where +you’ve been hit!”</p> + +<p>Hollis was satisfied–the man undoubtedly meant business. He settled +back into the saddle and looked down at his shirt sleeve. The bullet had passed +very close to the arm. If the man <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_75'></a>75</span> had meant the bullet for that particular spot he was +a deadly marksman. In the face of such marvelous shooting Hollis did not care to +experiment further. But his anger had not yet abated.</p> + +<p>“No doubt you are enjoying yourself!” he said with bitter +sarcasm. “But the pleasure is all yours. I am not enjoying myself a bit, I +assure you. And I don’t like the idea of being a target for you to shoot +at!”</p> + +<p>A laugh came back to Hollis–a strange, unnatural, sardonic cackle that, +in spite of his self-control, caused his flesh to creep. And then the +man’s voice:</p> + +<p>“No, you don’t like it. I knew that all along. But you’re +going to stay here for seven weeks while I shoot holes in you!” He laughed +again, his voice high and shrill, its cackling cadences filling the place.</p> + +<p>“Seven weeks in Devil’s Hollow!” came the voice again. +“Seven weeks! Seven weeks!”</p> + +<p>Hollis felt his heart thumping heavily against his ribs, while a sinking +sensation in the pit of his stomach told him that his courage was touched. He +realized now why the man had not shot him down immediately. He was a maniac!</p> + +<p>For a few terrible seconds Hollis sat in the saddle while the world reeled +around him; while the rocks and cliffs danced fantastically. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76'></a>76</span> Courage he had to be sure; +he had already become resigned to death before the man’s rifle, but he had +imagined the man to be in full possession of his senses; imagined his death to +have been planned out of the deliberate coolness of reason. Such a death would +have been bad enough, but to meet death at the hands of a man mentally +unbalanced! Somehow it seemed different, seemed horribly unreal–like a +terrible nightmare.</p> + +<p>It was some seconds before he regained control of himself, and then he +steadied himself in the saddle, assuring himself in a burst of bitter, ironic +humor that death at the hands of a crazy man could be no worse than death at the +hands of a rational one.</p> + +<p>He looked up again, a defiant smile on his lips, to see that both man and +rifle had disappeared. In a flash he saw his chance and took advantage of it. In +an instant he was off his pony; in another he was behind a convenient rock, +breathing easier, his senses alert. For some little time he remained in the +shelter of the rock, awaiting the other man’s movements. He did not doubt +that acting upon some freakish impulse, the man had left his boulder and was +even now stalking him from some other direction. He peered carefully about him. +He had no thought of shooting the man–that would be murder, for the man +was not <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77'></a>77</span> mentally +responsible for his actions. His efforts must be centered solely upon some plan +for saving his own life.</p> + +<p>To do this he realized that he must be careful. In view of the man’s +unerring marksmanship it would be certain death for him to expose himself for an +instant. But he must take some chances. Convinced of this he peered around the +edge of his rock, taking a flashing glance around him. The man was nowhere to be +seen. Hollis waited some little time and then taking another glance and not +seeing the man, rose slowly to his feet and crouched. Then, filled with a +sudden, reckless impulse, he sprang for another rock a dozen feet distant, +expecting each instant to hear the crash of the man’s rifle. But he +succeeded in gaining the shelter of the other rock intact. Evidently the man was +looking for him in some other direction.</p> + +<p>Emboldened with his success he grimly determined on advancing to another rock +some twenty or thirty feet farther on. As in the first instance he succeeded in +gaining it in safety. His maneuvering had been circuitous, bringing him into a +position from which he could see partly behind the rock where the man had been +concealed.</p> + +<p>And now, having gained the second rock in <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_78'></a>78</span> safety, Hollis decided to take no more chances. +Sooner or later, he was convinced, the man was sure to see him as he jumped. He +did not like the picture that his imagination conjured up. Therefore his actions +were now marked with more caution. It took him a long time to gain a position +where he could peer over the upper edge of the rock behind which he was +concealed. But he gained it finally and then dropped back with an exclamation of +surprise. He had caught a glimpse of the man. He was lying face upward behind +the boulder, his arms outstretched, his rifle lying in the dust near him.</p> + +<p>Hollis was tempted to make a run for his pony, mount, and race out of the +hollow. But a second thought restrained him. He had considered the man’s +action merely a ruse, but why should he attempt it after he had once had an +opportunity to make use of his rifle? Still for an instant Hollis hesitated, for +he knew there was no rule by which a maniac’s actions might be judged. +Then with a grim laugh he sprang over the few feet that separated him from the +man, approaching him carefully, still slightly doubtful.</p> + +<p>But the man was not shamming; Hollis could see that when he had approached +close enough to see his face. It bore a curious pallor, his eyes were wide open +and staring, and some foam <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_79'></a>79</span> flecked his lips. Evidently he had been overcome by a +paroxysm of his malady at about the moment Hollis had discovered it.</p> + +<p>Hollis stepped back and heaved a sigh of relief. Then he stepped over to +where the man’s rifle lay, taking it up and removing the cartridges. +Returning to the man he removed the cartridges from his belt and drew his +six-shooter from its holster, determined that when the man recovered from his +stupor there would be no danger of a recurrence of the previous incident. Then +he leaned against the boulder to await the man’s recovery.</p> + +<p>Ten minutes later, while he still watched the man, he heard a clatter of +hoofs. Determined not to be taken by surprise again he drew his own six-shooter +and peered cautiously around the edge of the boulder. What he saw caused him to +jam the weapon back into its holster very hurriedly. Then he stepped out of his +concealment with a red, embarrassed face to greet a young woman whose expression +of doubt and fear was instantly replaced by one of pleasure and recognition as +she caught sight of him. It was the girl of Dry Bottom.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” she said. “Is it you? I was afraid―” And +then she saw the man and was off her pony in a flash and at his head, supporting +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80'></a>80</span> it and pouring +something down his throat from a bottle.</p> + +<p>She rose presently, embarrassment crimsoning her face. Hollis saw her lips +quiver when she turned and spoke to him.</p> + +<p>“He will be all right–now,” she said, facing Hollis, her +eyes drooping as though ashamed to meet his. “He has had another attack of +his–his trouble.” She looked suddenly up at Hollis, bravely trying +to repress her emotion–but with little success.</p> + +<p>“You heard what he–Big Bill Dunlavey–said about my +brother?” she questioned, her eyes full and moist. Hollis nodded and she +continued rapidly, her voice quavering: “Well, he told the truth.” +Her voice trailed away into a pitiful wail, and she stepped over and leaned +against the boulder, sobbing quietly into her hands. “That’s why it +hurts so,” she added.</p> + +<p>Hollis yielded to a sudden wave of sympathy. He stood close to her, aware of +his inability to cope with this strange situation. She looked so small, so out +of place, he felt that whatever he did or said would not help matters. What he +did say, however, assisted in restoring her composure.</p> + +<p>“I am glad I slugged him!” he said heatedly.</p> + +<p>She turned suddenly to him, her eyes flashing spiritedly through the moisture +in them.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81'></a>81</span>“Oh, it was +great!” she declared, her hands clenching at the recollection. “I +could have shaken hands with you–with the hand that struck him!”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled whimsically. “I’ve still got the hand,” he +said significantly, extending it toward her–“if you have not +reconsidered.” He laughed as she took it and pressed it firmly. “I +rather think that we’ve both got a shake coming on that,” he added. +“I didn’t understand then about your brother or I would have added a +few extra pounds to that punch.”</p> + +<p>Her face clouded as he mentioned her brother. “Poor Ed,” she said +in a low voice. She went over to the man, leaning over him and smoothing back +the hair from his forehead, Hollis looking glumly on, clenching his teeth in +impotent sympathy.</p> + +<p>“These attacks do not come often,” she volunteered as she again +approached Hollis. “But they do come,” she added, her voice +catching. Hollis did not reply, feeling that he had no right to be inquisitive. +But she continued, slightly more at ease and plainly pleased to have some one in +whom she might confide.</p> + +<p>“Ed was injured a year ago through a fall,” she informed Hollis. +“He was breaking a wild horse and a saddle girth broke and he fell, +striking on his head. The wound healed, but he has <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_82'></a>82</span> never been the same. At intervals these +attacks come on and then he is irresponsible–and dangerous.” She +shuddered. “You were watching him,” she added, looking suddenly at +him; “did you find him as he is or did he attack you? Frequently when he +has these attacks he comes here to Devil’s Hollow, explaining that he +expects to find some of Dunlavey’s men. He doesn’t like +Dunlavey,” she added with a flush, “since Dunlavey―” She +hesitated and then went on determinedly–“well, since Dunlavey told +him that he wanted to marry me. But Ed says that Dunlavey has a wife in Tucson +and–well, I wouldn’t have married him anyway–the +brute!”</p> + +<p>“Exactly,” agreed Hollis gravely, trying to repress a thrill of +satisfaction; “of course you couldn’t marry him.” He +understood now the meaning of Dunlavey’s words to her in Dry Bottom. +“If you wasn’t such a damn prude,” he had said. He looked at +the girl with a sudden, grim smile. “He said something about running you +and your brother out of the country,” he said; “of course you +won’t allow him to do that?”</p> + +<p>The girl’s slight figure stiffened. “I would like to see him try +it!” she declared defiantly.</p> + +<p>Hollis grinned. “That’s the stuff!” he <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_83'></a>83</span> sympathized. “I rather think that +Dunlavey is something of a bluffer–that folks in this country have allowed +him to have his own way too much.”</p> + +<p>She shook her head doubtfully. “I don’t know about that,” +she returned. Then she smiled. “You are the new owner of the Circle Bar, +aren’t you?”</p> + +<p>Hollis startled, looking at her with a surprised smile. “Yes,” he +returned, “I am the new owner. But how did you know it? I haven’t +told anyone here except Neil Norton and Judge Graney. Have Norton and the Judge +been talking?”</p> + +<p>“They haven’t talked to me,” she assured him with a demure +smile. “You see,” she added, “you were a stranger in Dry +Bottom, and after you left the Fashion you went right down to the court house. I +knew Judge Graney had been your father’s friend. And then I saw Neil +Norton coming into town with the buckboard.” She laughed. “You see, +it wasn’t very hard to add two and two.”</p> + +<p>“Why, no,” Hollis agreed, “it wasn’t. But how did you +happen to see me go down to the court house?”</p> + +<p>“Why, I watched you!” she returned. And then suddenly aware of +her mistake in admitting <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_84'></a>84</span> that she had felt an interest in him at their first +meeting, she lowered her gaze in confusion and stood, kicking with her booted +toe into a hummock, her face suddenly very red.</p> + +<p>The situation might have been embarrassing for her had not her brother +created a diversion by suddenly sighing and struggling to sit up. The girl was +at his side in an instant, assisting him. The young man’s bewilderment was +pitiful. He sat silent for a full minute, gazing first at his sister and then at +Hollis, and finally at his surroundings. Then, when a rational gleam had come +into his eyes he bowed his head, a blush of shame sweeping over his face and +neck.</p> + +<p>“I expect I’ve been at it again,” he muttered, without +looking up.</p> + +<p>The girl leaned over him, reassuring him, patting his face lovingly, letting +him know by all a woman’s arts of the sympathy and love she bore for him. +Hollis watched her with a grim, satisfied smile. If he had had a sister he would +have hoped that she would be like her. He stepped forward and seized the young +man by the arm, helping him to his feet.</p> + +<p>“You are right now,” he assured him; “there has been no +harm done.”</p> + +<p>Standing, the young man favored Hollis with a careful inspection. He flushed +again. “You’re <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_85'></a>85</span> the man that rode through the draw,” he said. +“I saw you and thought you were one of Dunlavey’s men. I shot at you +once, and was going to shoot again, but something cracked in my head. I hope I +didn’t hit you.” Embarrassment again seized him; his eyes drooped. +“Of course you are not one of Dunlavey’s men,” he added, +“or you wouldn’t be here, talking to sis. No friend of +Dunlavey’s could do that.” He looked at the girl with a tender +smile. “I don’t know what I’d do if it wasn’t for +her,” he added, speaking to Hollis. “But I expect it’s a good +thing that I’m not crazy all the time.” He looked searchingly at +Hollis. “I’ve never seen you before,” he said. “Who are +you?”</p> + +<p>“I am Kent Hollis.”</p> + +<p>The young man’s eyes lighted. “Not Jim Hollis’s son?” +he asked.</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. The young man’s face revealed genuine pleasure. +“You going to stay in this here country?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“I am going to run the Circle Bar,” returned Hollis slowly.</p> + +<p>“Bully!” declared the young man. “There’s some folks +around here said you wouldn’t have nerve enough to stay.” He made a +wry face. “But I reckon you’ve got nerve or you’d have hit the +breeze when I started to stampede.” He <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_86'></a>86</span> suddenly held out a hand. “I like you,” +he said impulsively. “You and me are going to be friends. +Shake!”</p> + +<p>Hollis saw a smile of pleasure light up the girl’s face, which she +tried to conceal by brushing the young man’s clothing with a gloved hand, +meanwhile keeping him between her and Hollis.</p> + +<p>Hollis stood near the boulder, watching them as they prepared to depart, the +girl telling her brother that he would find his pony on the plains beyond the +canyon.</p> + +<p>“I am glad I didn’t hit you,” the young man told Hollis as +he started away with the girl. “If you are not scared off you might take a +run down to the shack some time–it’s just down the creek a +ways.”</p> + +<p>Hollis hesitated and then, catching the girl’s glance, he smiled.</p> + +<p>“I can’t promise when,” he said, looking at the girl, +“but you may be sure that I will look you up the first chance I +get.”</p> + +<p>He stood beside the boulder until he saw them disappear around the wall of +the canyon. Then with a satisfied grin he walked to his pony, mounted, and was +off through the draw toward the Circle Bar ranchhouse.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87'></a>87</span><a id='link_6'></a>CHAPTER VI<br /><span class='h2fs'>HOLLIS RENEWS AN ACQUAINTANCE</span></h2> + +<p>Rumor, that mysterious disseminator of news whose tongues are legion, +whispered that the Dry Bottom <i>Kicker</i> was to come to life. Wherefore +curiosity led many of Dry Bottom’s citizens past the door of the +<i>Kicker</i> office to steal covert glances at the young man whose figure was +bent over the desk inside. Many passed in silence after looking at the young +man–he did not see them. Others commented gravely or humorously according +to their whim–the young man did not hear them. Seated at the desk he gave +his attention to the tasks before him–he was not concerned with rumor; the +curiosity of Dry Bottom’s citizens did not affect him. Seriously, +methodically, steadily, he worked at his desk, while rumor wagged her tongues +and curiosity lounged past the window.</p> + +<p>It was Hollis’s first visit to the <i>Kicker</i> office; he had come to +work and there was much that he could do. He had found the <i>Kicker</i> +installed in a one story frame building, verging upon dilapidation, <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88'></a>88</span> unpainted, dingy. The +appearance of its exterior had given Hollis a queer sensation in the pit of the +stomach. He was cheered a little by the businesslike appearance of the interior. +It was not what he had been used to, but he felt that it would answer very well +in this locality, and–well, he planned to make improvements.</p> + +<p>About twenty by forty, he estimated the size of the interior. Originally +there had been only one room. This had been divided into three sections by +partitions. An old, flat-topped desk sat near the front window, a swivel chair +before it. Along the wall above the desk were several rows of shelving with +paste-board boxes and paper piled neatly up. Calendars, posters, and other +specimens of the printer’s art covered the walls. In the next room was +another desk. Piles of advertising electrotypes, empty forms, and papers filled +the corners. The composing room was in the rear. Everything was in order here; +type cases, stands, forms. There were a proof press, some galley racks, a +printing press, with a forlorn-looking gasolene engine near it. A small +cast-iron stove stood in a corner with its door yawning open, its front +bespattered with tobacco juice. A dilapidated imposing stone ranged along the +rear wall near a door that <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_89'></a>89</span> opened into the sunlight. A man stood before one of +the type cases distributing type. He did not look up at Hollis’s +entrance.</p> + +<p>“Hello!” greeted Hollis.</p> + +<p>The man hesitated in his work and looked up. “Hello,” he +returned, perfunctorily.</p> + +<p>“I suppose your name is Potter?” Hollis inquired cordially. Judge +Graney had told him that if he succeeded in finding the compositor he would have +him at the <i>Kicker</i> office this morning. Potter had gone to work without +further orders.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the man. He came forward.</p> + +<p>“I am the new owner of the <i>Kicker</i>,” Hollis informed him +with a smile.</p> + +<p>“Jim Hollis’s boy?” inquired Potter, straightening. At +Hollis’s nod he stepped quickly forward and grasped the hand the latter +offered him, squeezing it tightly. “Of course you are Jim Hollis’s +boy!” he said, finishing his inspection. “You are the living image +of him!” He swept his hand around toward the type case. “I am +working, you see. Judge Graney wrote me last week that you wanted me and I came +as soon as I could. Is it true that the <i>Kicker</i> is going to be a permanent +institution?”</p> + +<p>“The <i>Kicker</i> is here to stay!” Hollis informed him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90'></a>90</span>Potter’s +face lighted with pleasure. “That’s bully!” he said. +“That’s bully!”</p> + +<p>He was of medium height, slender, lean faced, with a magnificent head, and a +wealth of brown hair thickly streaked with silver. His thin lips were strong; +his chin, though a trifle weak, was well formed; his eyes slightly bleared, but +revealing, in spite of this defect, unmistakable intelligence. In the first +flashing glance which Hollis had taken at him he had been aware that here was a +person of more than ordinary mental ability and refinement. It was with a pang +of pity that he remembered Judge Graney’s words to the effect that he was +a good workman–“when sober.” Hollis felt genuinely sorry for +him.</p> + +<p>“I have had a talk with Judge Graney,” volunteered Potter. +“He tells me that you are a newspaper man. Between us we ought to be able +to get out a very respectable paper.”</p> + +<p>“We will,” calmly announced Hollis; “and we’ll get +the first issue out Saturday. Come in here and we’ll talk about +it.”</p> + +<p>He led the way to the front room and seated himself at the desk, motioning +Potter to another chair. Within the next hour he knew all about the +<i>Kicker</i>. It was a six-column sheet of four pages. The first page was +devoted to local news. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_91'></a>91</span> The second carried some local advertisements, +exchange clippings, and two or three columns of syndicate plate matter. On the +third page two columns were devoted to editorials, one to advertisements, and +three to local news in large type. The fourth, and last page was filled with +more plate matter and a litter of “foreign” +advertising–patent-medicines, soaps, hair-dye.</p> + +<p>At the first glance it appeared that the paper must be a paying proposition, +for there were a goodly proportion of advertisements. Yet Hollis had his +suspicions about the advertisements. When he had spoken to Potter about them he +discovered that quite a number of them were what is known to the craft as +“dead ads”–which meant advertisements upon which payment had +ceased and which were carried either for the purpose of filling up the paper or +because it was found cheaper to run them than to set type for the space which +would be left by their absence.</p> + +<p>“We won’t carry any dead ads!” announced Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Several of these are big merchants,” said Potter, pointing them +out with inky forefinger; “though the contracts have run out the +appearance of their ads lends the <i>Kicker</i> a certain moral +support–the little fellows don’t know that they are not paid for and +it draws their business.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92'></a>92</span>“We +don’t care for that kind of business,” smiled Hollis; +“we’re going to run a real newspaper. We’re going to get paid +ads!”</p> + +<p>“I hope so,” hesitatingly replied Potter.</p> + +<p>“Of course you do,” laughed Hollis; “but whether we get +paid ads or not this newspaper is coming out regularly and on time. Furthermore, +we’re going to cut down on this plate stuff; we don’t want a paper +filled with stale articles on snakes, antedated ocean disasters, Egyptian +monoliths, and the latest style in opera hats. We’ll fill the paper with +local news–we’ll ginger things up a little. You are pretty well +acquainted here–I’ll leave the local items to you. What town near +here compares with Dry Bottom in size?”</p> + +<p>“There’s Lazette,” returned Potter; “over in Colfax +County.”</p> + +<p>“How far from here?”</p> + +<p>“Eighty miles.”</p> + +<p>“Got a newspaper?”</p> + +<p>“Yes; the <i>Eagle</i>.”</p> + +<p>“Bully! Step on the <i>Eagle’s</i> toes. Make the <i>Eagle</i> +scream. Get into an argument with it about something–anything. Tell +Lazette that as a town it’s forty miles behind Dry Bottom. That will stir +up public spirit and boom our subscription list. You see, Potter, civic pride is +a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93'></a>93</span> big asset to a +newspaper. We’ll start a row right off the reel. Furthermore, we’re +going to have some telegraph news. I’ll make arrangements for that +to-day.”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s enthusiasm was infectious; a flash of spirit lighted up +Potter’s eyes as he rose from his chair. “I’m going to set up +the head for the first page,” he said. “Probably you’ll want a +slogan; that sort of thing is the style out here.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll have one,” returned Hollis briskly. “Set this +in triple leads: <i>‘We Herald the Coming of the Law! The Kicker is Here to +Stay!’</i>”</p> + +<p>“Good!” declared Potter. He went into the composing room and +Hollis saw his fine old head bent over a type case. Hollis turned to his +desk.</p> + +<p>He sat there long, his tall, lithe body slack, grim, serious lines in his +lean face. He had thought of his conversation with Judge Graney concerning +ambition–his ambition, the picture upon which his mind had dwelt many +times. A little frame printing office in the West was not one of its features. +He sighed with resignation and began methodically to look over the papers in the +desk, finding many things to interest him. He discovered that in spite of his +father’s one great fault he had been a methodical man. He smiled +regretfully, wishing that he might have been able to have seen more of him. +Among the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94'></a>94</span> papers he +hoped to find a personal note–a word–from his father. He found +nothing of that character.</p> + +<p>After a time he took up a pen and began to write. Long ago he had decided +that in the first issue of the paper he would attack the Cattlemen’s +Association. Judge Graney had ridden out to the Circle Bar on the previous +Saturday afternoon, remaining over Sunday, and accompanying Hollis on the return +trip Monday morning.</p> + +<p>While at the ranch the Judge had spent much of his time in communicating to +Hollis his views of the situation in Union County and in acquainting him with +the elder Hollis’s intentions regarding the newspaper. Hollis had made +some inquiries on his own account, with the result that when he reached the +<i>Kicker</i> office this morning he felt that he had acquired a good and +sufficient knowledge of the situation.</p> + +<p>Looking over the old copy of the <i>Kicker</i> he studied some of the +advertisements. Evidently some Dry Bottom merchants had been brave enough to +antagonize Dunlavey by advertising in the <i>Kicker</i>. With this copy of the +<i>Kicker</i> in hand Hollis rose from his desk, told Potter he was going out, +and proceeded to visit some of the merchants whose advertisements appeared in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95'></a>95</span> the paper, hoping +that their bravery still abided with them. He made a good solicitor. Some of the +merchants flatly refused, saying they did not care to risk Dunlavey’s +anger. Others demurred, confidentially announcing that they had never considered +the paper seriously and that there was really no good in advertising in Dry +Bottom anyway–the town wasn’t big enough. Half a dozen listened +quietly while he told them that the <i>Kicker</i> was in Dry Bottom to stay and +then smiled and told him to run their advertisements. They rather admired his +“nerve” and were not afraid of Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>At noon Hollis stepped into a restaurant called the Alhambra. While he ate he +was critically inspected; the Alhambra swarmed with customers, and the +proprietor quietly informed him that he was a “drawin’ card” +and hoped he’d “grub” there regularly. In return for his +promise to do so Hollis secured his advertisement.</p> + +<p>Leaving the Alhambra he returned to the <i>Kicker</i> office, seating himself +again at his desk. The sun came slantwise through the window full upon him; the +heat was oppressive; the flint-like alkali dust sifted through the crevices in +the building and settled over everything in the room; myriad flies droned in the +white sunlight before the open door. He heard nothing, felt nothing, <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96'></a>96</span> saw nothing–for his +thoughts were miles away, in an upper story of a big office building in the East +from whose windows he even now looked down upon a bustling city.</p> + +<p>Life would be so different here. He heard a sound behind him and turned. +Dunlavey was standing just inside the door, his great arms folded over his +chest. He had been watching Hollis, his eyes narrowed with a cynically humorous +expression.</p> + +<p>Hollis knew that by this time Dunlavey must have discovered his identity. He +swung slowly around in his chair, his face wearing an expression of whimsical +amusement as he greeted his victim of a few days previous.</p> + +<p>“Welcome to the <i>Kicker</i> office,” he said quietly.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey did not move. Evidently he had expected another sort of greeting and +was slightly puzzled over Hollis’s manner. He remained motionless and +Hollis had an opportunity to study him carefully and thoroughly. His conclusions +were brief and comprehensive. They were expressed tersely to himself as he +waited for Dunlavey to speak: “A trickster and a +cheat–dangerous.”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey’s eyes flashed metallically for an instant, but immediately +the humorous cynicism came into them again. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_97'></a>97</span> “I don’t think you mean all of +that,” he said evenly.</p> + +<p>Hollis laughed. “I am not in the habit of saying things that I do not +mean,” he said quietly. “I am here to do business and I am ready to +talk to anybody who wants to do business with me.”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey’s hands fell to his sides and were shoved into his capacious +trousers’ pockets. “Right,” he said tersely: +“that’s what I’m here for–to talk business.”</p> + +<p>He pulled a chair over close to Hollis and seated himself in it, moving +deliberately, a certain grim reserve in his manner. Hollis watched him, +marveling at his self-control. He reflected that it required will power of a +rare sort to repress or conceal the rage which he surely must feel over his +humiliation of two weeks before. That Dunlavey was able to so mask his feelings +convinced Hollis that he had to deal with a man of extraordinary character.</p> + +<p>“I recollect meeting you the other day,” said Dunlavey after he +had become seated. He smiled with his lips, his eyes glittering again. +“I’ll say that we got acquainted then. There ain’t no need for +us to shake hands now.” He showed his teeth in a mirthless grin. “I +didn’t know you then, but I know you now. You’re Jim Hollis’s +boy.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98'></a>98</span>Hollis nodded. +Dunlavey continued evenly: “Your father and me wasn’t what you might +call bosom friends. I reckon Judge Graney has told you that–if he +ain’t you’ve heard it from some one else. It don’t make any +difference. So there won’t be any misunderstanding I’ll tell you +that I ain’t figgering on you and me hitching up to the mutual friendship +wagon either. I might say that we wasn’t introduced right.” He +grinned evilly. “But I ain’t letting what happened interfere with +the business that’s brought me here to-day. I’ve heard that +you’re intending to start the <i>Kicker</i> again; that you’re +figgering on staying here and running the Circle Bar. What I’m here for is +to buy you out. I’m offering you fifteen thousand dollars for the Circle +Bar and this damn newspaper.”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey had lost a little of the composure which had characterized his +actions since entering the office and the last words of his speech had writhed +venomously through his lips.</p> + +<p>Hollis’s face betrayed absolutely no emotion. Though Dunlavey’s +visit to the <i>Kicker</i> office had surprised him he was not surprised at his +offer for the ranch and the newspaper, for according to Judge Graney he had made +some such offer to the elder Hollis. Coming now, with an addition of five +thousand dollars, Dunlavey’s offer <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_99'></a>99</span> seemed to advertise his reluctance to continue the +war that he had waged. Hollis appreciated the situation. If Dunlavey were to buy +him off now there would come an end to the warfare that had already been an +expensive one for the interests represented by Dunlavey. Likewise, the +acceptance of the offer would give Hollis an opportunity to withdraw gracefully. +Dunlavey had placed the issue squarely before him. The young man held his future +in his hands and he did not reply at once.</p> + +<p>He sat silent for a few moments, studying the coarse, brutal face of the man +seated before him, noting that his under jaw had come forward slightly, and that +the cold, hard glitter had come again in his eyes. However, Hollis’s +silence meant nothing beyond the fact that he was going slowly over the history +of the fight between his father and the man who sat there representing the +interests which had begun the war. He had no thought of surrendering–that +would be dishonorable. He was merely revolving the situation in his mind, +considering how best to word his refusal. He did not want to appear belligerent; +he did not want to precipitate war. But he did want Dunlavey to know that he +purposed to have his rights; he wanted Dunlavey to know that he could not be +frightened into surrendering them. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_100'></a>100</span> He clasped one hand over his knee and leaned back +in his chair, his gaze meeting Dunlavey’s steadily.</p> + +<p>“Dunlavey,” he said quietly, “what is the actual value of +the Circle Bar ranch?”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey smiled blandly. “You couldn’t find any man around these +parts to take it at any price,” he returned.</p> + +<p>“Why?” questioned Hollis.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey grinned mysteriously. “I reckon you know why,” he +returned; “you’re pretty much of a tenderfoot, but I reckon Judge +Graney has put you wise to the situation. There ain’t nobody wants to buy +the Circle Bar except me.”</p> + +<p>“Why?” persisted Hollis.</p> + +<p>“I reckon you know that too,” laughed Dunlavey. “It +ain’t no secret. The Cattlemen’s Association is running things in +this here county and it ain’t wanting anyone to buy the Circle Bar except +me. And nobody is fool enough to antagonize the Association. That’s the +why, if you want to know real bad.”</p> + +<p>“You are frank about it at any rate,” conceded Hollis smiling +slightly. “But that doesn’t get us anywhere. What I am trying to get +at is this: what would the Circle Bar bring in cash if the Cattlemen’s +Association ceased to be a factor in the county?” <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_101'></a>101</span> Dunlavey grinned broadly. “For a +tenderfoot you’re real amusing,” he derided. “There +ain’t nobody out here crazy enough to think that the Cattlemen’s +Association will ever be put out of business!”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s lips curled a little, but his gaze was still steady.</p> + +<p>“That’s evasion, Dunlavey,” he said quietly. “You +will remember that I asked you what the Circle Bar would bring ‘if’ the +Association ceased to be a factor.”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey favored Hollis with a perplexed grin. “I don’t know what +difference that makes,” he returned. “We’re dealing with +what’s before us now–we ain’t considering what might be. But +if you want to know my personal opinion it’s that the Circle Bar might +bring thirty thousand.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks,” said Hollis dryly; “that’s getting +somewhere. And now we’ll be able to talk business. We’ve got thirty +thousand to start with. I am told that when the Association began its war +against my father he was rather prosperous. Usually he rounded up about two +thousand head of cattle. But we’ll call it a thousand. We’ll say +that they brought about thirty dollars a head, which would make an income of +thirty thousand dollars a year, gross. We’ll deduct fifty per cent <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102'></a>102</span> for operating expenses, +losses, and so on. That would leave about fifteen thousand. You’ve been +fighting the Circle Bar for several years. We’ll call it five. Five times +fifteen thousand is seventy-five thousand. That represents the sum which my +father would have made from the Circle Bar if you had not fought him. Add to +that the thirty thousand which you admit would be a fair figure for the ranch if +the Association were eliminated as a factor, and we have a total of one hundred +and five thousand dollars.” He smiled and leaned a little farther back in +his chair, narrowing his eyes at Dunlavey. “Now we have reached a point +where we can get somewhere. I’ll take one hundred thousand dollars for the +Circle Bar.”</p> + +<p>The calm announcement had no effect upon Dunlavey except to cause him to grin +derisively.</p> + +<p>“For a tenderfoot you’re pretty slick,” he allowed, his +teeth showing. “You’ve figgered it out so that it sounds right +reasonable. But you’ve forgot one thing. The Cattlemen’s Association +ain’t eliminated. It says that the Circle Bar is worth fifteen thousand. +You’ll take that or―” He smiled grimly, holding back the +threat.</p> + +<p>“I think I know what you mean,” said Hollis quietly, without +changing color. “You mean <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_103'></a>103</span> that the Cattlemen’s Association will +continue its fight and eventually ruin the Circle Bar. Perhaps it will–no +man can tell what lies in the future. But I can tell you this: you can’t +retard progress.”</p> + +<p>“No?” said Dunlavey with an irritating drawl.</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled composedly. He spoke without bitterness. +“Dunlavey,” he said, “I’m going to tell you something +which you perhaps know but will not admit. Your Association has been successful +in pulling the strings which make the politicians at Washington jump to do your +bidding. I don’t accuse you of buying them, but in any event they have +greased the ways over which your Association has slipped to power. And now you +think that the impetus you have gained will carry you along indefinitely. It +won’t. Everything in this world runs its natural course and when it does +there comes an end.</p> + +<p>“If you were endowed with the average foresight you would be able to +see that things cannot always go on the way they have. The law must come. It is +inevitable. Its coming will be facilitated by such organizations as the +Cattlemen’s Association and by such men as you. Back in the East the +forces of Good and Bad are battling. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_104'></a>104</span> The forces of Good will be victorious. The +government at Washington is familiar with the conditions that exist here and +sooner or later will be compelled to act. When it does the small cattle owner +will receive protection.”</p> + +<p>“We’re holding tight till the law comes,” sneered Dunlavey; +“which won’t be soon.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps not,” admitted Hollis dryly; “good things come +slowly. Meanwhile, if you don’t care to accept my figure for the Circle +Bar I shall follow your example and hold tight until the law comes.”</p> + +<p>“Meaning that you won’t sell, I suppose?” sneered +Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>“Meaning just that,” returned Hollis quietly. “I am going +to fight you. I have offered the Circle Bar at a fair figure and you have +responded with threats. I wouldn’t sell to you now if you offered one +hundred and fifty thousand. The Circle Bar is not for sale!”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey had not moved. He sat quiet, leaning a little forward, his hands +resting on his knees, his eyes narrowed to glittering pin-points as he watched +Hollis. When the latter had concluded he leaned back, laughing hoarsely.</p> + +<p>“What are you going to do with this damn newspaper?” he +demanded.</p> + +<p>“The newspaper will be used as a weapon <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_105'></a>105</span> against you,” returned Hollis. +“It will kick loud and long against such organizations as the +Cattlemen’s Association–against such men as you. Ostensibly the +<i>Kicker</i> will be a Dry Bottom newspaper, but it will appear in every city +in the East; the matter that appears in it will be reprinted in Chicago, in +Washington, in New York–in fact in every city in which I have a friend +engaged in the newspaper business–and I have a number. I am going to stir +up sentiment against you. I am going to be the Law’s advance +agent!”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey rose, his lips curling with contempt. “You make me +sick!” he sneered. He turned his back and walked to the door, returning +and standing in front of Hollis, ominously cool and deliberate. “So +that’s the how of it?” he said evenly. “You’ve come out +here looking for fight. Well, you’ll get it–plenty of it. I owe you +something―”</p> + +<p>“Wait, Dunlavey,” Hollis interrupted, without excitement; +“I want you to understand that there isn’t anything personal in +this. I am going to fight you because you are a member of the Cattlemen’s +Association and not because you were my father’s enemy. I am not afraid of +you. I suspect that you will try to make things decidedly interesting for me +from now on and I <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106'></a>106</span> +suppose I ought to be properly troubled. But I am not. I shall not be surprised +at anything you do. I think that is all. Please close the door when you go +out.”</p> + +<p>He turned to the desk, ignoring Dunlavey. Sitting there, his senses alert, he +heard the door slam. From beyond it came a curse. Silence again reigned in the +office; Hollis was alone with the dust and the heat–and some very original +thoughts.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107'></a>107</span><a id='link_7'></a>CHAPTER VII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE “KICKER” BECOMES AN INSTITUTION</span></h2> + +<p>It was mid-July–and hot. The sun shone continually; the nights were +uncomfortable, stifling. The dust was everywhere and grew deeper and lighter as +the days passed. Water grew scarce; cattle suffered, lowing throughout the +night, during the day searching the bogs and water holes for drops of moisture. +Men looked up at the clear, cloudless sky and prayed–and cursed–for +rain. The rain did not come. It was one long, continuous nightmare of heat.</p> + +<p>The <i>Kicker</i> had appeared four times–on Saturdays–on time. +Telegraphic communication with the outside world had been established. Potter +had taken up his residence at the Circle Bar. War had been declared between the +<i>Kicker</i> and the Lazette <i>Eagle</i>. Hollis had written an argumentative +essay on the virtues of Dry Bottom as a town, dwelling upon its superiority over +Lazette. The editor of the <i>Eagle</i> had replied with some bitterness, +setting forth in detail why Dry Bottom did <i>not</i> compare with Lazette. As +the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108'></a>108</span> editor of the +<i>Eagle</i> mentioned population and civic spirit in his bill of particulars +the war promised to be of long duration–questions of superiority between +spirited persons are never settled. And Hollis had succeeded in arousing the +spirit of Dry Bottom’s citizens. They began to take some interest in the +<i>Kicker</i>. Many subscribed; all read it.</p> + +<p>From the “local” columns of the paper one might have discovered +that many public and private improvements were contemplated. Among these the +following items were of the greatest interest:</p> + +<div class='bquote'> +<p>Steps are being taken by the government toward the erection of a fence around +the court house grounds. Judge Graney is contemplating a lawn and flowers. When +these improvements are completed there will be no comparison between our court +house and the dilapidated hovel which disgraces the county seat of Colfax. The +Lazette <i>Eagle</i> please notice.</p> + +<hr class='tb' /> + +<p>William Dunn, the proprietor of the Alhambra eating house, announces that in +the near future he will erect a new sign. Thereafter the Alhambra will be known +as the Alhambra Restaurant. This is a step forward. We have been informed that +there is no restaurant in Lazette. Good boy, Dunn.</p> + +<hr class='tb' /> + +<p>Chet Miller’s general merchandise store is to be repainted throughout. +Chet is public spirited.</p> </div><!-- block quote --> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109'></a>109</span>Everybody of any +importance in Dry Bottom received weekly mention of some sort in the +<i>Kicker</i>. Chet Miller was heard to say that the <i>Kicker</i> was a +“hummer,” and no one ascribed his praise of the paper to thanks for +the appearance of his name therein, for all who would have criticized were +silenced by the appearance of their own names.</p> + +<p>In the fourth issue of the paper appeared several new advertisements. +Judicious personal mention and lively news locals had aroused public spirit to a +point where it ignored thoughts of Dunlavey’s displeasure.</p> + +<p>Upon the Saturday which had marked the first issue of the <i>Kicker</i> under +Hollis’s ownership he had employed a circulation manager. That afternoon +on the street near the <i>Kicker</i> office he had almost collided with a red +haired youth of uncertain age who had bounded out through the door of a private +dwelling. In order to keep from knocking the youth over Hollis was forced to +seize him by the arms and literally lift him off his feet. While in the air the +youth’s face was close to Hollis’s and both grinned over the +occurrence. When Hollis set the youth down he stood for an instant, looking up +into Hollis’s face and a grin of amusement overspread his own.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_110'></a>110</span>“Shucks!” he said slowly. “If it +ain’t the tenderfoot editor!”</p> + +<p>“That’s just who it is,” returned Hollis with a smile.</p> + +<p>The youth grinned as he looked critically at Hollis. “You gittin’ +out that there paper to-day, mister?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>“Right now,” returned Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Bully!” exclaimed the youth. He surveyed Hollis with a frank +admiration. “They said you wouldn’t have the nerve to do it,” +he said; “but, say! I reckon they ain’t got you sized up +right!”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled, remembering that though the paper had been printed it was not +yet distributed. He placed a hand on the youth’s shoulder.</p> + +<p>“Have you got nerve enough to pass the <i>Kicker</i> around to the +people of this town?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>“I reckon,” grinned the youth. “I was comin’ down to +ast you for the job when you bumped into me. I used to peddle them for your dad. +My name’s Jiggs Lenehan–mebbe you’ve heard of me?”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled. “The question of delivering the <i>Kicker</i> was one of +the details that I overlooked,” he said. “But fortunately it is +arranged now. Henceforth, Jiggs, you are the <i>Kicker’s</i> official +circulation manager. Likewise, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_111'></a>111</span> if you care to add to your income, you can help +Potter around the office.”</p> + +<p>So it had been arranged, and Jiggs entered upon his duties with an energy +that left little doubt in his employer’s mind that he would prove a +valuable addition to the force.</p> + +<p>In Hollis’s “Salutatory” to the people of Dry Bottom he had +announced in a quiet, unostentatious paragraph that while he had not come to Dry +Bottom for a free fight, he would permit no one to tread on his toes. His +readers’ comprehension of the metaphor was complete–as was evidenced +by the warm hand-clasps which he received from citizens who were not in sympathy +with the Dunlavey regime. It surprised him to find how many such there were in +town. He was convinced that all this element needed was a leader and he grimly +determined to step quietly into that position himself.</p> + +<p>The second issue of the <i>Kicker</i> was marked by a more aggressive +spirit–a spirit engendered by the sympathetic reception of the first +issue. In it he stated concisely his views of the situation in Union County, +telling his readers that the best interests of the community demanded that +Dunlavey’s evil influence be wiped out. This article was headed: +“Dry Bottom’s Future,” and won him many friends.</p> + +<p>The third issue contained stronger language, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_112'></a>112</span> and the fourth was energetically aggressive. As he +had decided before the first appearance of the paper, he took a certain number +of copies of each issue, folded them neatly, stamped and addressed them, and +mailed them to a number of newspapers throughout the country whose editors he +knew. He also directed copies to a number of his friends in the East–to +the president of his college, and last, to the Secretary of the Interior at +Washington, who had formerly resided near him in Boston, and with whom he had a +long acquaintance. There had been a change of administration the fall previous +and he was certain that the new administration would not ignore the situation. +To the Secretary, and also to a number of his friends, he wrote personal +letters, explaining in detail the exact condition of affairs in Union +County.</p> + +<p>He had not seen Dunlavey since the day the latter had come to the +<i>Kicker</i> office to negotiate for the purchase of the paper. On several of +his rides to and from the Circle Bar ranch he had seen signs of life at the +Circle Cross; once or twice he thought he saw someone watching him from a hill +on the Circle Cross side of the Rabbit-Ear, but of this he was not quite +certain, for the hill-top was thickly wooded and the distance great.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113'></a>113</span>He had been +warned by Norton not to ride too often over the same trail lest Dunlavey send +someone to ambush him.</p> + +<p>Hollis had laughed at the warning, though thanking Norton for it. He told his +range boss that he did not anticipate any immediate trouble with Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>“It all depends on how Big Bill feels,” returned Norton with a +grim smile. “If you’ve got him mad there’s no telling. And +there are plenty of places between here and Dry Bottom where a man might be shot +from ambush. And nobody’d ever know who done it. I wouldn’t ride the +Dry Bottom trail every day. There’s the old Coyote trail, that takes you +past the Razor-Back and through Devil’s Hollow to Little Canyon an’ +along the hills to the other side.”</p> + +<p>He laughed. “There’s only one thing you need to be afraid of if +you take the Coyote trail, an’ that’s Ed Hazelton. Ed gets spells +when he’s plum crazy. He’s Nellie Hazelton’s brother–her +that Dunlavey was pesterin’ when you slammed him.” He laughed again, +significantly. “Though if Ed knowed you was the man who took his +sister’s part you wouldn’t need to be much scared of +him–I’ve heard that he’s got a pretty good memory for his +friends–even when he’s off.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114'></a>114</span>Hollis had not +told Norton of his experience in Devil’s Hollow, nor did he tell him now. +But he followed his advice about taking the Coyote trail, and the following day +when he made the trip to Dry Bottom he returned that way. About half way between +Dry Bottom and the Circle Bar he came upon a little adobe cabin snuggling an +arroyo through which trickled a small stream of water.</p> + +<p>It was an ideal location for a small rancher, and Hollis observed that the +buildings were in order–evidently Nellie Hazelton and her brother were +provident. He saw some cattle grazing on the edge of a small grass plateau which +began at the slope of the arroyo through which the stream of water ran. A shout +reached his ears as he sat motionless in the saddle looking about him, and he +saw Ed Hazelton on the plateau among the cattle, waving a hand to him. The young +man began to descend the side of the plateau, but before he had fairly started +Nellie Hazelton had come out of the front door of the cabin and stood on the +edge of the small porch, smiling at him.</p> + +<p>“So you did come, after all?” was her greeting.</p> + +<p>Hollis spurred his pony closer and sat smiling down at her. “I +don’t think anything could <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_115'></a>115</span> have stopped me after your invitation,” he +returned quickly.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” she said. The sudden color that came into her face told of +her confusion. It betrayed the fact that she knew he had come because of her. +Her brother’s invitation in Devil’s Hollow had been merely formal; +there had been another sort of invitation in her eyes as she and her brother had +left him that day.</p> + +<p>“Won’t you get off your horse?” she said while he still sat +motionless. “It’s quite a while before sundown and you have plenty +of time to reach the Circle Bar before dark.”</p> + +<p>He had determined to discover something of the mystery that surrounded her +and her brother, and so he was off his pony quickly and seating himself in a +chair that she drew out of the cabin for him. By the time her brother had +reached the porch Hollis was stretched comfortably out in the chair and was +answering several timid questions concerning his opinion of the country and his +new responsibilities.</p> + +<p>She was glad he liked the country, she said. It was wonderful. In the five +years they had been here they had enjoyed it thoroughly–that was, of +course, barring the trouble they had had with Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>Of their trouble with Dunlavey Hollis would <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_116'></a>116</span> hear much later, he told himself. At present he was +more interested in discovering something about her and her brother, though he +did not wish to appear inquisitive. Therefore his voice was politely casual.</p> + +<p>“Then you are not a Westerner?” he said.</p> + +<p>She smiled mournfully. “No,” she returned; “we–Ed and +I–were raised in Illinois, near Springfield. We came out here five years +ago after–after mother died.” Her voice caught. “Sometimes it +seems terribly lonesome out here,” she added; “when I get to +thinking of–of our other home. But”–she smiled bravely through +the sudden moisture that had come into her eyes–“since Ed got hurt I +don’t have much time to think of myself. Poor fellow.”</p> + +<p>Hollis was silent. He had never had a sister but he could imagine how she +must feel over the misfortune that had come to her brother. It must be a +sacrifice for her to remain in this country, to care for a brother who must be a +great burden to her at times, to fight the solitude, the hardships, to bear with +patience the many inconveniences which are inevitable in a new, unsettled +country. He felt a new admiration for her and a profound sympathy.</p> + +<p>“I think that you must be a very brave young woman,” he said +earnestly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_117'></a>117</span>“Oh!” she returned with a sudden, +illuminating smile. “It isn’t hard to be brave. But at times I find +it hard to be patient.”</p> + +<p>“Patience is one of the cardinal virtues,” declared Hollis, +“but it takes bravery of a rare sort to remain in this country, surrounded +with the care―”</p> + +<p>Her fingers were suddenly over her lips warningly, and he saw Ed Hazelton +nearing the porch.</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t have him know for the world,” she said rapidly. +“It isn’t a care to look after someone you love.”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled grimly at the reproach in her voice and rose to greet her +brother.</p> + +<p>The latter seemed to be quite recovered from the attack he had suffered in +Devil’s Hollow and talked freely and intelligently of affairs in the +country. Hollis found that on the whole he was a well informed young +man–quiet, modest, and apparently well able to give a good account of +himself in spite of his affliction. He was bitter against Dunlavey and thanked +Hollis warmly for his defense of his sister.</p> + +<p>At sundown Hollis departed, telling the Hazeltons that since he was their +neighbor he would not neglect to see them occasionally. As he rode away into the +dusk Nellie Hazelton stood on the porch smilingly waving her hand at him. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118'></a>118</span> As he threaded his way +through the rapidly growing darkness he felt an unaccountable satisfaction over +the fact that he had elected to remain in Union County; that henceforth his +fortunes were to be linked with those of a brave young woman who had also +accepted the robes of sacrifice and who was committed to war against their +common enemy–Dunlavey. Curiously, during the past few days he had felt a +decided change in his attitude toward life. His old ambition was no longer +uppermost in his mind–it had been crowded out of his existence. In its +place had been erected a new pinnacle of promise. A seat among the mighty was a +worthy goal. Yet the lowly bench of sacrifice was not without its +compensations.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119'></a>119</span><a id='link_8'></a>CHAPTER VIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>CONCERNING THE “SIX-O’CLOCK”</span></h2> + +<p>On Friday evening previous to the Saturday on which the <i>Kicker</i> was to +be issued for the fifth consecutive time by Hollis, Potter did not ride out to +the Circle Bar. There still remained some type to be set and Potter had declared +his intention of completing the work and staying overnight in town. Hollis had +acquiesced and had departed for the Circle Bar alone.</p> + +<p>When he reached Dry Bottom the following morning he found a small crowd of +people in front of the <i>Kicker</i> office. During the night someone had posted +a written notice on the front door, and when Hollis dismounted from his pony +there were perhaps a dozen interested citizens grouped about the door, reading +the notice. There were several of the town’s merchants and a number of +cowboys–new arrivals and those who had remained overnight to gamble and +participate in the festivities that were all-night features of the dives. There +were also the usual loafers, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_120'></a>120</span> who constitute an element never absent in any group +of idlers in any street. All, however, gave way before Hollis and allowed him to +reach the door without molestation, though in passing he observed significant +grins on several faces.</p> + +<p>The notice was written in a bold, legible hand.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Hollis:”–it read, the prefix +under-scored–“The express leaves town this afternoon at six +o’clock–goin' east. Better be on it.”</p> + +<p class='tar'>Signed–“Y. Z.”</p> + +<p>Hollis read the notice and then turned and quietly surveyed his watchful, +interested audience. He smiled grimly, seeing several faces which, though +plainly expressing amusement, seemed quietly sympathetic. He felt that these +were wishing him success, though doubting his ability to cope with his enemies. +Other faces were plainly antagonistic in expression. He looked at both for an +instant and then turned again to the notice and producing a pencil printed +boldly on its face the slogan he had devised:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121'></a>121</span><i>“We +Herald the Coming of the Law! The Kicker is Here to Stay!”</i></p> + +<p>And below he indulged in this sarcasm: <i>“Don’t hold the express +on my account!”</i></p> + +<p class='tar'>Signed–“KENT HOLLIS”</p> + +<p>Leaving his audience to stare after him Hollis pushed open the door of the +office and entered.</p> + +<p>He found Potter bending over the imposing table, hard at work on one of the +forms. Three other forms, locked and ready for the press, stood in a corner. +Potter looked up and smiled as his chief entered.</p> + +<p>“See the notice on the door?” he inquired.</p> + +<p>“Some of Dunlavey’s work, I suppose,” returned Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Well, yes. I suppose Dunlavey is back of it. But Yuma tacked the sign +up.” He smiled soberly as Hollis flashed a grin at him. “They tried +hard last night to get me to drink. Of course their purpose was to get me drunk +so that I wouldn’t be able to get the paper out today. I am not going to +tell you how hard I had to fight myself to resist the temptation to drink. But +you can see for yourself that I succeeded. The <i>Kicker</i> will be ready to go +to press in an hour.”</p> + +<p>He felt Hollis’s hand patting his shoulder <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_122'></a>122</span> approvingly and he continued, a little +hoarsely. “I took one drink at the Fashion last night after I got through +here. Then I came back and went to sleep. I am a light sleeper and when some +time after midnight I heard a sound at the door I got up and peered out of the +window. I saw Yuma tacking up the notice. I suppose Dunlavey wrote it.” He +looked at Hollis with a whimsical expression. “I suppose you are going to +take the express?” he inquired.</p> + +<p>“Tried to get you drunk, did they?” shaking his head negatively +to Potter’s question, a smile on his face. “I can’t understand +that game,” he continued, soberly. “Of course getting you drunk +would have prevented the appearance of the paper on scheduled time. But if they +wanted to do serious damage–of course I mean to the paper,” he +apologized with a grim smile, “why didn’t they come down +here–some of them–during your absence, and smash things up? That +would have made the thing sure for them.”</p> + +<p>Potter laughed mirthlessly. “Of course they could have done +that,” he said; “it would have been easy–will be easy any +time. But it wouldn’t be artistic, would be coarse in fact. Dunlavey +doesn’t do things that way. If they smash your stuff, destroy your plant +here, ruin <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123'></a>123</span> your +type and press, and so forth, they invite sympathy in your behalf. But if they +prevent the appearance of your paper without having done any damage to your +plant they accomplish something–they expose you to ridicule. And in this +country ridicule is a potent weapon–even if it involves nothing more +serious than a drunken printer.”</p> + +<p>Hollis shook Potter’s hand in silence. He had expected violence from +Dunlavey; long before this he had expected him to show his hand, to attempt some +covert and damaging action. And he had been prepared to fight to get the +<i>Kicker</i> out. He had not expected subtlety from Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>He went to his desk and sat in the chair, looking out through the window at +the crowd that still lingered in front of the office. Most of the faces wore +grins. Plainly they were amused, but Hollis saw that the amusement was of a grim +sort. They appreciated the situation and enjoyed its humor but felt the tragedy +behind it. Probably most of them were acquainted with Dunlavey’s methods; +some of them probably knew of the attempt that had been made to incapacitate +Potter. Certainly those of them that did know had seen the failure of the +attempt and were now speculating upon Dunlavey’s next <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_124'></a>124</span> move. Looking out of the window Hollis +felt that some of his audience must be wondering whether the editor of the +<i>Kicker</i> would pay any attention to the notice on the door. Would he +scare?</p> + +<p>Hollis had already decided that he would not “scare.” He grinned +at several of the men who watched him and then turned and instructed Potter to +take down a column of type on the first page of the paper to make room for an +article that he intended to write. Then he seized a pen and wrote a red hot +defiance directed at the authors of the notice, which Potter set up under the +heading:</p> + +<p>“Why the Editor of the <i>Kicker</i> Won’t Take the +Express.”</p> + +<p>In clear, terse language he told his audience his reasons. This was America; +he was an American, and he didn’t purpose to allow the Cattlemen’s +Association–or any other association, gang, or individual–to dictate +the policy of his paper or influence his private actions. Least of all did he +purpose to allow anyone to “run him out of town.” He printed the +notice entire, adding his answer, assuring readers that he was sending copies of +the <i>Kicker</i> to every newspaper in the East and that notices such as had +been affixed to his door would react against the authors. He ended with the +prophecy that <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125'></a>125</span> the +law would come into Union County and that meanwhile the <i>Kicker</i> purposed +to fight.</p> + +<p>At noon Hollis took the usual number of copies to the station and mailed +them. Walking down the street on his return from the station he attracted much +attention. Men stood in the open doorways of saloons watching him, a number +openly jeered; others sent subtle jibes after him. Still others were silent, +their faces expressing amusement.</p> + +<p>But he looked at none of them. He swung along the board walk, his face a +little pale, his lips tightly closed, determined to pay no attention to the +jeers that reached his ears.</p> + +<p>When he passed the Fashion there were a number of men draped along its front; +and he was conscious of many grins. Passing the men he heard low laughter and +profane reference which caused his cheeks to redden. But he walked steadily on. +Near the <i>Kicker</i> office he met Jiggs Lenehan. Followed by the youth he +reached the office to find that Potter had completed the press work and that +several hundred copies of the paper, the ink still moist on its pages, were +stacked in orderly array on the imposing stone. In a very brief time Jiggs burst +out of the office door, a bundle of papers under his arm, and began the work of +distribution. Standing back from the window with Potter, Hollis watched <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126'></a>126</span> Jiggs until the latter +reached the crowd in front of the Fashion saloon. Then all that Hollis could see +of him was his red head. But that trade was brisk was proved by the press around +Jiggs–the youth was passing out papers at a rapid rate and soon nearly +every man in the crowd about the Fashion was engaged in reading, or,–if +this important feature of his education had been neglected–in questioning +his neighbor concerning the things that appeared in the paper.</p> + +<p>Presently Jigg’s customers in front of the Fashion were all supplied. +Then other purchasers appeared. Soon the <i>Kicker</i> was being read +by–it seemed–nearly every grown person in Dry Bottom. Business was +suspended. Down the street men were congregated about the doors of many of the +stores; others were sitting in doorways, still others leaned against buildings; +some, not taking time to search for support, read while walking, or stood +motionless on the board sidewalks, satisfying their curiosity.</p> + +<p>Hollis watched through the window until he began to be certain that every +person in town was supplied with a paper. Then with a grim smile he left the +window and sought his chair beside the desk. He was satisfied. Dunlavey had made +the first aggressive movement and the fight was on.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127'></a>127</span><a id='link_9'></a>CHAPTER IX<br /><span class='h2fs'>HOW A BAD MAN LEFT THE “KICKER” OFFICE</span></h2> + +<p>It was about one o’clock in the afternoon when the <i>Kicker</i> +appeared on Dry Bottom’s street. At about five minutes after one, Potter +left the front of the office and walked to the rear room where he halted at the +imposing stone. There he proceeded to “take down” the four forms. +This done he calmly began distributing type.</p> + +<p>While Potter worked Hollis sat very quietly at his desk in the front office, +his arms folded, one hand supporting his chin, his lips forming straight lines, +his eyes narrowed with a meditative expression. Occasionally Potter glanced +furtively at him, his eyes filled with mingled expressions of sympathy, +admiration, and concern.</p> + +<p>Potter appreciated his chief’s position. It meant something for a man +of Hollis’s years and training to bury himself in this desolate sink-hole +of iniquity; to elect to carry on an unequal war with interests that controlled +the law machinery of the county and Territory–whose power extended to +Washington. No doubt the young <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_128'></a>128</span> man was even now brooding over the future, planning +his fight, pessimistically considering his chances of success. Potter’s +sympathy grew. He thought of approaching his chief with a word of encouragement. +But while he hesitated, mentally debating the propriety of such an action, +Hollis turned quickly and looked fairly at him, his forehead perplexed.</p> + +<p>“Potter,” he remarked, “I suppose there isn’t a good +brain specialist in this section of the country?”</p> + +<p>“Why–why―” began Potter. Then he stopped and looked +at his chief in wordless astonishment. His sympathy had been wasted.</p> + +<p>“No,” laughed Hollis, divining the cause of the +compositor’s astonishment, “personally I have no use for a brain +specialist. I was thinking of some other person.”</p> + +<p>“Not me?” grinned Potter from behind his type case. He flushed a +little at the thought of how near he had come to offering encouragement to a man +who had not been in need of it, who, evidently, had not been thinking of the big +fight at all. “Perhaps I need one,” he added, eyeing Hollis +whimsically; “a moment ago I thought you were in the dumps on account of +the situation here–you seemed rather disturbed. It surprised me +considerably to find that you had not been thinking of Dunlavey at +all.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_129'></a>129</span>“No,” admitted Hollis gravely, “I +was not thinking of Dunlavey. I was wondering if something couldn’t be +done for Ed Hazelton.”</p> + +<p>“Something ought to be done for him,” declared Potter earnestly. +“I have watched that young man closely and I am convinced that with proper +care and treatment he would recover fully. But I never heard of a specialist in +this section–none, in fact, nearer than Chicago. And I’ve forgotten +his name.”</p> + +<p>“It is Hammond,” supplied Hollis. “I’ve been thinking +of him. I knew his son in college. I am going to write to him.”</p> + +<p>He turned to his desk and took up a pen, while Potter resumed his work of +distributing type.</p> + +<p>About half an hour later Jiggs Lenehan strolled into the office wearing a +huge grin on his face. “’Pears like everybody in town wants to read the +<i>Kicker</i> to-day,” he said with a joyous cackle. “Never had so +much fun sellin’ them. Gimme some more,” he added breathlessly; +“they’s a gang down to the station howlin’ for them. +Say,” he yelled at Hollis as he went out of the door with a big bundle of +<i>Kickers</i> under his arm, “you’re cert’nly some editor +man!” He grinned admiringly and widely as he disappeared.</p> + +<p>Hollis finished his letter to Hammond and then leaned back in his chair. For +half an hour <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130'></a>130</span> he +sat there, looking gravely out into the street and then, answering a sudden +impulse, he rose and strode to the door.</p> + +<p>“Going down to the court house,” he informed Potter.</p> + +<p>He found Judge Graney in his room, seated at the big table, a copy of the +<i>Kicker</i> spread out in front of him. At his appearance the Judge pushed +back his chair and regarded him with an approving smile.</p> + +<p>“Well, Hollis,” he said, “I see Dunlavey has played the +first card.”</p> + +<p>“He hasn’t taken the first trick,” was the young +man’s quick reply.</p> + +<p>“Fortunately not,” laughed the judge. He placed a finger on a +column in the <i>Kicker</i>. “This article about the Cattlemen’s +Association is a hummer–if I may be allowed the phrase. A straight, manly +citation of the facts. It ought to win friends for you.”</p> + +<p>“I’ve merely stated the truth,” returned Hollis, “and +if the article seems good it is merely because it defends a principle whose +virtue is perfectly obvious.”</p> + +<p>“But only a man who felt strongly could have written it,” +suggested the Judge.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps. I admit feeling a deep interest in the question of +cattle.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131'></a>131</span>“Your +ambition?” slyly insinuated the Judge.</p> + +<p>“Is temporarily in abeyance–perhaps permanently.”</p> + +<p>“Then your original decision about remaining here has been–well, +strengthened?”</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. The Judge grinned mysteriously. “There is an article on +the first page of the <i>Kicker</i> which interested me greatly,” he said. +“It concerns the six o’clock train–going east. Do you happen +to know whether the editor of the <i>Kicker</i> is going to use the +express?”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled appreciatively. “The editor of the <i>Kicker</i> is going +to use the express,” he admitted, “though not in the manner some +people are wishing. The usual number of copies of the <i>Kicker</i> are going to +ride on the express, as are also some very forceful letters to the President of +the United States and the Secretary of the Interior.”</p> + +<p>“Good!” said the Judge. He looked critically at Hollis. “I +know that you are going to remain in Dry Bottom,” he said slowly; “I +have never doubted your courage. But I want to warn you to be careful. +Don’t make the mistake of thinking that the notice which you found on the +door of the <i>Kicker</i> office this morning is a joke. They don’t joke +like that out here. Of course I know that you are not afraid and that <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132'></a>132</span> you won’t run. But +be careful–there are men out here who would snuff out a human life as +quickly as they would the flame of a candle, and with as little fear of the +consequences. I shouldn’t like to hear of you using your revolver, but if +you do have occasion to use it, use it fast and make a good job of +it.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t like to use a gun,” returned Hollis gravely, +“but all the same I shall bear your advice in mind.” An expression +of slight disgust swept over his face. “I don’t see why men out here +don’t exhibit a little more courage,” he said. “They all +‘pack’ a gun, as Norton says, and all are apparently yearning to use one. +I don’t see what satisfaction there could be in shooting a man with whom +you have had trouble; it strikes me as being a trifle cowardly.” He +laughed grimly. “For my part,” he added, “I can get more +satisfaction out of slugging a man. Perhaps it isn’t so artistic as +shooting, but you have the satisfaction of knowing that your antagonist realizes +and appreciates his punishment.”</p> + +<p>Judge Graney’s gaze rested on the muscular frame of the young man. +“I suppose if all men were built like you there would be less shooting +done. But unfortunately nature has seen fit to use different molds in making her +men. Not every man has the strength or science to use his fists, nor the +courage. But there is one thing <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_133'></a>133</span> that you will do well to remember. When you slug a +man who carries a gun you only beat him temporarily; usually he will wait his +chance and use his gun when you least expect him.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose you refer to Yuma Ed and Dunlavey?” suggested +Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Well, no, not Dunlavey. I have never heard of Dunlavey shooting +anybody; he plays a finer game. But Yuma Ed, Greasy, Ten Spot, and some more who +belong to the Dunlavey crowd are professional gun-men and do not hesitate to +shoot. The chances are that Dunlavey will try to square accounts with you in +some other manner, but I would be careful of Yuma–a blow in the face never +sets well on a man of that character.”</p> + +<p>An hour later, when Hollis sat at his desk in the <i>Kicker</i> office, Judge +Graney’s words were recalled to him. He was thinking of his conversation +with the Judge when Jiggs Lenehan burst into the office, breathless, his face +pale and his eyes swimming with news. He was trembling With excitement.</p> + +<p>“Ten Spot is comin’ down here to put you out of business!” +he blurted out when he could get his breath. “I was in the Fashion +an’ I heard him an’ Yuma talkin’ about you. Ten Spot is +comin’ here at six o’clock!”</p> + +<p>Hollis turned slowly in his chair and faced the <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_134'></a>134</span> boy. His cheeks whitened a little. +Judge Graney had been right. Hollis had rather expected at some time or other he +would have to have it out with Yuma, but he had expected he would have to deal +with Yuma himself. He smiled a little grimly. It made very little difference +whether he fought Yuma or some other man; when he had elected to remain in Dry +Bottom he had realized that he must fight somebody–everybody in the +Dunlavey crew. He looked at his watch and saw that the hands pointed to four. +Therefore he had two hours to prepare for Ten Spot’s coming. He smiled at +the boy, looked back into the composing room and saw that Potter had ceased his +labors and was leaning on a type case, watching him soberly. He grinned broadly +at Potter and turned to Jiggs.</p> + +<p>“How many <i>Kickers</i> did you sell?”</p> + +<p>“Two hundred an’ ten,” returned the latter; +“everybody bought them.” He took a step forward; his hands clenching +with the excitement that still possessed him. “I told you Ten Spot was +comin’ down here to kill you!” he said hoarsely and insistently. +“Didn’t you hear me?”</p> + +<p>“I heard you,” smiled Hollis, “and I understand perfectly. +But I don’t think we need to <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_135'></a>135</span> get excited over it. Just how much money did you +receive for the two hundred and ten papers?”</p> + +<p>“Six dollars an’ two bits,” responded the boy, regarding +Hollis wonderingly.</p> + +<p>“It is yours,” Hollis informed him; “there was to be no +charge for the <i>Kicker</i> to-day.”</p> + +<p>The boy grinned with pleasure. “Don’t you want none of it?” +he inquired.</p> + +<p>“It is yours,” repeated Hollis. He reached out and grasped the +boy by the arm, drawing him close. “Now tell me what you heard at the +Fashion,” he said.</p> + +<p>Rapidly, but with rather less excitement in his manner than he had exhibited +on his entrance, the boy related in detail the conversation he had overheard at +the Fashion. When he had finished Hollis patted him approvingly on the back.</p> + +<p>“The official circulation manager of the <i>Kicker</i> has made +good,” he said with a smile. “Now go home and take a good rest and +be ready to deliver the <i>Kicker</i> next Saturday.”</p> + +<p>The boy backed away and stood looking at Hollis in surprise. +“Why!” he said in an awed voice, “you ain’t none scared +a-tall!”</p> + +<p>“I certainly am scared,” laughed Hollis; “scared that Ten +Spot will change his mind before six o’clock. Do you think he +will?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_136'></a>136</span>“No!” emphatically declared the boy. +“I don’t reckon that Ten Spot will change his mind a-tall. +He’ll sure come down here to shoot you!”</p> + +<p>“That relieves me,” returned Hollis dryly. “Now you go +home. But,” he warned, “don’t tell anyone that I am +scared.”</p> + +<p>For an instant the boy looked at Hollis critically, searching his face with +all a boy’s unerring judgment for signs which would tell of insincerity. +Seeing none, he deliberately stretched a hand out to Hollis, his lips wreathing +into an approving grin.</p> + +<p>“Durned if you ain’t the stuff!” he declared. +“I’m just bettin’ that Ten Spot ain’t scarin’ you +none!” Then he backed out of the door and still grinning, disappeared.</p> + +<p>After Jiggs had gone Hollis turned and smiled at Potter. “I suppose you +know this man Ten Spot,” he said. “Will he come?”</p> + +<p>“He will come,” returned Potter. His face was pale and his lips +quivered a little as he continued: “Ten Spot is the worst of +Dunlavey’s set,” he said; “a dangerous, reckless taker of +human life. He is quick on the trigger and a dead shot. He is called Ten Spot +because of the fact that once, with a gun in each hand, he shot all the spots +from a ten of hearts at ten paces.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137'></a>137</span>Hollis sat +silent, thoughtfully stroking his chin. Potter smiled admiringly.</p> + +<p>“I know that you don’t like to run,” he said; “you +aren’t that kind. But you haven’t a chance with Ten +Spot–unfortunately you haven’t had much experience with a +six-shooter.” Potter’s hands shook as he tried to resume work at the +type case. “I didn’t think they would have nerve enough for that +game,” he added, advancing again toward Hollis. “I rather thought +they would try some other plan–something not quite so raw. But it seems +they have nerve enough for anything. Hollis” he concluded dejectedly, +“you’ve got to get out of town before six o’clock or Ten Spot +will kill you!</p> + +<p>“You’ve got plenty of time,” he resumed as Hollis kept +silent; “it’s only a little after four. You can get on your horse +and be almost at the Circle Bar at six. No one can blame you for not +staying–everybody knows that you can’t handle a gun fast enough to +match Ten Spot. Maybe if you do light out and don’t show up in town for a +week or so this thing will blow over.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you very much for that advice, Potter,” said Hollis +slowly. “I appreciate the fact that you are thinking of my safety. But of +course there is another side to the situation. You <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_138'></a>138</span> of course realize that if I run now I +am through here–no one would ever take me seriously after it had been +discovered that I had been run out of town by Ten Spot.”</p> + +<p>“That’s a fact,” admitted Potter. “But of +course―”</p> + +<p>“I think that is settled,” interrupted Hollis. “You +can’t change the situation by argument. I’ve got to face it and face +it alone. I’ve got to stay here until Ten Spot comes. If I can’t +beat him at his game he wins and you can telegraph East to my people.” He +rose and walked to the window, his back to the printer.</p> + +<p>“You can knock off for to-day, Potter. Jump right on your pony and get +out to Circle Bar. I wouldn’t say anything to Norton or anyone until after +nine to-night and then if I don’t show up at the ranch you will know that +Ten Spot has got me.”</p> + +<p>He stood at the window while Potter slowly drew off his apron, carefully +folded it and tucked it into a corner. He moved very deliberately, as though +reluctant to leave his chief. Had Hollis shown the slightest sign of weakening +Potter would have stayed. But watching closely he saw no sign of weakness in the +impassive face of his chief, and so, after he had made his preparations for +departure, he drew a deep breath <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_139'></a>139</span> of resignation and walked slowly to the back door, +where his pony was hitched. He halted at the threshold, looking back at his +chief.</p> + +<p>“Well, good-bye then,” he said.</p> + +<p>Hollis did not turn. “Good-bye,” he answered.</p> + +<p>Potter took one step outward, hesitated, and then again faced the front of +the office.</p> + +<p>“Damn it, Hollis,” he said hoarsely, “don’t wait for +Ten Spot to start anything; when you see him coming in the door bore him. +You’ve got a right to; that’s the law in this country. When a man +gives you notice to leave town you’ve got a right to shoot him on +sight!”</p> + +<p>For a moment he stood, awaiting an answer. None came. Potter sighed and +stepped out through the door, leaving his chief alone.</p> + +<hr class='tb' /> + +<p>At one minute to six Hollis pulled out his watch. He sighed, replaced the +time-piece, and leaned back in his chair. A glance out through the window showed +him that the street was deserted except for here and there a cow pony drooping +over one of the hitching rails and a wagon or two standing in front of a store. +The sun was coming slantwise over the roofs; Hollis saw that the strip of shade +in front of the <i>Kicker</i> building had grown to wide proportions. He <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140'></a>140</span> looked at his watch +again. It was one minute after six–and still there were no signs of Ten +Spot.</p> + +<p>A derisive grin appeared on Hollis’s face. Perhaps Ten Spot had +reconsidered. He decided that he would wait until ten minutes after six; that +would give Ten Spot a decent margin of time for delay.</p> + +<p>And then there was a sudden movement and a man stood just inside the office +door, a heavy revolver in his right hand, its muzzle menacing Hollis. The man +was tall and angular, apparently about thirty years old, with thin, cruel lips +and insolent, shifty eyes.</p> + +<p>“’Nds up!” he said sharply, swinging the revolver to a +threatening poise. “It’s six o’clock, you tenderfoot ― +― ― ―!”</p> + +<p>This was the vile epithet that had been applied to Hollis by Yuma Ed, which +had been the direct cause of Yuma’s downfall the day of Hollis’s +arrival in Dry Bottom. Hollis’s eyes flashed, but the man was several feet +from him and out of reach of his fists. Had Hollis been standing he would have +had no chance to reach the man before the latter could have made use of his +weapon. Therefore Hollis remained motionless in his chair, catching the +man’s gaze and holding it steadily with unwavering, narrowed eyes.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141'></a>141</span>Though he had +waited for the coming of Ten Spot, he had formulated no plan of action; he had +felt that somehow he would come out of the clash with him without injury. He +still thought so. In spite of his danger he felt that some chance of escape +would be offered him. Grimly confident of this he smiled at the man, though +still holding his gaze, determined, if he saw the faintest flicker of decision +in his eyes, to duck and tackle him regardless of consequences.</p> + +<p>“I suppose you are Ten Spot?” he said slowly. He was surprised at +the steadiness of his voice.</p> + +<p>The man grinned, his eyes alert, shifty, filled with a chilling menace. +“You’ve got her right, tenderfoot,” he said; “‘Ten +Spot’s’ m’ handle, an’ if you’re a-feelin’ +like criticizin’ of her do her some rapid before I starts dealin’ +out the lead which is in my pritty.”</p> + +<p>Just how one man could be so entirely remorseless as to shoot another when +that other man was looking straight into his eyes Hollis could not understand. +He could readily realize how a man could kill when provoked to anger, or when +brooding over an injury. But he had done nothing to Ten Spot–did not even +know him–had never seen him before, and how Ten Spot could deliberately +shoot him–without provocation–was <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_142'></a>142</span> incomprehensible. He was convinced that in order to +shoot, Ten Spot must work himself into an artificial rage, and he believed that +the vile epithet which Ten Spot had applied to him immediately upon his entrance +must be part of his scheme. He was convinced that had he shown the slightest +resentment over the application of the epithet Ten Spot would have shot him down +at once. Therefore he resolved to give the man no opportunity to work himself +into a rage. He smiled again as Ten Spot concluded and carelessly twisted +himself about in his chair until he was in a position to make a quick +spring.</p> + +<p>“‘Ten Spot’ is a picturesque name,” he remarked quietly, +not removing his gaze from Ten Spot’s eyes for the slightest fraction of a +second; “I have no criticism to make. I have always made it a point to +refrain from criticizing my visitors. At least I do not recollect ever having +criticized a visitor who carried a gun,” he concluded with a smile.</p> + +<p>Ten Spot’s lips curled sarcastically. Apparently he would not swerve in +his determination to provoke trouble.</p> + +<p>“Hell,” he said truculently, “that there palaver makes me +sick. I reckon you’re too damn white livered to criticize a man +that’s lookin’ at <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_143'></a>143</span> you. There ain’t no tenderfoot (here he +applied the unprintable epithet again) got nerve enough to criticize +nothin’!”</p> + +<p>Hollis slowly raised his hands and placed them on the arms of his chair, +apparently to steady himself, but in reality to be ready to project himself out +of the chair in case he could discern any indication of action on Ten +Spot’s part.</p> + +<p>“Ten Spot,” he said in a low, even, well controlled voice, +conciliatory, but filled with a manliness which no man could mistake, “at +four o’clock this afternoon I heard that you and Yuma Ed were framing up +your present visit. I am not telling who gave me the information,” he +added as he saw Ten Spot’s eyes brighten, “but that is what +happened. So you see I know what you have come for. You have come to kill me. Is +that correct?”</p> + +<p>Ten Spot’s eyes narrowed–into them had come an appraising, +speculative glint. He nodded. “You’ve got her right,” he +admitted gruffly. “But if you knowed why didn’t you slope?” He +looked at Hollis with a half sneer, as though unable to decide whether Hollis +was a brave man or merely a fool.</p> + +<p>Hollis saw the indecision in Ten Spot’s eyes and his own brightened. At +last he had planned a form of action and he cooly estimated the distance <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144'></a>144</span> between himself and Ten +Spot. While Hollis had been speaking Ten Spot had taken a step forward and he +was now not over four or five feet distant. Into Ten Spot’s eyes had come +an amused, disdainful gleam; Hollis’s quiet, argumentative attitude had +disarmed him. This was exactly what Hollis had been waiting for.</p> + +<p>Ten Spot seemed almost to have forgotten his weapon; it had sagged, the +muzzle pointing downward–the man’s mind had become temporarily +diverted from his purpose. When he saw Hollis move suddenly forward he +remembered his gun and tried to swing its muzzle upward, but it was too late. +Hollis had lunged forward, his left hand closing on Ten Spot’s right +wrist, his right fist reaching Ten Spot’s jaw in a full, sweeping, +crashing uppercut.</p> + +<p>The would-be killer did not have even time enough to pull the trigger of his +six-shooter. It fell from his hand and thudded dully to the floor as his knees +doubled under him and he collapsed in an inert, motionless heap near the +door.</p> + +<p>With a grim smile on his face Hollis picked up Ten Spot’s weapon and +placed it on the desk. For an instant he stood at the window, looking out into +the street. Down near the Fashion he saw some men–Yuma Ed among them. No +doubt they were waiting the sound of the pistol <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_145'></a>145</span> shot which would tell them that Ten Spot had +disposed of Hollis. Hollis grinned widely–Yuma and his gang were due for a +surprise. For perhaps a minute Hollis stood beside the desk, watching Ten Spot. +Then when the latter’s hands began to twitch and a trace of color appeared +in his face, Hollis pulled out his own revolver and approached him, standing +within a few feet of him and looking down at him.</p> + +<p>There was no mark on Ten Spot’s jaw to show where Hollis’s blow +had landed, for his fist had struck flush on the point, its force directed +upward. Ten Spot’s mouth had been open at the instant and the snapping of +his teeth from the impact of the blow no doubt had much to do with his long +period of unconsciousness.</p> + +<p>He stirred presently and then with an effort sat up and looked at his +conqueror with a glance of puzzled wonderment. Seeing Hollis’s weapon and +his own on the desk, the light of past events seemed to filter into his +bewildered brain. He grinned owlishly, felt of his jaw and then bowed his head, +a flush of shame overspreading his face.</p> + +<p>“Herd-rode!” he said dismally. “Herd-rode, an’ by a +tenderfoot! Oh, Lordy!” He suddenly looked up at Hollis, his eyes flashing +with rage and defiance.</p> + +<p>“Damn your hide, why don’t you shoot?” he <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146'></a>146</span> demanded. He placed his +hands, palm down, on the floor, preparatory to rising, but ceased his efforts +when he heard Hollis’s voice, coldly humorous:</p> + +<p>“I shall shoot you just the instant you get to your feet. I rather +think that I am running things here now.”</p> + +<p>Ten Spot sagged back and looked up at him. “Why I reckon you +are,” he said. No method of action having suggested itself to him, he +continued to sit, watching Hollis narrowly.</p> + +<p>The latter retreated to his chair and dropped into it, moving deliberately. +When he spoke his voice was cold and metallic.</p> + +<p>“When you first came into the office,” he said, “you +applied a vile epithet to me. Once after that you did it again. You have asked +me why I don’t shoot you. If you really want me to shoot you you can keep +your mouth closed for just one minute. If you want to continue to live you can +tell me that you didn’t mean a word of what you said on those two +occasions. It’s up to you.” He sat silent, looking steadily at Ten +Spot.</p> + +<p>The latter fidgeted, shame again reddening his cheeks. “Why,” he +said finally, “I reckon she don’t go, tenderfoot. You see, +she’s only a noma de ploom which we uses when we wants to <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147'></a>147</span> rile somebody. I +cert’nly didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks,” drawled Hollis dryly; “I’ll call that +sufficient. But you certainly did ‘rile’ me some.”</p> + +<p>“I reckon I must have done just that,” grinned Ten Spot ruefully. +“You’re shorely some she-wolf with them there claws of your’n. +An’ I done laffed at Dunlavey an’ Yuma after you’d clawed +them.” His face sobered, his eyes suddenly filling with an expression of +defiant resignation.</p> + +<p>“I reckon when you’re done triflin’ with me you c’n +start to pumpin’ your lead,” he said. “There ain’t no +use of prolongin’ the agony.” He looked steadily at Hollis, his eyes +filling with decision as he again placed his hands beside him on the floor to +rise.</p> + +<p>“You c’n open the ball when you get damn good an’ +ready,” he sneered, “but I’m gettin’ up right now. I +ain’t goin’ to die off my pins like a damn coyote!”</p> + +<p>He rose quickly, plainly expecting to be shot down the moment he reached his +feet. When he discovered that Hollis evidently intended to delay the fatal +moment he stiffened, his lips twitching queerly.</p> + +<p>“Ten Spot,” said Hollis quietly, “by apologizing <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148'></a>148</span> for what you said when +you came in you have shown that there is a great deal of the man left in you +despite your bad habits and associations. I am going to show you that I think +there is enough of the man left in you to trust you with your gun.”</p> + +<p>He turned abruptly to the desk and took up Ten Spot’s weapon, holding +it by the muzzle and presenting it to the latter. Ten Spot looked from the +weapon to Hollis and back again to the weapon, blank amazement pictured on his +face. Then he reached out mechanically, taking the weapon and holding it in his +hands, turning it over and over as though half inclined to believe that it was +not a revolver at all.</p> + +<p>“Chuck full of cattridges, too!” he exclaimed in amazement, as he +examined the chambers.</p> + +<p>“Why, hell―” He crouched and deftly swung the six-shooter +around, the butt in his hand, his finger resting on the trigger. In this +position he looked at Hollis.</p> + +<p>The latter had not moved, but his own weapon was in his right hand, its +muzzle covering Ten Spot, and when the latter swung his weapon up Hollis smiled +grimly at him.</p> + +<p>“Using it?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>For an instant it seemed that Ten Spot would. An exultant, designing +expression came into his <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_149'></a>149</span> eyes, he grinned, his teeth showing tigerishly. +Then suddenly he snapped himself erect and with a single, dexterous movement +holstered the weapon. Then his right hand came suddenly out toward Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Shake!” he said. “By ―, you’re +white!”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled as he returned the hearty handclasp.</p> + +<p>“You’re cert’nly plum grit,” assured Ten Spot as he +released Hollis’s hand and stepped back the better to look at the latter. +“But I reckon you’re some damn fool too. How did you know that I +wouldn’t turn you into a colander when you give me back my gun?”</p> + +<p>“I didn’t know,” smiled Hollis. “I just took a +chance. You see,” he added, “it was this way. I never intended to +shoot you. That sort of thing isn’t in my line and I don’t intend to +shoot anyone if there is any way out of it. But I certainly wasn’t going +to allow you to shoot me.” He smiled oddly. “So I watched my chance +and slugged you. Then when I was certain that you weren’t dangerous any +more I had to face another problem. If I had turned you loose after taking your +gun what would you have done?”</p> + +<p>“I’d have gone out an’ rustled another gun an’ come +back here an’ salivated you.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_150'></a>150</span>“That’s just what you would have +done,” smiled Hollis. “I intend to stay in this country, Ten Spot, +and if I had turned you loose without an understanding you would have shot me at +the first opportunity. As it stands now you owe me―-”</p> + +<p>“As it stands now,” interrupted Ten Spot, a queer expression on +his face, “I’m done shootin’ as far as you’re +concerned.” He walked to the door, hesitated on the threshold and looked +back. “Mister man,” he said slowly, “mebbe you won’t +lick Big Bill in this here little mix-up, but I’m telling you that +you’re goin’ to give him a damn good run for his money! +So-long.”</p> + +<p>He stepped down and disappeared. For a moment Hollis looked after him, and +then he sat down at the desk, his face softening into a satisfied smile. It was +something to receive a tribute from a man like Ten Spot.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151'></a>151</span><a id='link_10'></a>CHAPTER X<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE LOST TRAIL</span></h2> + +<p>It was after seven o’clock when Hollis mounted his pony in the rear of +the <i>Kicker</i> office and rode out over the plains toward the Circle Bar. He +was properly elated by the outcome of his affair with Ten Spot. The latter had +come to the <i>Kicker</i> office as an enemy looking for an opportunity to kill. +He had left the office, perhaps not a friend, but at least a neutral, +sympathetic onlooker, for according to Hollis’s interpretation of his +words at parting he would take no further part in Dunlavey’s +campaign–at least he would do no more shooting.</p> + +<p>Hollis was compelled to make a long detour in order to strike the Circle Bar +trail, and when at seven-thirty o’clock he rode down through a dry arroyo +toward a little basin which he must cross to reach a ridge that had been his +landmark during all his trips back and forth from Dry Bottom to the Circle Bar, +dusk had fallen and the shadows of the oncoming night were settling somberly +down over the plains.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152'></a>152</span>He rode slowly +forward; there was no reason for haste, for he had told Potter to say nothing +about the reason of his delay in leaving Dry Bottom, and Potter would not expect +him before nine o’clock. Hollis had warmed toward Potter this day; there +had been in the old printer’s manner that afternoon a certain solicitous +concern and sympathy that had struck a responsive chord in his heart. He was not +a sentimentalist, but many times during his acquaintance with Potter he had felt +a genuine pity for the man. It had been this sentiment which had moved him to +ask Potter to remove temporarily to the Circle Bar, though one consideration had +been the fact at the Circle Bar he would most of the time be beyond the evil +influence of Dry Bottom’s saloons. That Potter appreciated this had been +shown by his successful fight against temptation the night before, when +postponement of the publication of the <i>Kicker</i> would have been fraught +with serious consequences.</p> + +<p>Riding down through the little basin at the end of the arroyo Hollis yielded +to a deep, stirring satisfaction over the excellent beginning he had made in his +fight against Dunlavey and the interests behind him. Many times he smiled, +thinking of the surprise his old friends in the East must have felt over the +perusal of their <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153'></a>153</span> +copies of the <i>Kicker</i>; over the information that he–who had been +something of a figure in Eastern newspaperdom–had become the owner and +editor of a newspaper in a God-forsaken town in New Mexico, and that at the +outset he was waging war against interests that ridiculed a judge of the United +States Court. He smiled grimly. They might be surprised, but they must feel, all +who knew him, that he would stay and fight until victory rewarded him or until +black, bitter defeat became his portion. There could be no compromise.</p> + +<p>When he reached the ridge toward which he had been riding for the greater +part of an hour night had come. The day had been hot, but there had been a +slight breeze, and in the <i>Kicker</i> office, with the front and rear doors +open, he had not noticed the heat very much. But just as he reached the ridge he +became aware that the breeze had died down; that waves of hot, sultry air were +rising from the sun-baked earth. Usually at this time of the night there were +countless stars, and now as he looked up into the great, vast arc of sky he saw +no stars at all except away down in the west in a big rift between some +mountains. He pulled up his pony and sat motionless in the saddle, watching the +sky. A sudden awe for the grandeur of the scene <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_154'></a>154</span> filled him. He remembered to have seen nothing +quite like it in the East.</p> + +<p>Back toward Dry Bottom, and on the north and south, rose great, black +thunderheads with white crests, seeming like mountains with snowcapped peaks. +Between the thunder-heads were other clouds, of grayish-white, fleecy, +wind-whipped, weird shapes, riding on the wings of the Storm-Kings. Other clouds +flanked these, moving slowly and majestically–like great ships on the +sea–in striking contrast to the fleecy, unstable shapes between the +thunderheads, which, though rushing always onward, were riven and broken by the +irresistible force behind them. To Hollis it seemed there were two mighty +opposing forces at work in the sky, marshalling, maneuvering, preparing for +conflict. While he sat motionless in the saddle watching, a sudden gust of cold +wind swirled up around him, dashed some fine, flint-like sand against his face +and into his eyes, and then swept onward. He was blinded for an instant, and +allowed the reins to drop on his pony’s neck while he rubbed his eyes with +his fingers. He sat thus through an ominous hush and then to his ears came a +low, distant rumble.</p> + +<p>He touched his pony lightly on the flanks with his spurs and headed it along +the ridge, convinced <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_155'></a>155</span> that a storm was coming and suddenly realizing that +he was many miles from shelter.</p> + +<p>He had traveled only a little distance when clouds of sand and dust, +wind-driven, enveloped him, blinding him again, stinging his face and hands and +blotting out the landmarks upon which he depended to guide him to the Circle +Bar. The sky had grown blacker; even the patch of blue that he had seen in the +rift between the distant mountains was now gone. There was nothing above +him–it seemed–except inky black clouds, nothing below but chaos and +wind. He could not see a foot of the trail and so he gave the pony the rein, +trusting to its instinct.</p> + +<p>When Norton had provided him with an outfit the inevitable tarpaulin had not +been neglected. Hollis remembered that this was attached to the cantle of the +saddle, and so, after he had proceeded a little way along the crest of the +ridge, he halted the pony, dismounted, unstrapped the tarpaulin, and folded it +about him. Then he remounted and continued on his way, mentally thanking Norton +for his foresight.</p> + +<p>The pony had negotiated the ridge; had slowly loped down its slope to a +comparatively low and level stretch of country, and was traveling steadily +forward, when Hollis noticed a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_156'></a>156</span> change in the atmosphere. It had grown hot +again–sultry; the heat seemed to cling to him. An ominous calm had +succeeded the aerial disturbance. From a great distance came a slight +sound–a gentle sighing–gradually diminishing until it died away +entirely. Then again came the ominous, premonitory silence–an absolute +absence of life and movement. Hollis urged the pony forward, hoping the calm +would last until he had covered a goodly part of the distance to the Circle Bar. +For a quarter of an hour he went on at a good pace. But he had scarcely reached +the edge of a stretch of broken country–which he dreaded even in the +daylight–when the storm was upon him.</p> + +<p>It did not come unheralded. A blinding flash of lightning illuminated miles +of the surrounding country, showing Hollis the naked peaks of ridges and hills +around him; gullies, draws, barrancas, the levels, lava beds, fantastic rock +shapes–mocking his ignorance of the country. He saw them all for an +instant and then they were gone and darkness–blacker than +before–succeeded. It was as though a huge map had suddenly been thrust +before his eyes by some giant hand, an intense light thrown upon it, and the +light suddenly turned off. Immediately there came a heavy crash as though the +Storm-Kings, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157'></a>157</span> +having marshalled their forces, had thrown them together in one, great, clashing +onrush. And then, straight down, roaring and shrieking, came the deluge.</p> + +<p>The wise little plains-pony halted, standing with drooping head, awaiting the +end of the first fierce onslaught. It lasted long and when it had gone another +silence, as ominous as the preceding one, followed. The rain ceased entirely and +the pony again stepped forward, making his way slowly, for the trail was now +slippery and hazardous. The baked earth had become a slimy, sticky clay which +clung tenaciously to the pony’s hoofs.</p> + +<p>For another quarter of an hour the pony floundered through the mud, around +gigantic boulders, over slippery hummocks, across little gullies, upon ridges +and small hills and down into comparatively level stretches of country. Hollis +was beginning to think that he might escape a bad wetting after all when the +rain came again.</p> + +<p>This time it seemed the Storm-Kings were in earnest. The rain came down in +torrents; Hollis could feel it striking against his tarpaulin in long, stinging, +vicious slants, and the lightning played and danced along the ridges and into +the gullies with continuing energy, the thunder following, <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_158'></a>158</span> crashing in terrific volleys. It was +uncomfortable, to say the least, and the only consoling thought was that the +deluge would prove a God-send to the land and the cattle. Hollis began to wish +that he had remained in Dry Bottom for the night, but of course Dry Bottom was +not to be thought of now; he must devote all his energy to reaching the +ranch.</p> + +<p>It was slow work for the pony. After riding for another quarter of an hour +Hollis saw, during another lightning flash, another of his landmarks, and +realized that in the last quarter of an hour he had traveled a very short +distance. The continuing flashes of lightning had helped the pony forward, but +presently the lightning ceased and a dense blackness succeeded. The pony went +forward at an uncertain pace; several times it halted and faced about, +apparently undecided about the trail. After another half hour’s travel and +coming to a stretch of level country, the pony halted again, refusing to respond +to Hollis’s repeated urging to go forward without guidance. For a long +time Hollis continued to urge the animal–he cajoled, threatened–but +the pony would not budge. Hollis was forced to the uncomfortable realization +that it had lost the trail.</p> + +<p>For a long time he sat quietly in the saddle, <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_159'></a>159</span> trying in the dense darkness to +determine upon direction, but he finally gave it up and with a sudden impulse +took up the reins and pulled the pony to the left, determined to keep to the +flat country as long as possible.</p> + +<p>He traveled for what seemed several miles, the pony gingerly feeling its way, +when suddenly it halted and refused to advance. Something was wrong. Hollis +leaned forward, attempting to peer through the darkness ahead, but not +succeeding. And now, as though having accomplished its design by causing Hollis +to lose the trail, the lightning flashed again, illuminating the surrounding +country for several miles.</p> + +<p>Hollis had been peering ahead when the flash came and he drew a deep breath +of horror and surprise. The pony had halted within a foot of the edge of a high +cliff whose side dropped away sheer, as though cut with a knife. Down below, +perhaps a hundred feet, was an immense basin, through which flowed a stream of +water. To Hollis’s right, parallel with the stream, the cliff sloped +suddenly down, reaching the water’s edge at a distance of two or three +hundred feet. Beyond that was a stretch of sloping country many miles in area, +and, also on his right, was a long, high, narrow ridge. He recognized the ridge +as the one on which he and Norton had ridden <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_160'></a>160</span> some six weeks before–on the day he had had +the adventure with Ed Hazelton. Another flash of lightning showed him two +cotton-wood trees–the ones pointed out to him by Norton as marking Big Elk +crossing–the dead line set by Dunlavey and his men.</p> + +<p>Hollis knew his direction now and he pulled the pony around and headed it +away from the edge of the cliff and toward the flat country which he knew led +down through the canyon to Devil’s Hollow, where he had taken leave of Ed +and Nellie Hazelton. He was congratulating himself upon his narrow escape when a +flash of lightning again illuminated the country and he saw, not over a hundred +feet distant, sitting motionless on their ponies, a half dozen cowboys. Also on +his pony, slightly in advance of the others, a grin of derision on his face, was +Dunlavey.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161'></a>161</span><a id='link_11'></a>CHAPTER XI<br /><span class='h2fs'>PICKING UP THE TRAIL</span></h2> + +<p>At about the time that the storm had overtaken Hollis, Potter was unsaddling +his pony at the Circle Bar corral gate. A little later he was on the wide lower +gallery of the ranchhouse washing the stains of travel from his face and hands. +At supper he was taciturn, his face deeply thoughtful. Had Ten Spot come? What +had been the outcome of the meeting? These questions preyed on his mind and +brought furrows into his face.</p> + +<p>At supper he caught Norton watching him furtively and he flushed guiltily, +for he felt that in spite of Hollis’s order to say nothing to Norton he +should have told. He had already informed Norton that Hollis intended remaining +in Dry Bottom until a later hour than usual, but he had said nothing about the +intended visit of Ten Spot to the <i>Kicker</i> office. Loyalty to Hollis kept +him from communicating to Norton his fears for Hollis’s safety. It was now +too late to do anything if he did tell Norton; whatever had <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_162'></a>162</span> been done had been done already and +there was nothing for him to do but to wait until nine o’clock.</p> + +<p>After he finished his meal he drew a chair out upon the gallery and placing +it in a corner from where he could see the Dry Bottom trail he seated himself in +it and tried to combat the disquieting fears that oppressed him. When Norton +came out and took a chair near him he tried to talk to the range boss upon those +small subjects with which we fill our leisure, but he could not hold his +thoughts to these trivialities. He fell into long silences; his thoughts kept +going back to Dry Bottom.</p> + +<p>When the rain came he felt a little easier, for he had a hope that Hollis +might have noticed the approach of the storm and decided to remain in town until +it had passed. But after the rain had ceased his fears again returned. He looked +many times at his watch and when Mrs. Norton came to the door and announced her +intention of retiring he scarcely noticed her. Norton had repeatedly referred to +Hollis’s absence, and each time Potter had assured him that Hollis would +come soon. Shortly before nine o’clock, when the clouds lifted and the +stars began to appear, Potter rose and paced the gallery floor. At nine, when it +had become light enough to see <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_163'></a>163</span> quite a little distance down the Dry Bottom trail +and there were still no signs of Hollis, he blurted out the story of the +day’s occurrences.</p> + +<p>The information acted upon Norton like an electric shock. He was on his feet +before Potter had finished speaking, grasping him by the shoulders and shaking +him roughly.</p> + +<p>“Why didn’t you say something before?” he demanded. +“Why did you leave him? Wasn’t there somebody in Dry Bottom that you +could have sent out here to tell me?” He cursed harshly. “Ten +Spot’s got him!” he declared sharply, his eyes glittering savagely. +“He’d have been here by this time!” He was taking a hitch in +his cartridge belt while talking, and before concluding he was down off the +gallery floor and striding toward the corral.</p> + +<p>“Tell my wife that I’ve gone to Dry Bottom,” he called back +to Potter. “Important business! I’ll be back shortly after +midnight!”</p> + +<p>Leaving Potter on the porch staring after him he ran to the corral, roped his +pony, threw on a saddle and bridle and mounted with the animal on a run.</p> + +<p>The stars were shining brilliantly now and from the porch Potter could see +Norton racing down the Dry Bottom trail with his pony in a furious gallop. For a +time Potter watched him, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_164'></a>164</span> then he disappeared and Potter went into the house +to communicate his message to his wife.</p> + +<p>The rain had been heavy while it lasted, but by the time Norton had begun his +race to Dry Bottom very little evidence of it remained and the pony’s +flying hoofs found the sand of the trail almost as dry and hard as before the +storm. Indeed, there was now little evidence that there had been a storm at +all.</p> + +<p>Norton spared the pony only on the rises and in something over an hour after +the time he had left the Circle Bar he drew up in front of the <i>Kicker</i> +office in Dry Bottom, dismounted, and bounded to the door. It was locked. He +placed a shoulder against it and crashed it in, springing inside and lighting a +match. He smiled grimly when he saw no signs of Hollis; when he saw that the +interior was in an orderly condition and that there were no signs of a conflict. +If Ten Spot had killed Hollis he had done the deed outside the <i>Kicker</i> +office.</p> + +<p>Norton came out again, pulling the wreck of the door after him and closing it +as well as he could. Then, leaving his pony, he strode toward the Fashion +saloon. As he came near he heard sounds of revelry issuing from the open door +and he smiled coldly. A flashing glance through the window showed him that Ten +Spot <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165'></a>165</span> was there, +standing at the bar. In the next instant Norton was inside, confronting Ten +Spot, his big six-shooter out and shoved viciously against Ten Spot’s +stomach.</p> + +<p>“What have you done with Hollis, you mangy son-of-a-gun?” he +demanded.</p> + +<p>Several men who had been standing at the bar talking and laughing fell silent +and looked at the two men, the barkeeper sidled closer, crouching warily, for he +knew Norton.</p> + +<p>Ten Spot had spread his arms out on the bar and was leaning against it, +looking at Norton in unfeigned bewilderment. He did not speak at once. Then +suddenly aware of the foreboding, savage gleam in Norton’s eyes, a glint +of grim humor came into his own and his lips opened a little, curling +sarcastically.</p> + +<p>“Why,” he said, looking at Norton, “I don’t reckon to +be anyone’s keeper.” He smiled widely, with a suddenly ludicrous +expression. “If you’re talkin’ about that tenderfoot noospaper +guy, he don’t need no keeper. What have I done to him?” he repeated, +his smile growing. “Why, I reckon I didn’t do a heap; I went down to +call on him. He was right sociable. I was goin’ to be mean to him, but I +just couldn’t. When he left he was sayin’ that he’d be right +glad to see me again–he’d been right <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_166'></a>166</span> playful durin’ my talk with him. +I reckon by now he’s over at the Circle Bar laffin’ hisself to sleep +over the mean way I treated him. You just ast him when you see him.”</p> + +<p>A flicker of doubt came into Norton’s eyes–Ten Spot’s words +had the ring of truth.</p> + +<p>“You went down there to shoot him!” he said coldly, still +unconvinced.</p> + +<p>“Mebbe I did,” returned Ten Spot. “Howsomever, I +didn’t. I ain’t tellin’ how I come to change my +mind–that’s my business, an’ you can’t shoot it out of +me. But I’m tellin’ you this: me an’ that guy has agreed to +call it quits, an’ if I hear any man talkin’ extravagant about him, +me an’ that man’s goin’ to have a run in mighty sudden!” +He laughed. “Someone’s been funnin’ you,” he said. +“When he handed me back my gun after sluggin’―”</p> + +<p>But he was now talking to Norton’s back, for the range boss was at the +door, striding rapidly toward his pony. He mounted again and rode out on the +trail, proceeding slowly, convinced that something had happened to Hollis after +he had left Dry Bottom. It was more than likely that he had lost his way in the +storm, and in that case he would probably arrive at the Circle Bar over some +round-about trail. He was now certain that he had not been molested in town; if +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167'></a>167</span> he had been some +of the men in the Fashion would have told him about it. Hollis would probably be +at the ranch by the time he arrived, to laugh at his fears. Nevertheless he rode +slowly, watching the trail carefully, searching the little gullies and peering +into every shadow for fear that Hollis had been injured in some accident and +might be lying near unable to make his presence known.</p> + +<p>The dawn was just showing above the horizon when he rode up to the ranchhouse +to find Potter standing on the porch–apparently not having left there +during his absence. Beside Potter stood Ed Hazelton, and near the latter a +drooping pony, showing signs of hard riding.</p> + +<p>Norton passed the corral gate and rode up to the two men. A glance at their +faces told him that something had gone wrong. But before he could speak the +question that had formed on his lips Hazelton spoke.</p> + +<p>“They got him, Norton,” he said slowly.</p> + +<p>“Dead?” queried Norton sharply, his lips straightening.</p> + +<p>“No,” returned Hazelton gloomily; “he ain’t dead. But +when I found him he wasn’t far from it. Herd-rode him, the damned sneaks! +Beat him up so’s his own mother wouldn’t know him!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_168'></a>168</span>“Wait!” commanded Norton. +“I’m going with you. I suppose you’ve got him over to your +shack?” He caught Hazelton’s nod and issued an order to Potter. +“Go down to the bunkhouse and get Weary out. Tell him to hit the breeze to +Cimarron for the doctor. If the doc’ don’t want to come drag him by +the ears!”</p> + +<p>He spurred his pony furiously to the corral gate and in a short time had +saddled another horse and was back where Hazelton was awaiting him. Without +speaking a word to each other the two men rode rapidly down the Coyote trail, +while Potter, following directions, his face haggard and drawn from loss of +sleep and worry, hurried to the bunkhouse to arouse Weary and send him on his +long journey to Cimarron.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169'></a>169</span><a id='link_12'></a>CHAPTER XII<br /><span class='h2fs'>AFTER THE STORM</span></h2> + +<p>Hollis’s tall figure lay pitifully slack on a bed in the Hazelton +cabin. Nellie Hazelton had given him what care she could out of her limited +knowledge and now nothing more could be done until the arrival of the Cimarron +doctor. Swathed in bandages, his clothing torn and soiled–as though after +beating him his assailants had dragged him through the mud–one hand +queerly twisted, his face swollen, his whole great body looking as though it had +received the maximum of injury, Hollis moved restlessly on the bed, his head +rolling oddly from side to side, incoherent words issuing from between his +bruised and swollen lips.</p> + +<p>Norton stood beside the bed, looking down at the injured man with a grim, +savage pity.</p> + +<p>“The damned cowards!” he said, his voice quivering. “There +must have been a dozen of them–to do him up like that!”</p> + +<p>“Seven,” returned Ed Hazelton grimly. “They left their +trail there; I counted the hoof <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_170'></a>170</span> prints, an’ they led down the slope toward +Big Elk crossin’.” He looked at Norton with a frown. “We +can’t do anything here,” he said shortly, “until the doctor +comes. I’ll take you down where I found him.”</p> + +<p>They went out and mounted their ponies. Down the trail a mile or so they came +to a level that led away toward Rabbit-Ear Creek. From the level they could see +the Circle Cross buildings, scattered over a small stretch of plain on the +opposite side of the river. There was no life around them, no movement. Norton +grimaced toward them.</p> + +<p>Hazelton halted his pony in some tall grass near a bare, sandy spot on the +plains. The grass here grew only in patches and Norton could plainly see a +number of hoof prints in the sand. One single set led away across the plains +toward the Dry Bottom trail. Seeing the knowing expression in Norton’s +eyes, Hazelton spoke quietly.</p> + +<p>“That’s Hollis’s trail. He must have took the Dry Bottom +trail an’ lost it in the storm. Potter says he would probably take it +because it’s shorter. Anyways, it’s his trail; I followed it back +into the hills until I was sure. I saw that he had been comin’ from Dry +Bottom. He lost his way an’ rode over here. I remember <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171'></a>171</span> there was an awful +darkness, for I was out scoutin’ around to see if my stock was all right. +Well, he got this far–rode right up to the edge of the butte over there +an’ then come back this way. Then he met–well, the men that did +it.”</p> + +<p>“They all stood there for a little while; you can see where their +horses pawed. Then mebbe they started somethin’, for you can see where +Hollis’s pony throwed up a lot of sand, tryin’ to break out. The +others were in a circle–you can see that. I’ve figured it out that +Hollis saw there wasn’t any chance for him against so many an’ he +tried to hit the breeze away from here. I’ll show you.”</p> + +<p>They followed the hoof prints down the slope and saw that all the riders must +have been traveling fast at this point, for the earth was cut and the hoof +prints bunched fore and aft. They ran only a little way, however. About a +hundred yards down the slope, in a stretch of bare, sandy soil, the horses had +evidently come to a halt again, for they were bunched well together and there +were many of them, showing that there had been some movement after the halt.</p> + +<p>Norton dismounted and examined the surrounding soil.</p> + +<p>“They all got off here,” he said shortly, after the examination; +“there’s the prints of their <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_172'></a>172</span> boots. They caught him here and handed it to +him.”</p> + +<p>Hazelton silently pointed to a queer track in the sand–a shallow groove +running about fifty feet, looking as though some heavy object had been drawn +over it. Norton’s face whitened.</p> + +<p>“Drug him!” he said grimly, his lips in two straight lines. +“It’s likely they roped him!” He remounted his pony and sat in +the saddle, watching Hazelton as the latter continued his examination. +“They’re a fine, nervy bunch!” he sneered as Hazelton also +climbed into his saddle. “They must have piled onto him like a pack of +wolves. If they’d have come one at a time he’d have cleaned them up +proper!”</p> + +<p>They rode away down the trail toward the cabin. Norton went in and looked +again at Hollis, and then, telling Hazelton that he would return in the +afternoon, he departed for the Circle Bar. He stopped at the ranchhouse and +communicated the news to his wife and Potter and then rode on up the river to a +point about ten miles from the ranchhouse–where the outfit was +working.</p> + +<p>The men received his news with expressions of rage and vengeance. They had +come to admire Hollis for his courage in electing to continue the fight against +Dunlavey; they had seen that in <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_173'></a>173</span> spite of his ignorance of the customs of their +world he possessed a goodly store of common sense and an indomitable spirit. Yet +none of them expressed sympathy, though their faces showed that they felt it. +Expressions of sympathy in a case such as this would have been unnecessary and +futile. But their expressions of rage showed how the news had affected them. +Though they knew that Dunlavey’s forces outnumbered their own they were +for striking back immediately. But Norton discouraged this.</p> + +<p>“We’re layin’ low for a while,” he said. “Mebbe +the boss will get well. If he does he’ll make things mighty +interestin’ for Dunlavey–likely he’ll remember who was in the +crowd which beat him up. If he dies―” His eyes flashed savagely. +“Well, if he dies you boys can go as far as you like an’ I’ll +go with you without doin’ any kickin’.”</p> + +<p>“What’s goin’ to be done with that noospaper of +his’n?” inquired Ace. “You reckon she’ll miss fire till +he’s well again?”</p> + +<p>Norton’s brows wrinkled; he had not thought of the newspaper. But he +realized now that if the paper failed to appear on scheduled time the people in +Union County would think that Hollis had surrendered; they would refuse to +believe that he had been so badly injured that he <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_174'></a>174</span> could not issue the paper, and Dunlavey +would be careful to circulate some sort of a story to encourage this view. Now +that Ace had brought the matter to his attention he began to suspect that this +had been the reason of the attack on Hollis. That they had not killed him when +they had the opportunity, showed that they must have had some purpose other than +that of merely desiring to get him out of the way. That they had merely beaten +him showed that their wish was only to incapacitate him temporarily. +Norton’s eyes flashed with a sudden determination.</p> + +<p>“I don’t reckon that the <i>Kicker</i> will miss fire,” he +declared; “not if I have to go to Dry Bottom an’ get her out +myself!”</p> + +<p>Ace eyed him furtively and now spoke with an embarrassed +self-consciousness.</p> + +<p>“I’ve been considerin’ this here situation ever since you +told us about the boss,” he said diffidently, “an’ if +you’re goin’ to get that paper out, a little poem or two might help +out considerable.”</p> + +<p>“Meanin’?” interrogated Norton, his eyelashes +flickering.</p> + +<p>Ace’s face reddened painfully. “Meanin’ that I’ve got +several little pieces which I’ve wrote when I didn’t have anything +else to do an’ that I’d be right willin’ to have them put into +the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175'></a>175</span> <i>Kicker</i> +to help fill her up. Some of the boys think they’re right +classy.”</p> + +<p>Norton looked around at the other men for confirmation of the truth of this +modest statement. He caught Lanky’s glance.</p> + +<p>“I reckon that’s about right,” said that sober-faced +puncher; “Ace is the pote lariat of this here outfit, an’ he sure +has got a lot of right clever lines in his pomes. I’ve read them which +wasn’t one-two-three with his’n.”</p> + +<p>Norton smiled, a little cynically. He wasn’t quite sure about it, he +said, but if Ace could write poetry he hadn’t any doubt that during the +next few weeks there would be plenty of opportunity to print some of it in the +<i>Kicker</i>. He smiled when he saw Ace’s face brighten. But he told him he +would have to see Hollis–if the latter got well enough to endure an +interview. If the boss recovered enough to be able to look at Ace’s poetry +before it was printed, why of course it would have to be shown him. He +didn’t want anything to go into the <i>Kicker</i> which the boss +wouldn’t like. But if he wasn’t able to look at it, why he would +leave the decision to Potter, and if it suited the latter he would be satisfied. +He would keep the boys posted on the boss’s condition. Then he rode away +toward the ranchhouse.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176'></a>176</span>Late in the +afternoon he again visited the Hazelton cabin. He found the Cimarron doctor +already there. Hollis was still unconscious, though resting easier. The doctor +declared that he would remain with him throughout the night. He followed Norton +out on to the porch and told him that at present he could not tell just how +serious Hollis’s injuries were. There was a great wound in his head which +he feared might turn out seriously, but if not, Hollis would recover quickly and +be as good as ever within a few weeks–except for his left +wrist–which was broken. He praised Nellie Hazelton for the care she was +giving the injured man. Convinced that there was nothing more to be done, Norton +returned to the Circle Bar to give his attention to his work.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177'></a>177</span><a id='link_13'></a>CHAPTER XIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>“WOMAN–SHE DON’T NEED NO TOOTER”</span></h2> + +<p>The Cimarron doctor’s fears for the wound on Hollis’s head had +proved unfounded and on the tenth day after his experience on the night of the +storm, Hollis was sitting on the Hazelton porch, his head still swathed in +bandages, his left wrist in a splint, but his spirit still untouched. The marks +on his face had all disappeared, except an ugly gash under his right +eye–which still showed a slight discoloration–and a smaller cut on +the chin. The Cimarron doctor had told him that the wound under his eye would +leave a permanent scar–the wound had been deep and in spite of the +doctor’s care, had drawn together queerly, affecting the eye itself and +giving it an odd expression. Many times since becoming able to move about had +Hollis looked at his face in his mirror, and each time there had come into his +eyes an expression that boded ill for the men who had been concerned in the +attack on him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178'></a>178</span>It was +mid-afternoon and the sun was coming slant-wise over the roof of the cabin, +creating a welcome shade on the porch. Ed Hazelton had been gone since morning, +looking after his cattle, and Nellie was in the house, busily at work in the +kitchen–Hollis could hear her as she stepped about the room.</p> + +<p>Norton had left the cabin an hour before and a little later Potter had +stopped in on his way over to Dry Bottom to set up an article that he had +written at Hollis’s dictation. Hollis had told Norton of his experiences +on the night of the storm.</p> + +<p>After the flash of lightning had revealed Dunlavey and his men, Hollis had +attempted to escape, knowing that Dunlavey’s intentions could not be +peaceable, and that he would have no chance in a fight with several men. He had +urged his pony toward the two buttes that he had seen during the lightning +flash, making a circuit in order to evade his enemies. He might have succeeded, +but unfortunately the darkness had lifted and they had been able to intercept +him. He could give no clear account of what had happened after they had +surrounded him. There had been no words spoken. He had tried to break out of the +circle; had almost succeeded when a loop settled over his shoulders and he <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179'></a>179</span> was dragged from his +pony–dragged quite a distance.</p> + +<p>The fall had hurt him, but when the rope had slackened he had regained his +feet–to see that all the men had surrounded him. One man struck at him and +he had immediately struck back, knocking the man down. After that the blows came +thick and fast. He hit several more faces that were close to him and at one time +was certain he had put three of his assailants out of the fight. But the others +had crowded him close. He fought them as well as he could with the great odds +against him, and once was inspired with a hope that he might escape. Then had +come a heavy blow on the head–he thought that one of the men had used the +butt of a revolver. He could dimly remember receiving a number of other blows +and then he knew nothing more until he had awakened in the Hazelton cabin.</p> + +<p>Hollis’s opinion of Dunlavey’s motive in thus attacking him +coincided with Norton’s. They might easily have killed him. That they did +not showed that they must have some peculiar motive. Aside from a perfectly +natural desire on Dunlavey’s part to deal to Hollis the same sort of +punishment that Hollis had inflicted on Dunlavey on the occasion of their first +meeting, the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180'></a>180</span> +latter could have no motive other than that of preventing the appearance of the +<i>Kicker</i> on its regular publication day.</p> + +<p>Hollis was convinced that Dunlavey had been inspired by both motives. But +though Dunlavey had secured his revenge for the blow that Hollis had struck him +in Dry Bottom, Hollis did not purpose to allow him to prevent the appearance of +the <i>Kicker</i>. It had been impossible for him to make the trip to Dry +Bottom, but he had summoned Potter and had dictated considerable copy, Potter +had written some, and in this manner they had managed to get the <i>Kicker</i> +out twice.</p> + +<p>Ace had not been able to get any of his poems into the <i>Kicker</i>. He had +submitted some of them to Potter, but the printer had assured him that he did +not care to assume the responsibility of publishing them. Thereupon Ace had +importuned Norton to intercede with Hollis on his behalf. On his visit this +morning Norton had brought the matter to Hollis’s attention. The latter +had assured the range boss that he appreciated the puncher’s interest and +would be glad to go over some of his poems. Therefore Hollis was not surprised +when in the afternoon he saw Ace loping his pony down the Coyote trail toward +the Hazelton cabin.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181'></a>181</span>Ace’s +approach was diffident, though ambition urged him on. He rode up to the edge of +the porch, dismounted, and greeted his boss with an earnestness that contrasted +oddly with his embarrassment. He took the chair that Hollis motioned him to, +sitting on the edge of it and shifting nervously under Hollis’s direct +gaze.</p> + +<p>“I reckon Norton told you about my poems,” he began. He caught +Hollis’s nod and continued: “Well, I got a bunch of ’em here +which I brung over to show you. Folks back home used to say that I was a genyus. +But I reckon mebbe they was hittin’ her up a little bit strong,” he +admitted, modestly; “folks is that way–they like to spread it on a +bit. But”–and the eyes of the genius flashed proudly–“I +reckon I’ve got a little talyunt, the evidence of which is right +here!” With rather more composure than had marked his approach he now drew +out a prodigious number of sheets of paper, which he proceeded to spread out on +his knee, smoothing them lovingly.</p> + +<p>“Mebbe I ain’t much on spellin’ an’ grammar an’ +all that sort of thing,” he offered, “but there’s a heap of +sense to be got out of the stuff I’ve wrote. Take this one, for instance. +She’s a little oday to ‘Night,’ which I composed while the boys was +poundin’ their ears one night–not <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_182'></a>182</span> bein’ affected in their feelin’s like I +was. If you ain’t got no objections I’ll read her.” And then, +not waiting to hear any objections, he began:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>The stars are bright to-night;<br /> They surely are a sight,<br /> +Sendin’ their flickerin’ light<br /> From an awful, unknown +height.<br />  <br /> Why do they shine so bright?<br /> I’m +most o’ercome with fright―</p> </div><!-- poetry --> + +<p>“Of course I reely wasn’t scared,” he offered with a +deprecatory smile, “but there wasn’t any other word that I could +think of just then an’ so I shoved her in. It rhymes anyhow an’ just +about says what I wanted.”</p> + +<p>He resumed:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>When I look up into the night,<br /> An’ see their flickerin’ +light.</p> </div><!-- poetry --> + +<p>He ceased and looked at Hollis with an abashed smile. “It don’t +seem to sound so good when I’m readin’ her out loud,” he +apologized. “An’ I’ve thought that mebbe I’ve worked +that ‘night’ an’ ‘light’ rhyme over-time. But of course +I’ve got ‘fright’ an’ ‘sight’ an’ ‘height’ +in there to kind of off-set that.” He squirmed <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_183'></a>183</span> in his chair. “You take her +an’ read her.” He passed the papers over to Hollis and rose from his +chair. “I’ll be goin’ back to the outfit; Norton was +sayin’ that he wanted me to look up some strays an’ I don’t +want him to be waitin’ for me. But I’d like to have one of them +pomes printed in the <i>Kicker</i>–just to show the folks in this here +country that there’s a real pote in their midst.”</p> + +<p>“Why―” began Hollis, about to express his surprise over his +guest’s sudden determination to depart. But he saw Nellie Hazelton +standing just outside the door, and the cause of Ace’s projected departure +was no longer a mystery. He had gone before Hollis could have finished his +remonstrance, and was fast disappearing in a cloud of dust down the trail when +Hollis turned slowly to see Nellie Hazelton smiling broadly.</p> + +<p>“I just couldn’t resist coming out,” she said. “It +rather startled me to discover that there was a real poet in the +country.”</p> + +<p>“There seems to be no doubt of it,” returned Hollis with a smile. +But he immediately became serious. “Ace means well,” he added. +“I imagine that it wasn’t entirely an ambition to rush into print +that moved him to submit his poems; he wants to help fill up the +paper.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184'></a>184</span>Miss Hazelton +laughed. “I really think,” she said, looking after the departing +poet, “that he might have been fibbing a little when he said that the +‘night’ had not ‘scared’ him. He ran from me,” she added, +amusement shining in her eyes, “and I should not like to think that any +woman could appear so forbidding and mysterious as the darkness.”</p> + +<p>Hollis had been scanning one of the poems in his hand. He smiled whimsically +at Miss Hazelton as she concluded.</p> + +<p>“Here is Ace’s opinion on that subject,” he said. +“Since you have doubted him I think it only fair that you should give him +a hearing. Won’t you read it?”</p> + +<p>She came forward and seated herself in the chair that the poet had vacated, +taking the mass of paper that Hollis passed over to her.</p> + +<p>“Shall I read it aloud?” she asked with a smile at him.</p> + +<p>“I think you had better not,” he returned; “it might prove +embarrassing.”</p> + +<p>She blushed and gave her attention to the poem. It was entitled: +“Woman,” and ran;</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>“Woman she dont need no tooter,<br /> be she skule mam or biscut +shooter.<br /> she has most curyus ways about her,<br /> which leads a man +to kinda dout her.<br /> <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_185'></a>185</span> <br /> Though lookin at her is shure a +pleasur<br /> there aint no way to get her measure<br /> i reckon she had +man on the run<br /> a long while before the world begun.<br /> + <br /> I met a biscut shooter in the chance saloon<br /> when i was +blowin my coin in ratoon<br /> while the coin lasted i owned her an the +town<br /> but when it was gone she throwed me down.<br />  <br /> An +so i say she dont need no tooter<br /> be she skule mam or biscut +shooter<br /> she fooled me an my hart she stole<br /> which has opened my +eyes an hurt my sole.”</p> </div><!-- poetry --> + +<p>Miss Hazelton laid the manuscript in her lap and laughed heartily.</p> + +<p>“What a harrowing experience!” she declared. Hollis was grinning +at her.</p> + +<p>“That was a bad thing to have happen to a man,” he observed; +“I suppose it rather shattered Ace’s faith in woman. At least you +could observe by his actions just a moment ago that he isn’t taking any +more chances.”</p> + +<p>She fixed him with a defiant eye. “But he still admits that he takes +pleasure in looking at a woman!” she told him triumphantly.</p> + +<p>“So he does. Still, that isn’t remarkable. You see, a man +couldn’t help that–no matter how badly he had been +treated.”</p> + +<p>She had no reply to make to this, though she <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_186'></a>186</span> gave him a look that he could not mistake. But he +laughed. “I think Ace’s effort ought to go into the +<i>Kicker</i>” he said. “I have no doubt that many who read the poem +will find in it a great deal of truth–perhaps a reflection of their own +personal experiences.”</p> + +<p>Her face clouded and she regarded him a little soberly. “Of your own, +perhaps?” she suggested.</p> + +<p>“Not guilty,” he returned laughing. “You see, I have never +had any time to devote to the study of women, let alone time to allow +them to fool me. Perhaps when I do have time to study them I may find some truth +in Ace’s effort.”</p> + +<p>“Then women do not interest you?” She was looking down the Coyote +trail.</p> + +<p>“Well, no,” he said, thinking of the busy days of his past, and +not being aware of the furtive, significant glance she threw toward him. +“You see, there have always been so many important things to engage my +attention.”</p> + +<p>“How fortunate!” she said mockingly, after a pause during which +he had time to realize that he had been very ungracious. He saw Ace’s +manuscript flutter toward him, saw her rise and heard the screen door slam after +her. During the remainder of the afternoon he was left alone on the porch to +meditate upon the evils that arise from thoughtless speech.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187'></a>187</span><a id='link_14'></a>CHAPTER XIV<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE COALITION</span></h2> + +<p>Perhaps there were some persons in Union County who, acquainted with the +details of the attack on Hollis, expected to read an account of it in the +<i>Kicker</i>. If there were any such they were disappointed. There was nothing +about the attack printed in the <i>Kicker</i>–nor did Hollis talk to any +stranger concerning it.</p> + +<p>Ace’s poem entitled “Woman” had gone into the paper, +causing the poet–for many days following the appearance of his +composition–to look upon his fellow punchers with a sort of condescending +pity. On the second day after his discussion with Miss Hazelton over Ace’s +poem Hollis returned to the Circle Bar. He had succeeded in convincing Nellie +that he had answered thoughtlessly when he had informed her that he took no +interest in women, and though she had defiantly assured him that she had not +taken offense, there had been a light in her eyes upon his departure which +revealed gratification over his <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_188'></a>188</span> repentance. She stood long on the porch after he +had taken leave of her, watching him as he rode slowly down the trail and +disappeared around a turn. Then she smiled regretfully, sighed, and went into +the house.</p> + +<p>Hollis’s return to the Circle Bar was unostentatious and quite in +keeping with his method of doing things. Within the next few days he met several +of the Circle Bar men and there were mutterings against Dunlavey, but Hollis +discouraged action, assuring the mutterers that his differences with Dunlavey +were entirely personal and that he intended carrying on the fight alone.</p> + +<p>His wounds mended rapidly, and within two weeks–except for the broken +wrist–he was well as ever. Meanwhile Potter had succeeded in getting the +<i>Kicker</i> out on time, though there had been a noticeable lack of +aggressiveness in the articles. Especially was this true of the articles bearing +upon the situation in Union County. Hollis had dictated some of these, but even +those which he had dictated had seemed to lack something.</p> + +<p>Nothing had been heard of Dunlavey–it seemed that after the attack upon +Hollis he had withdrawn from the scene to await the latter’s next +move.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189'></a>189</span>But Hollis was +in no hurry; he had lost some of the enthusiasm that had marked his attitude in +the beginning, but this enthusiasm had been replaced by determination. He was +beginning to realize that in Dunlavey he had met a foe worthy of his most +serious efforts. He had determined that there would be no repetition of the +attack upon him, and therefore during his convalescence he had sent to Las Vegas +for a repeating rifle, and this he carried with him on his trips to and from Dry +Bottom.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the drought continued. The sky was cloudless, the desultory breezes +that swept the plains blighted growing things, raising little whirlwinds of +fine, flinty alkali dust and spreading it over the face of the world. The storm +that had caught Hollis on the Dry Bottom trail had covered only a comparatively +small area; it had lasted only a brief time and after its passage the country +was dry as before.</p> + +<p>Rabbit-Ear Creek of all the streams in the vicinity of Dry Bottom held water. +From all points of the compass cattle drifted to the Rabbit-Ear, slaking their +thirst and refusing to leave. Bronzed riders on drooping ponies trailed them, +cutting them out, trying to keep their herds intact, but not succeeding. +Confusion reigned. For miles in both directions Rabbit-Ear <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_190'></a>190</span> Creek became one huge, long watering +trough. Temporary camps were made; chuck wagons rattled up to them, loaded with +supplies for the cowboys, and rattled back to distant ranches for more. There +had been other droughts, but this one was unexpected–unprecedented. There +had always been a little water everywhere. Now Rabbit-Ear Creek held all there +was.</p> + +<p>Only the small cattle owners suffered because of the drought. Riders told of +the presence of plenty of water in the Canadian, the Cimarron, and the Ute. +Carrizo held some. In fact, nearly all the streams held by the large ranchers +seemed to contain plenty. The smaller owners, whose herds were smaller and whose +complement of punchers was necessarily limited, had apparently been selected by +Providence for ruin.</p> + +<p>There were mutterings against the large owners, against Providence. +Particularly were there mutterings against Dunlavey when word came to the owners +of the herds that if the drought was not broken within the next ten days the +Circle Cross manager would drive all foreign cattle from the Rabbit-Ear. He +would not allow his own herds to suffer to save theirs, he said.</p> + +<p>On the night following the day upon which the small owners had received this +word from <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191'></a>191</span> Dunlavey +a number of the former waited upon Hollis. They found him seated on the lower +gallery of the ranchhouse talking to Norton and Potter. Lemuel Train, of the +Pig-pen outfit, had been selected as their spokesman. He stood before Hollis, a +big man, diffident in manner and rough in appearance, surrounded by his fellow +ranchers, bronzed, bearded, serious of face. Though the sun had been down three +hours the heat was frightful and the visitors shuffled their feet and +uncomfortably wiped the perspiration from their brows.</p> + +<p>“Sit down,” invited Hollis. He rose and stood while the men +draped themselves on the edge of the gallery floor–all except the +spokesman, Lemuel Train. The latter faced Hollis. His face was grim in the +dusk.</p> + +<p>“We’ve come to see what you’ve got to say about +water,” he said.</p> + +<p>Days before Norton had told Hollis that these men who were now herding at the +Rabbit-Ear were the small ranchers who had refused to aid the elder Hollis in +his fight against Dunlavey some years before. Therefore Hollis did not answer at +once. When he did his voice was dry and cold. He too had heard of +Dunlavey’s ultimatum concerning the water.</p> + +<p>“Before I say anything on that subject I <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_192'></a>192</span> should like to know to whom I am +talking,” he said.</p> + +<p>Train swept a ponderous hand toward his fellow visitors, pointing them out in +turn. “There’s Truxton, of the Diamond Dot; Holcomb, of the Star; +Henningson, of the Three Bar; Yeager, of the Three Diamond; an’ Clark, of +the Circle Y.”</p> + +<p>“Correct,” affirmed Norton, behind Hollis.</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled grimly; he had caught a belligerent note in Norton’s +voice. Plainly, if the range boss were allowed a voice in the matter, these +visitors would have now received as little encouragement as they had received +from Dunlavey. But Hollis’s smile showed that he held different views.</p> + +<p>“I am Kent Hollis,” he said to the men; “I suppose you know +that.”</p> + +<p>“I reckon we know you,” said Train; “you’re Jim +Hollis’s boy.”</p> + +<p>“Then you know that Dunlavey and my father were not exactly bosom +friends,” returned Hollis.</p> + +<p>Several heads bobbed affirmatively; others sat grimly silent. Hollis +smiled.</p> + +<p>“How many of you offered to help my father when he came to you asking +for assistance in his fight against Dunlavey?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193'></a>193</span>Train fidgeted. +“I reckon they wasn’t much chance―” he began, and then +hesitated, looking around at his fellows.</p> + +<p>“Of course,” returned Hollis quietly, after an embarrassed pause, +“there wasn’t much chance for you to win then. And you had to take a +big risk to help my father. But he had to take a bigger risk to fight alone. +Still he fought. And he fought alone. He was almost ruined. And now you men are +facing ruin. And you have come to Jim Hollis’s son to help you. Do you +think he ought?”</p> + +<p>The men sat silent; the spokesman was without words.</p> + +<p>“How many men can the six of you muster–in case Dunlavey should +try to carry out his decision to drive your cattle from the Rabbit-Ear–or +shoot them?”</p> + +<p>“Eighteen, I reckon,” returned Train, looking at the others, who +nodded affirmatively to his question.</p> + +<p>Hollis turned to Norton. “How many men does Dunlavey employ?” he +questioned.</p> + +<p>“Thirty,” snapped Norton. “But in case he needed them he +c’n get a hundred.”</p> + +<p>“Big odds,” smiled Hollis. “Why should I volunteer to help +you fight Dunlavey? My cattle are certain of getting enough water. Why <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194'></a>194</span> should I not be selfish, +as you men were when my father went to you for assistance?”</p> + +<p>There was no answer. The faces that surrounded Hollis in the semi-darkness +showed plainly that their owners had given up thoughts of assistance. Grim, hard +lines came into them; two or three sneered. Of course they would fight Dunlavey; +there was no alternative, for they could not stand idly by and see their cattle +slain–Dunlavey could not drive them from water, they would have to be +shot. They had reckoned on securing help from Hollis; he held one side of the +Rabbit-Ear and with his support they were in a position to make things very +unpleasant for any of Dunlavey’s men who might, from the opposite side of +the river, attempt to shoot their cattle. But with Hollis against them they +would be powerless; with Hollis against them Dunlavey’s men could swarm +both sides of the river and the destruction of their cattle would be +certain.</p> + +<p>All of the men knew this. Yet they did not answer Hollis’s question. +They had not come to plead with him; they knew that the situation had narrowed +down to a point where they could depend only on their own resources. They would +not plead, yet as they silently started to file off the gallery there were +bitter smiles on <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195'></a>195</span> +several of their faces. There were no threats; perhaps Hollis had succeeded in +showing them the similarity between his conduct and their own in the long ago, +when his father had gone to them for assistance. At least this was what he had +tried to show them.</p> + +<p>Lemuel Train was the last man down the gallery. He turned as he reached the +ground and looked back over his shoulder at Hollis.</p> + +<p>“So-long,” he said shortly. “I reckon you’re even +now.”</p> + +<p>Hollis had not moved. “Wait, Train!” he said. The visitors halted +and faced him.</p> + +<p>“Men,” he said quietly, “you have not answered my question. +I am going to repeat it: Why should I not be selfish, as you men were when my +father went to you for assistance?”</p> + +<p>Lemuel Train smiled ironically. “Why, I reckon it’s your trick, +mister man,” he said; “you’ve got all the cards.”</p> + +<p>“Come back here, men,” said Hollis. “Since none of you care +to answer my question I will answer it myself.” He stood silent while the +men filed back and resumed seats on the gallery edge. Darkness had come on while +he had been talking to the men and inside the ranchhouse Mrs. Norton had lighted +the kerosene lamp and its weak, flickering rays straggled out into the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196'></a>196</span> darkness and upon +Hollis’s face and the faces of several of the men who sat on the edge of +the gallery.</p> + +<p>Hollis knew that he might readily become melodramatic in the few words that +he purposed to say to the men, and so when he began talking he adopted a low, +even tone, confidential, serious. He told them that the things he had written in +his salutatory in the <i>Kicker</i>, months before, had been an honest +declaration of the principles in which he believed. This was America, he +repeated; they were all Americans; they were all entitled to that freedom of +thought, speech, and movement for which their forefathers had fought. For one, +he purposed to fight, if necessary, to retain his rights.</p> + +<p>He told them that he held no ill-feeling against them on account of their +refusal to assist his father. That was past history. But now they were to look +into the future; they were all facing ruin if they did not combine in a common +cause. So far as he was concerned their cattle might remain at the Rabbit-Ear +until the drought ended, or until the stream went dry. And if Dunlavey fought +them–well, he would be with them to the finish.</p> + +<p>When he had concluded Lemuel Train stepped forward and shook his hand. The +others followed. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197'></a>197</span> +There was no word spoken. The men filed down from the gallery, sought their +horses, mounted, and rode slowly away into the darkness. When they had gone +Hollis turned to resume his chair, but found Norton standing near him, looking +at him with a curious smile.</p> + +<p>“Shake!” said the latter. “I knowed you’d do it that +way!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198'></a>198</span><a id='link_15'></a>CHAPTER XV<br /><span class='h2fs'>TO SUPPORT THE LAW</span></h2> + +<p>Hollis alone, of all the men whose cattle grazed on the Circle Bar side of +the Rabbit-Ear, really doubted that Dunlavey would have the courage to +inaugurate a war against the small owners. Lemuel Train was particularly strong +in his belief that Dunlavey would not hesitate to shoot whatever cattle +infringed on what he considered were his rights. “I know the skunk!” +he declared heatedly to Hollis a day or two after the conversation on the porch +at the Circle Bar. “He’ll do it. I’m only scared that he +won’t wait till the tenth day before beginnin’. Why in hell +don’t it rain?”</p> + +<p>This remained the great, universal interrogation. But at the end of a week it +was unanswered. The sun swam in its endless circles, a great ball of molten +silver at which no man could look with the naked eye, traveling its slow way +through a blurred, white sky, sinking to the horizon in the evening and leaving +a scorched, blasted, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_199'></a>199</span> gasping country behind. The nights brought no +relief. Clark, of the Circle Y, sarcastically declared it to be his belief that +some meddler in things firmamental was paying the owner of the sun to work it +overtime.</p> + +<p>Hollis’s daily twenty mile ride from the Circle Bar to Dry Bottom and +return became a trial to him. At night, when he returned from the trip, hot, +dry, dusty, he would draw a chair out on the gallery floor and scan the sky for +signs of rain. To his recollection since his adventure on the night of the storm +there had not been a cloud in the sky. On the trails the dust was inches deep +and light as a feather. It rose in stifling whirlwinds, filling the nostrils and +the lungs, parching the tongues of man and beast and accentuating the suffering +caused by lack of water.</p> + +<p>All the pleasure had been drawn from Hollis’s rides because of the +dryness and heat. On a morning a week following the day upon which Dunlavey had +issued his warning to the cattle owners, Hollis made his usual trip to Dry +Bottom. Norton accompanied him, intending to make some purchases in town. They +rode the ten miles without incident and Hollis left Norton at the door of the +<i>Kicker</i> office, after telling the range boss to come back to the office +when he had <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200'></a>200</span> made +his purchases as he intended returning to the Circle Bar before noon. Hollis +found Potter inside. The latter had remained in Dry Bottom over night and was +busy at a type case when his chief entered. Hollis did not remain long in the +office. He looked over some letters that Potter had placed on his desk, placed +one in a pocket and rose, telling Potter that he would be back and instructing +him to tell Norton to await his coming should the latter return before him. Then +he went down to the court house.</p> + +<p>He found the door of Judge Graney’s court room slightly ajar and +without knocking he pushed it open and entered. On the threshold he halted and +drew a deep breath. Judge Graney was seated at the big table, and directly +opposite him, leaning heavily on his elbows, his face inflamed with anger, sat +Dunlavey. Near a window at the side of the room stood a grave faced man of +medium height, slender and muscular, who was watching the Judge and Dunlavey +soberly.</p> + +<p>At Hollis’s sudden appearance the Judge looked up and smiled, while +Dunlavey faced around, a derisive, mocking grin on his face. Hollis bore no +marks of the recent attack beyond the left wrist, still in splints.</p> + +<p>“Come in,” invited Judge Graney, his smile <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_201'></a>201</span> growing, his eyes glinting oddly. +“I think, since you are responsible for the startling innovation which we +have been discussing, that you are entitled to a word.”</p> + +<p>He gravely waved Hollis to a chair and stood silent while the latter sank +into it. Then he smiled, glancing furtively at Dunlavey and addressing +Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps you will remember that some time ago you printed an article in +the <i>Kicker</i> urging upon the Government the necessity of bringing the law +into Union County?”</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. “Yes,” he said quietly; “I +remember.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” resumed the Judge, “the article has borne fruit. +But perhaps not in the manner you expected.” He laughed around at the +three, deliberately closing an eye at Hollis. “You know,” he +resumed, addressing them all, his eyes twinkling as his gaze met +Dunlavey’s, “that the law is an expensive institution. It is a +fundamental principle–at least of some governments,” he +smiled–“that a community that desires the law must pay, and pay +dearly–for it. In short, if it wants the law it must pay taxes. I do not +say that that is a principle which our government is applying, but I do say that +it is an eminently fair proposition.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202'></a>202</span>“At all +events I have received word from the Interior Department that if we want the law +to come out here we must pay for it. That is not said in so many words, but that +is the inference, if we are to consider the instructions of the Secretary of the +Interior–which are: ‘I am informed that several large ranch owners in +Union County are inclined to evade taxation. Especially is this true–I am +told–of a man named Dunlavey, who, if the report is correct, paid, during +the last half year, taxes on five hundred head of cattle, whereas it is claimed +that his holdings will amount to about five thousand, yearly average. In view of +this ridiculously low return it seems incumbent upon me to appoint an +inquisitor, whose duty―”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey laughed harshly, interrupting the Judge. Then he turned suddenly to +Hollis, his face inflamed with passion.</p> + +<p>“I reckon this is some of your work?” he snarled.</p> + +<p>Hollis met his gaze steadily. “I imagine it is,” he said quietly. +He could not keep a flash of triumph from his eyes. “Nothing could please +me better than to discover that I had a hand in bringing the law to this +country. It needs plenty of law.”</p> + +<p>Judge Graney cleared his throat. “This <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_203'></a>203</span> does not apply to you alone, Dunlavey,” he +said, facing the latter. “Letters have been sent to every cattleman in +Union County, demanding their appearance before me. The government is determined +to re-adjust conditions out here–to enforce this new law to the letter. +Beginning on the first of next month,–September–which will be the +day after to-morrow, every cattle owner in the county will be required to +register his brand and return a list of his cattle, for taxation. Any owner +refusing to make a fair return on his stock will make a grave mistake. Upon his +failure to make such return the government will seize his stock and dispose of +it to the highest bidder, deducting such an amount as will cover taxes, court +costs, and fines, and returning the remainder, if any, to the owner.” +Judge Graney faced Hollis. “I suppose you have received your notification +to that effect?” he inquired.</p> + +<p>“I haven’t paid much attention to my mail since–since I met +Mr. Dunlavey and several of his friends one night–some weeks ago.” +He smiled grimly at Dunlavey, who met his gaze with a derisive grin. “I +haven’t been very much interested in anything except getting well,” +continued Hollis. “But whether I have been notified or not I shall take +pleasure in complying <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_204'></a>204</span> with the law. I shall have my list ready on +time–likewise I shall register my brand.”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey sneered. “That won’t be such an almighty big +job–counting your steers,” he said.</p> + +<p>Hollis laughed shortly. “Perhaps not as big a job as it would have been +had conditions been different,” he observed dryly.</p> + +<p>“Meaning?” snapped Dunlavey, stiffening in his chair.</p> + +<p>“You may draw your own inference,” drawled Hollis.</p> + +<p>For an instant it seemed that Dunlavey contemplated attacking Hollis; he +placed both hands on the table before him, preparatory to rising, evidently +thought better of the idea and sank into the chair again, his eyes flashing +venomously as they met Hollis’s.</p> + +<p>“This country’s going plum to hell!” he sneered; +“when tenderfeet and half-baked lawyers get to running things it will be +time for the cattlemen to pull up stakes and hit the breeze! But I’m +telling you one thing!” He banged his fist heavily down upon the table in +front of him and scowled at the Judge, his voice vibrating with passion: +“You let your damned tenderfoot owners bring in their lists. Mebbe they +don’t know any better. But I ain’t bringin’ in no list. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205'></a>205</span> It’s one thing to +pass a law and another thing to enforce it!” He sat silent for an instant, +glaring at the Judge, who smiled quietly at him, then he turned to Hollis.</p> + +<p>“You’ve been carrying on like you was intending to own this here +country some day,” he sneered; “with your damned newspaper and your +lawyer friend here. What we handed you the other night was just a sample of what +you’ll get if you don’t hit the breeze out of this country!” +He got to his feet and stood beside the table, glaring around at the three +men.</p> + +<p>For a moment neither of the three spoke. There was a saturnine, almost +mocking, smile on the face of the man who stood at the window. In his expression +one could discover much appreciation of the character of the man at whom he was +looking–it revealed the fact that he had met such men before–and +admired them little. There was no fear in the expression, yet had one of the +other men taken the trouble to look at him they would have seen that his right +hand was now lingering very close to the butt of the revolver at his hip.</p> + +<p>Judge Graney cleared his throat. The smile was still on his face, but a +sudden brightness of the eyes and a flush in each cheek showed that +Dunlavey’s defiance had affected him. Both he <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_206'></a>206</span> and the man at the window watched +closely as Hollis got to his feet and approached Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>Hollis’s face was slightly pale, but there was a steady, unwavering +gleam in his eyes as he walked to within five feet of Dunlavey and stood quietly +beside the table looking at him.</p> + +<p>“Dunlavey,” he began slowly, in a soft, even voice, in which +there was not a hint of excitement, “I haven’t anything to do with +enforcing the law that seems to have come to Union County. You can defy the law +if you please. But I have something to say in reply to what you have said to me. +It is this: I haven’t any ambition to own the entire country–such +talk from a grown man is childish. But I do intend to own the little I’ve +got in spite of you or anyone else. I am not in the least afraid of you. I owe +you something on account of the other night and some day I am going to thrash +you within an inch of your life!”</p> + +<p>Dunlavey’s hand fell suggestively to his side. “There’s no +time like the present,” he sneered.</p> + +<p>“Of course I know that you carry a gun,” said Hollis still +evenly, without excitement; “most of you folks out here don’t seem +to be able to get along without one–it seems to be the fashion. Also, I +might add, every man that carries one seems to yearn to use it. But it has <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207'></a>207</span> always seemed to me that +a man who will use a gun without great provocation is a coward!” He smiled +grimly into Dunlavey’s face.</p> + +<p>For an instant Dunlavey did not move. His eyes glittered malevolently as they +bored into Hollis’s. Then his expression changed until it was a mingling +of contempt, incredulity, and mockery.</p> + +<p>“So you’re thinking of thrashing me?” he sniffed, backing +away a little and eyeing Hollis critically. “You slugged me once and +you’re thinking to do it again. And you think that any man who uses a gun +on another is a coward?” He laughed sardonically. “Well, all +I’ve got to say to you is that you ain’t got your eye-teeth cut +yet.” He deliberately turned his back on Hollis and the others and walked +to the door. On the threshold he halted, looking back at them all with a +sneering smile.</p> + +<p>“You know where I live,” he said to Judge Graney. “I +ain’t bringing in no list nor I ain’t registering my brand. I +don’t allow no man to come monkeying around on my range and if you come +out there, thinking to run off any of my stock, you’re doing it at your +own risk!” His gaze went from the Judge to Hollis and his smile grew +malignant.</p> + +<p>“I’m saying this to you,” he said, “no man <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208'></a>208</span> ain’t ever +thrashed Bill Dunlavey yet and I ain’t allowing that any man is ever going +to. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!”</p> + +<p>He slammed the door and was gone. Hollis turned from the door to see a dry +smile on the face of the man at the window.</p> + +<p>“Fire eater, ain’t he?” observed the latter, as he caught +Hollis’s glance.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209'></a>209</span><a id='link_16'></a>CHAPTER XVI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE BEARER OF GOOD NEWS</span></h2> + +<p>Hollis smiled. The Judge got to his feet and approached the two men.</p> + +<p>“Hollis,” he said, “shake hands with Mr. Allen, of +Lazette.”</p> + +<p>Allen’s hand came out quickly and was grasped by Hollis’s, both +grips being hearty and warm.</p> + +<p>“My name’s Ben Allen,” explained the stranger with a smile. +“Tacking on a handle like ‘Mister’ would sure make me feel like a +stranger to myself.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll not quarrel about that,” remarked the Judge with a +smile; “we’ll call you Ben.” He looked soberly at Hollis, +continuing:</p> + +<p>“Allen has been sent over here from Lazette to assist us in +establishing the law. He was formerly sheriff of Colfax County, having been +defeated by the Cattlemen’s Association because he refused to become a +party to its schemes. On several occasions since severing his official +connection with Colfax County he has acted in a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_210'></a>210</span> special capacity for the government. He is an old +acquaintance of the new Secretary of the Interior and much trusted by him. He is +to be the inquisitor mentioned in the letter which I read in the presence of +Dunlavey.”</p> + +<p>Hollis looked at Allen with a new interest. After noting again the steady, +serene eyes, narrowed always with a slight squint; the firm straight lips, the +well set jaws, Hollis mentally decided that the Secretary of the Interior could +not have made a better choice. Certainly, if he had served as sheriff of Colfax +County, he had had some excellent experiences, for from reading the <i>Lazette +Eagle</i>, Hollis had acquired considerable knowledge of the character of the +inhabitants of Colfax. The editor of the <i>Eagle</i> had many times felicitated +himself upon the fact that his town (Lazette) had not been built ten miles +farther east–in which case he would have been a resident of +Union–and ashamed of it.</p> + +<p>“I think we need you,” said Hollis simply. “But I imagine +you will have to concentrate your efforts upon one ranch only–the Circle +Cross. If you make Dunlavey bow to the law you may consider your work +finished.”</p> + +<p>“I think Dunlavey will change his views of things shortly,” +remarked Allen, quietly, but significantly. He smiled at Hollis. “I have +read <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211'></a>211</span> your paper +regularly,” he said. “You’ve got the editor of our paper +hopping mad–with your claims about Dry Bottom being superior to Lazette. +Also, you’ve stirred up the Secretary of the Interior some. I was called +to Washington three weeks ago and invited to tell what I knew of conditions out +here. I didn’t exaggerate when I told the Secretary that hell was a more +peaceful place for a law loving man to live in. Though,” he added with a +smile, “I wasn’t ever in hell and couldn’t be positive. I was +just accepting what I’ve heard preachers say about it. The Secretary asked +me if I knowed you and I told him that though I didn’t I would be right +glad to if you was doing anything in my line. He laughed and said he’d +miss his guess if you wasn’t making things interesting. Told me to get you +to one side and tell you to go to it.” He smiled dryly. “According +to what I’ve read in the <i>Kicker</i> you don’t need to be told that and +so I’m keeping my mouth shut.”</p> + +<p>He dropped his humor and spoke seriously, questioning Hollis about the +location of his ranch, listening quietly and attentively to the latter’s +answers. Half an hour later after having arranged with Judge Graney for the +registering of his brand and the listing of his cattle, Hollis left the court +house and went to his office. In running <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_212'></a>212</span> through his mail he came upon Judge Graney’s +notification and also another letter, postmarked “Chicago,” which +drew a pleased smile to his face. A few minutes later Norton came in, and though +Hollis had done very little on the paper he rose and smilingly announced his +intention of returning to the Circle Bar.</p> + +<p>“We’ll take the Coyote trail,” he informed Norton, after +they had mounted and were riding away from the <i>Kicker</i> office; “I’m +stopping for a moment at the Hazelton cabin. Of course,” he added, seeing +a knowing grin on Norton’s face, “I expected you would be +suspicious–married folks have a habit of adopting a supercilious and +all-wise attitude toward those of us who have been unfortunate enough to remain +in a state of single blessedness.”</p> + +<p>“Meanin’ that you’re some sore because you ain’t got +hooked up yet?” grinned Norton.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps,” laughed Hollis. “But I have been thinking +seriously of trying to reach your altitude.”</p> + +<p>“Girl willin’?” queried Norton, as they rode down through a +little gully, then up to a stretch of plain that brought them to the Coyote +trail.</p> + +<p>“That’s where I am all at sea,” returned Hollis. He +laughed. “I suppose you’ve read Ace’s poem in the +Kicker?” He caught Norton’s <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_213'></a>213</span> nod and continued. “Well, Ace succeeded in +crowding a whole lot of truth into that effort. Of course you remember the first +couplet:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>“‘Woman–she don’t need no tooter,<br /> Be she skule +ma’am or biscut shooter.”’</p> </div><!-- poetry --> + +<p>he quoted.</p> + +<p>“A woman seems to have an intuitive knowledge of man’s mental +processes. At least she gauges him pretty well without letting him into the +mystery of how she does it. A man can never tell where he will land.” Ace +came very near striking the nail on the head when he wrote in the second couplet +that:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>‘She has most curyus ways about her,<br /> Which leads a man to kinda dout +her.’</p> </div><!-- poetry --> + +<p>“And then, knowing man so well, she absolutely refuses to let him know +anything of her thoughts. Which again, Ace has noted in this manner:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p> ‘Though lookin’ at her is sure a pleasure;<br /> There +ain’t no way to get her measure.<br /> I reckon she had man on the +run<br /> A long while before the world begun.’</p> </div><!-- poetry +--> + +<p>“That seems to be the exact truth,” he laughed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214'></a>214</span>Norton grinned +at him. “You single guys have certa’nly got a whole lot to +learn,” he said, “for a fact. Of course if she’s any kind of a +woman at all she’s got him runnin’. But which way?”</p> + +<p>“Why, toward her, of course!” laughed Hollis.</p> + +<p>Norton’s smile widened. “You’ve tumbled to that, +then,” he observed dryly. “Then you’re ready for the next +lesson.”</p> + +<p>“And that?” questioned Hollis.</p> + +<p>Norton smiled with ineffable pity. “Lordy!” he laughed; +“you single guys don’t know a thing not a durned thing!”</p> + +<p>After that they rode on in silence. When they came in sight of the Hazelton +cabin Norton reined in his pony and sat motionless in the saddle, grinning at +Hollis.</p> + +<p>“You run along now,” he advised. “I’ll be +hittin’ her off toward the Dry Bottom trail for the rest of the +way–I sorta like that trail better anyway.”</p> + +<p>He urged his pony off at a tangent and Hollis continued on his way. He found +Nellie alone, her brother having gone out on the range. She came out on the +porch, hearing his pony’s hoofs on the hard sand and rocks of the trail, +and there was a sincere welcome in her eyes. It was the <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_215'></a>215</span> first time that he had visited the +cabin since he had returned to the Circle Bar.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” she said delightedly. And then, aware of the sudden light +that had come into Hollis’s eyes at this evidence of interest, she blushed +and looked down at the hem of her skirt, nervously pushing it out with the toe +of her shoe.</p> + +<p>During the days of Hollis’s convalescence at the Hazelton cabin he had +seen the young woman in many moods. In none of them, however, had she seemed so +attractive as now. Confusion became her, he decided, and he regarded her with a +new interest as he sat on his pony, awaiting her invitation to dismount. It came +presently.</p> + +<p>“It is frightfully hot,” she said, moving over to where stood two +chairs–one in which he had passed many hours during the days of his +convalescence, the other in which she had sat quite often–near him. Not +until now did he realize how full and satisfying those days had been. As he +dismounted and tied his pony to one of the slender porch columns he +smiled–thinking of Norton’s question during their discussion of +Ace’s poem. “Of course”–the range boss had +said–“if she’s any kind of a woman at all she’s got him +runnin’. But which way?” Of course–literally–she did not +have him running, but <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_216'></a>216</span> he knew that some uncommon passion had gripped him +and that he was unaccountably pleased.</p> + +<p>His smile grew when he remembered her sudden indignation over his thoughtless +statement that women had never interested him. Of course he would not tell her +that he felt a serious interest in <i>one</i> woman. When he dropped into his +favorite chair, removing his hat and mopping the perspiration from his forehead +with his handkerchief, he caught her looking swiftly at the scar under his right +eye–which would always be a reminder of his experience on the night of the +storm. She saw his brows contract in a frown.</p> + +<p>“You have quite recovered,” she said; “except for that +slight scar under the eye you are the same as before the meeting with +Dunlavey’s men.”</p> + +<p>He looked beyond her at the tawny mountains that rose in the +distance,–miles on the other side of the big basin–swimming in the +shimmering blur of white sky–somber guardians of a mysterious world. What +secret did they guard? What did they know of this world of eternal sunlight, of +infinite distance? Did they know as much of the world upon which they frowned as +he knew of the heart of the slender, motherly <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_217'></a>217</span> girl whose eyes betrayed her each time he looked +into them?</p> + +<p>A smile that lurked deep within him did not show in his face–it was +unborn and it gripped him strangely, creating a sensation in his breast that he +could not analyze, but which pleaded to be expressed. He could not express +it–now. He feared to trust himself and so he fought it down, assuring +himself that it was not yet time. But he knew that he was not the same as before +his experience with Dunlavey on the night of the storm. Something had stolen +into his heart and was enthroned there; something deeper than a mere +scar–a girl who had mothered him in his extremity; who had hovered over +him, attending to his bruises, binding his wounds, tenderly smoothing his brow +during the days and nights of the fever; attending his wants during +convalescence; erecting a citadel in his heart which would stand as a monument +to his gratitude. No, not gratitude merely. The smile was born. He turned and +looked at her, meeting her eyes fairly, and hers dropped in confusion.</p> + +<p>“Do you think that I am the same as before?” he asked +suddenly.</p> + +<p>She stood up, radiant, pointing a finger toward the Coyote trail. “Ed +is coming!” she declared.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218'></a>218</span>Before he could +say another word she was down off the porch and running toward her brother, +holding his horse while he dismounted, kissing him, patting him lovingly as they +came toward the porch.</p> + +<p>The latter greeted Hollis warmly. “A fellow couldn’t help but +feel good with a sister like that–now could he?” he inquired as he +came upon the porch and took the chair which Nellie had vacated. She had +disappeared into the cabin, not even looking at Hollis, but she could not have +heard Hollis’s reply had she remained. For it was wordless. There are +times when men understand perfectly without speech.</p> + +<p>Hollis stayed for dinner. Nellie was radiantly silent during the meal, +attending to the wants of the two men, listening while they discussed recent +happenings in the county. Ed was much pleased to hear of the coming of Ben +Allen.</p> + +<p>“That guy is business–through and through,” he assured +Hollis. “He was the best sheriff Colfax County ever had–and +it’s had some good ones. Allen’s quiet, but there ain’t anyone +going to herdride him. Some have tried it, but they found it didn’t pay +and so they don’t try it any more.”</p> + +<p>After dinner they went out on the porch for a <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_219'></a>219</span> smoke, leaving Nellie inside. They +could hear her singing as she washed the dishes. Hazelton smiled as a +particularly happy note reached his ears. “I don’t know what’s +got into Sis,” he said, flashing a swift glance at Hollis. “I +don’t know as I ever heard her sing that well before.”</p> + +<p>Hollis made no reply and the conversation turned to the drought–as all +conversations did during that period. Word had come to Hazelton of +Dunlavey’s warning to the cattle owners. He had heard also of +Hollis’s announced intention of taking sides with the small owners.</p> + +<p>“Dunlavey’s ten days is up the day after tomorrow,” said +Hazelton. “If Dunlavey starts anything what are you going to +do?”</p> + +<p>“That will depend on what Dunlavey starts,” smiled Hollis.</p> + +<p>“H’m!” inexpressively grunted Hazelton. He flashed a glance +at the face of the young man beside him, noting the firm mouth, the steady eyes, +and the faint, grim smile. “H’m!” he said again. “I +suppose you know who you’re going to give your water to?” he +questioned.</p> + +<p>Hollis nodded. “To men who refused to help my father when he needed +help,” he returned.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220'></a>220</span>Hazelton smiled +oddly. “I’ve heard about that,” he said. He laughed. “It +strikes me that I wouldn’t give such men any water,” he added.</p> + +<p>Hollis turned and looked at him, meeting his gaze fairly, and holding it.</p> + +<p>“Yes, you would, Hazelton,” he said, a broad smile on his +face.</p> + +<p>“How do you know that?” queried the latter, slightly defiant.</p> + +<p>Hollis motioned toward the kitchen door. “I know,” he said; +“you’re her brother.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” began Hazelton +hesitatingly,–“I―”</p> + +<p>The screen door opened–slammed, and Nellie Hazelton came out upon the +porch. She had found time to change her morning dress for a soft, fluffy +creation of some sort, and she stood before them, flushing slightly as both +looked at her, a picture that smote Hollis’s heart with a sudden longing. +Only one glance did she give him and then she was over near Ed’s chair, +leaning over him, stroking his hair.</p> + +<p>For a long time Hollis sat, watching them with sympathetic, appreciative +eyes. Then he thought of the letter in his pocket, the one postmarked +“Chicago,” which he had discovered at the <i>Kicker</i> office on +returning from the court <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_221'></a>221</span> house. He drew it from his pocket and read the +legend in the upper left hand corner:</p> + +<p>“Dr. J. J. Hammond, ― Hospital, Chicago, Ill.”</p> + +<p>He studied the legend for some little time, his thoughts busy with the +contents of the envelope. Fortunately, his letter to the great physician had +fallen into the hands of the son, Tom Hammond, and the latter, not forgetting +his old schoolmate, had appealed to his father. This was what the surgeon had +written in the letter–he would not have agreed to accept the case had it +not been for the fact that Hollis had been, and was Tom’s friend. He would +be pleased if the patient would make the journey to Chicago within a month, that +he might be able to take up his case before entering upon some scientific +investigations which had been deferred a long time, etc.</p> + +<p>Hollis had been reading the letter again. He finished it and looked up, to +see Ed and Nellie watching him. He flushed and smiled, holding out the letter to +Nellie.</p> + +<p>“I beg your pardon,” he said. “I found this interesting. +Perhaps you will also find it so.”</p> + +<p>He leaned back with a smile and watched them. But he did not, watch long. He +saw <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222'></a>222</span> Nellie start, +saw the color slowly recede from her face, saw her hands clench tightly–as +she began to read the letter. He turned away, not caring to watch them during +that sacred moment in which they would read the line of hope that the great +surgeon had written. He looked–it seemed–for a long time down the +Coyote trail, and when he finally turned his head toward them he saw Ed Hazelton +sitting erect in his chair, apparently stunned by the news. But before him, +close to him, so close that he felt her breath in his face–her eyes wide +with delight, thankfulness–and perhaps something more–Nellie was +kneeling.</p> + +<p>“Oh, thank you, Mr. Hollis!” she said earnestly, her lips all +a-quiver; “Thank you, and God bless you!”</p> + +<p>He tried to sit erect; tried to open his lips to tell her that he had done +only what any man would have done under the circumstances. But he moved not, nor +did he speak, for her arms had gone around his shoulders, and her lips were +suddenly pressed firmly and quickly to his. Then he was released and she turned, +crying:</p> + +<p>“Come and thank him, Ed!”</p> + +<p>But Ed had taken himself off–perhaps he did not care to allow anyone to +witness his joy.</p> + +<p>Some time during the evening Hollis took his <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_223'></a>223</span> departure from the Hazelton cabin. Ed had come +back, silently taking Hollis’s hand and gripping it earnestly. And before +Hollis had departed Ed had taken himself into the house. Perhaps he divined that +there were other’s joys beside his.</p> + +<p>That night before retiring Nellie stole softly into her brother’s room +and kissed him lightly on the forehead. That same night also Hollis rode up to +the Circle Bar corral gate–singing. Norton and Potter were sitting on the +gallery, waiting for him. While Hollis was removing the saddle from his pony +Norton rose from his chair and smiled at Potter.</p> + +<p>“Well,” he said to the latter, “I’m goin’ to +bed.” He moved a few steps toward the door and then turned and looked back +at Potter, who had also risen. He laughed.</p> + +<p>“Listen, Potter,” he said. Then he quoted:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>“Woman–she don’t need no tooter<br /> Be she skule +ma’am or biscuit shooter.”</p> </div><!-- poetry --> + +<p>He hesitated and looked again at Potter. “Why,” said the latter, +puzzled, “that’s from Ace’s poem!”</p> + +<p>“Sure,” laughed Norton; “that’s just what it +is!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224'></a>224</span><a id='link_17'></a>CHAPTER XVII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE RUSTLER</span></h2> + +<p>The following day Hollis rode to town over the Dry Bottom trail. Had he +followed a perfectly natural inclination he would have taken the Coyote, for it +would have brought him to the Hazelton cabin. But he succeeded in forcing +himself to go the other way, arguing that Nellie and her brother might wish to +be alone to consider the great good fortune that had come upon them.</p> + +<p>And so they did, though had Hollis appeared to them this morning as they sat +upon the porch he would have been assured of a royal welcome. Indeed, during the +early morning hours Nellie had cast many furtive, expectant glances down the +Coyote trail. When eight o’clock came and Hollis did not appear she gave +him up.</p> + +<p>The dawn found her kneeling beside her brother’s bed.</p> + +<p>“Ed!” she said, leaning over him, waking <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_225'></a>225</span> him, her eyes alight with joy; +“Ed, he says you can be cured!”</p> + +<p>He struggled and sat up, rubbing his eyes.</p> + +<p>“Gosh, sis!” he said in an awed voice. “Then it’s +true! I was afraid I’d been dreaming!”</p> + +<p>“It is no dream,” she returned ecstatically; “it is +reality–beautiful reality! Wasn’t it simply <i>great</i> of him to +take such an interest in us?”</p> + +<p>“Us?” grinned Ed, noting her crimson, happy face. “Well, +mebbe he did it for <i>us</i>,” he added subtly, “but I take it +I’ve got a right to have another opinion on that.”</p> + +<p>She fled from him without answering and a little later he heard her singing +as she prepared breakfast. After the meal Ed made a short trip out into the +basin to look after his cattle and then returned to the cabin. Sitting on the +porch he and Nellie devoted several hours to a grave discussion of the +situation. They discovered that it had a serious side.</p> + +<p>In the first place there was the dangerous nature of the operation. Here Ed +laughed away his sister’s fears by assuring her that he had an excellent +constitution and that since the fall from the pony had not killed him he was in +no danger from the knife. If Nellie entertained any doubt of this she wisely +remained silent, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226'></a>226</span> +though Ed could see that she was not entirely reassured. He swept away her last +objection to this forbidding feature when he told her that he preferred taking +the risk to living in constant dread of a recurrence of an acute attack of his +malady–such as he had experienced when he had attacked Hollis in +Devil’s Hollow.</p> + +<p>There were many other things to be discussed–chiefly the care of the +cattle and the cabin during his absence in Chicago. He would not listen to her +suggestion to accompany him–he would prefer to have her remain at the +cabin. Or he would try to arrange with Hollis for her to stay at the Circle Bar. +There she would have Mrs. Norton for a companion, and she might ride each day to +the cabin. He was certain that Hollis would arrange to have his men care for the +cattle. He assured her that he would settle that question with Hollis when the +latter passed the cabin that night on his return to the Circle Bar. Of course +Hollis would take the Coyote trail to-night, he insinuated, grinning hugely at +the blushes that reached her face.</p> + +<p>But Hollis did not pass the cabin that night. He had taken the Dry Bottom +trail on his return to the Circle Bar.</p> + +<p>He had accomplished very little that day on account of the heat–and a +certain vision that <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_227'></a>227</span> had troubled him–taking his mind off his work +and projecting it to a little cabin in a small basin, to a porch where sat a +girl–the girl of his vision. She had voluntarily kissed him. Had it been +all on account of gratitude? Of course–though–Well, memory of the +kiss still lingered and he was willing to forgive her the slight lapse of +modesty because he had been the recipient.</p> + +<p>There had been one interesting development in Dry Bottom during the day. All +day the town had swarmed with ranch owners who had come in to the court +house to list their cattle for taxation and register their brands. Shortly after +noon Ben Allen had dropped into the <i>Kicker</i> office with the news that +every owner in the county with the exception of Dunlavey had responded to the +law’s demands.</p> + +<p>To Hollis’s inquiry regarding the course he would pursue in forcing +Dunlavey to comply with the law, Allen remarked with a smile that there was +“plenty of time.” He had had much experience with men of the +Dunlavey type.</p> + +<p>Potter and Hollis exchanged few words during the ride to the Circle Bar. The +heat–the eternal, scorching, blighting heat–still continued; the +dust had become an almost unbearable irritation. During the trip to the ranch +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228'></a>228</span> the two men came +upon an arroyo over which Hollis had passed many times. At a water hole where he +had often watered his horse they came upon several dead steers stretched prone +in the green slime. The water had disappeared; the spring that had provided it +had dried and there was nothing to tell of it except a small stretch of damp +earth, baking in the sun. The steers were gaunt, lanky creatures, their hides +stretched tight as drum-heads over their ribs, their tongues lolling out, black +and swollen, telling mutely of their long search for water and their suffering. +Coyotes had been at work on them; here lay a heap of bare bones; there a skull +glistened in the white sunlight.</p> + +<p>A few miles farther on they came upon one of the punchers from the Circle Y +with a calf thrown over the saddle in front of him. He was driving several +gaunt, drooping cattle toward the Rabbit-Ear. The calf bellowed piteously at +sight of Hollis and Potter. The puncher hailed them.</p> + +<p>“You’re Hollis, of the Circle Bar, ain’t you?” he +said when the latter had spurred his pony close to him. At Hollis’s nod he +grinned ironically. “Hot!” he said, coming quickly to the universal +topic of conversation; “I reckon this wouldn’t be called hot in some +places–in hell, for instance. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_229'></a>229</span> Say,” he said as he saw Hollis’s lips +straighten, “to-morrow the ten days is up. Mebbe it’ll be hotter +then. The damned skunk!”</p> + +<p>Of course he referred to Dunlavey–the latter’s threat to drive +all foreign cattle from the Rabbit-Ear had been carried far and wide by +riders–the whole country knew of it. There had been much condemnation and +some speculation, but there was nothing to be done until after the tenth day. +Even then much depended upon Hollis’s attitude. Would he make war upon +Dunlavey in defense of the men who had refused aid to his father in time of +need?</p> + +<p>Hollis was still of the opinion that Dunlavey would not attempt to carry out +his threat. He smiled at the malevolent expression in the puncher’s +eyes.</p> + +<p>“Somehow,” he said quietly, “I have always been able to +distinguish between empty boast and determination. Dunlavey has done some +foolish things, no doubt, and is doing a foolish thing in defying the law, but I +don’t anticipate that he will do anything quite so rash as to further +antagonize the small owners.”</p> + +<p>The puncher sat erect and laughed harshly. “You don’t?” he +inquired in an over-gentle, polite voice. “Mister Hollis,” he added, +as the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230'></a>230</span> latter +looked quickly at him, “you ain’t heard nothin’ from the +Circle Bar to-day, I reckon?”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s answer was negative. The Circle Y man’s face grew +suddenly serious. “You ain’t! Well, then, that’s the reason +you’re talkin’ so. The last I heard from the Circle Bar was that +Norton an’ some of your men had captured one of Dunlavey’s +men–Greasy–rebrandin’ some Circle Bar steers an’ was +gettin’ ready to string him up. I reckon mebbe you’d call that +doin’ somethin’!”</p> + +<p>Hollis straightened. He had suddenly forgotten the heat, the dust, and the +problem of water.</p> + +<p>“How long ago did you hear this?” he demanded sharply.</p> + +<p>“’Bout an hour ago,” returned the Circle Y man. “I was +rustlin’ up these strays down in the basin an’ headin’ them +toward the crick when I runs plum into a man from the Three Bar outfit. He was +plum excited over it. Said they’d ketched Greasy down by the Narrows +sometime after noon an’―”</p> + +<p>But the Circle Y man finished to the empty air for Hollis’s pony had +leaped forward into a cloud of dust, running desperately.</p> + +<p>The Circle Y man sat erect, startled. “Well, I’ll +be―” he began, speaking to Potter. But <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_231'></a>231</span> the printer was following his chief and +was already out of hearing. “Now what do you suppose―” again +began the Circle Y man, and then fell silent, suddenly smitten with the +uselessness of speech. He yelled at his gaunt steers and shifted the calf in +front of him to a more comfortable position. Then he proceeded on his way. But +as he rode his lips curled, his eyes narrowed, and speech again returned to him. +“Now why in hell would a man get so damned excited over hearin’ that +someone was goin’ to string up a measly rustler?”</p> + +<p>The interrogation remained unanswered. The Circle Y man continued on his way, +watching the fast disappearing dust clouds on the Circle Bar trail.</p> + +<p>When Hollis reached the Circle Bar ranchhouse there was no one about. He rode +up to the front gallery and dismounted, thinking that perhaps Norton would be in +the house. But before he had crossed the gallery Mrs. Norton came to the door. +She was pale and laboring under great excitement, but instantly divined +Hollis’s errand.</p> + +<p>“They’ve taken him down to the cottonwood” she told Hollis, +pointing toward the grove in which Hollis had tried the six-shooter that Norton +had given him the first day after his <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_232'></a>232</span> arrival at the ranch. “They are going to hang +him! Hurry!”</p> + +<p>Hollis was back in the saddle in an instant and racing his pony down past the +bunk house at break-neck speed. He urged the little animal across an intervening +stretch of plain, up a slight rise, down into a shallow valley, and into the +cottonwood, riding recklessly through the trees and urging the pony at a +headlong pace through the underbrush–crashing it down, scaring the +rattlers from their concealment, and startling the birds from their lofty +retreats.</p> + +<p>For ten minutes he rode as he had never ridden before. And then he came upon +them. They stood at the base of a fir-balsam, whose gnarled limbs spread flatly +outward–three Circle Bar men, a half dozen from the various outfits whose +herds grazed his range, and the rustler–Greasy–a rope knotted about +his neck, standing directly under one of the out-spreading limbs of the tree, +his head bowed, but his face wearing a mocking, defiant grin. The rope had been +thrown over the limb and several men were holding it, preparatory to drawing it +taut. Norton was standing near, his face pale, his lips straight and grim with +determination. Apparently Hollis had arrived just in time.</p> + +<p>None of the men moved from their places <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_233'></a>233</span> when Hollis dismounted, but all looked at him as +though expecting him to express approval of what they were about to do. Several +lowered their gaze with embarrassment when they saw that he did not approve.</p> + +<p>“What is all this about, Norton?” he asked, speaking to the +latter, who had stepped forward and now stood beside Greasy. Whatever excitement +had resulted from the sudden discovery that his men had captured a rustler and +were about to hang him, together with the strain of his hard ride to the +cottonwood, had disappeared, and Hollis’s voice was quiet as he addressed +his range boss.</p> + +<p>Norton smiled grimly. “We were roundin’ up a few strays just the +other side of the Narrows this morning, and Ace and Weary were workin’ +down the river. In that little stretch of gully just the other side of the +Narrows they came upon this sneak brandin’ two of our beeves through a +piece of wet blanket. He’d already done it an’ so we ketched him +with the goods. It’s the first time we’ve ever been able to lay a +hand on one of Dunlavey’s pluguglies, an’ we was figgerin’ on +makin’ an example of him.”</p> + +<p>Hollis met Norton’s grim gaze and smiled. “I want to thank +you–all of you, for guarding my interests so zealously,” he said. +“There is <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234'></a>234</span> no +doubt that this man richly deserves hanging–that is, of course, according +to your code of ethics. I understand that is the way things have been done +heretofore. But I take it none of you want to make me appear +ridiculous?”</p> + +<p>“Sure not,” came several voices in chorus.</p> + +<p>Hollis laughed. “But you took the surest way of making me appear +so,” he returned.</p> + +<p>He saw Norton’s face flush and he knew that the latter had already +grasped the significance of his words. But the others, simpler of mind, +reasoning by no involved process, looked at him, plainly puzzled. He would have +to explain more fully to them. He did so. When he had shown them that in hanging +the rustler he would be violating the principle that he had elected to defend, +they stood before him abashed, thoroughly disarmed. All except Ace. The +poet’s mind was still active.</p> + +<p>“I reckon you might say you didn’t know nothin’ about us +hangin’ him?” he suggested.</p> + +<p>“So I might,” returned Hollis. “But people would not think +so. And there is my conscience. It wouldn’t be such a weight upon +it–the hanging of this man; I believe I would enjoy standing here and +watching him stretch your rope. But I would not be able to reconcile the action +with the principle for which I am fighting. I believe <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_235'></a>235</span> none of you men would trust me very +much if I advocated the law one day and broke it the next. The application of +this principle would be much the same as if I stole a horse to-day and to-morrow +had you arrested for stealing one.”</p> + +<p>“That’s so,” they chorused, and fell silent, regarding him +with a new interest.</p> + +<p>“But what are you goin’ to do with the cuss?” queried one +man.</p> + +<p>“We have a sheriff in Dry Bottom, I expect?” questioned +Hollis.</p> + +<p>Grins appeared on the faces of several of the men; the prisoner’s face +lighted.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes,” said one; “I reckon Bill Watkins is the sheriff +all right.”</p> + +<p>“Then we’ll take him to Bill Watkins,” decided Hollis.</p> + +<p>The grins on the faces of several of the men grew. Norton laughed.</p> + +<p>“I reckon you ain’t got acquainted with Bill yet, Hollis,” +he said. “Bill owes his place to Dunlavey. There has never been a rustler +convicted by Watkins yet. I reckon there won’t ever be any +convicted–unless he’s been caught stealin’ Dunlavey’s +cattle. Bill’s justice is a joke.”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled grimly. He had learned that much from Judge Graney. He did not +expect <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236'></a>236</span> to secure +justice, but he wished to have something tangible upon which to work to force +the law into the country. His duty in the matter consisted only in delivering +the prisoner into the custody of the authorities, which in this case was the +sheriff. The sheriff would be held responsible for him. He said this much to the +men. There was no other lawful way.</p> + +<p>He was not surprised that they agreed with him. They had had much experience +in dealing with Dunlavey; they had never been successful with the old methods of +warfare and they were quite willing to trust to Hollis’s judgment.</p> + +<p>“I reckon you’re just about right,” said one who had spoken +before. “Stringin’ this guy up would finish him all right. But that +wouldn’t settle the thing. What’s needed is to get it fixed up for +good an’ all.”</p> + +<p>“Correct!” agreed Hollis; “you’ve got it exactly. We +might hang a dozen men for stealing cattle and we could go on hanging them. +We’ve got no right to hang anyone–we’ve got a law for that +purpose. Then let us make the law act!”</p> + +<p>The prisoner had stood in his place, watching the men around him, his face +betraying varying emotions. When it had been finally agreed to take him to Dry +Bottom and deliver him over to <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_237'></a>237</span> the sheriff he grinned broadly. But he said nothing +as they took the rope from around his neck, forced him to mount a horse and +surrounding him, rode out of the cottonwood toward the Circle Bar +ranchhouse.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238'></a>238</span><a id='link_18'></a>CHAPTER XVIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE TENTH DAY</span></h2> + +<p>Dusk had fallen by the time Greasy had been brought to the bunkhouse, and +Mrs. Norton had lighted the kerosene lamps when Norton and Hollis, assured of +the safety of the prisoner, left the bunkhouse and went into the house for +supper. Potter had washed the dust of travel from him and when Norton and Hollis +arrived he was seated on the porch, awaiting them. Mrs. Norton greeted them with +a smile. Her eyes expressed gratitude as they met Hollis’s.</p> + +<p>“I am so glad you were in time,” she said. “I told Neil not +to do it, but he was determined and wouldn’t listen to me.”</p> + +<p>“You might have tried ‘bossing’ him,” suggested Hollis, +remembering his range boss’s words on the occasion of his first meeting +with Norton’s wife. He looked straight at Norton, his eyes narrowing +quizzically. “You know you told me once that―”</p> + +<p>“Mebbe I was stretchin’ things a little when <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_239'></a>239</span> I told you that,” interrupted +Norton, grinning shamelessly. “If a man told the truth all the time +he’d have a hard time keepin’ ahead of a woman.”</p> + +<p>“‘Woman–she don’t need no tooter,’” quoted +Hollis. “It has taken you a long time to discover what Ace has apparently +known for years. And Ace is only a bachelor.”</p> + +<p>Norton’s eyes lighted. “You’re gettin’ back at me for +what I said to you the day before yesterday–when you stopped off at +Hazelton’s,” he declared. “All the same you’ll know more +about women when you’ve had more experience with them. When I told you +that I’d been ‘bossed,’ I didn’t mean that I’d been +bossed regular. No woman that knows just how much she can run a man ever lets +him know that she’s bossin’ him. Mebbe she’ll act like +she’s lettin’ him have his own way. But she’s bossin’ +him just the same. He sort of likes it, I reckon. At least it’s only when +a man gets real mad that he does a little bossin’ on his own account. And +then, like as not, he’ll find that he’s made a big mistake. Like I +did to-day about hangin’ Greasy, for instance.”</p> + +<p>Hollis bowed gravely to Mrs. Norton. “I think he ought to be forgiven, +Mrs. Norton,” he said. “Day before yesterday he presumed to <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240'></a>240</span> lecture me on the +superiority of the married male over the unmarried one. And now he humbly admits +to being bossed. What then becomes of his much talked of superiority? Shall +I–free and unbossed–admit inferiority?”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Norton smiled wisely as she moved around the table, arranging the +dishes. “I couldn’t decide that,” she said, “until it is +explained to me why so many men are apparently so eager to engage a +boss.”</p> + +<p>“I reckon that settles that argument!” gloated Norton.</p> + +<p>Had this conversation taken place two months before Hollis might have +answered, Why, indeed, were men so eager to engage a boss? Two months before he +might have answered cynically, remembering the unhappiness of his parents. That +he did not answer now showed that he was no longer cynical; that he had +experienced a change of heart.</p> + +<p>Of course Mrs. Norton knew this–Norton must have told her. He could +appreciate the subtle mockery that had suggested the question, but he did not +purpose to allow Norton to sit there and enjoy the confusion that was sure to +overtake him did he attempt to continue the argument with Mrs. Norton. He was +quite certain that Norton anticipated such an outcome.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241'></a>241</span>“Perhaps +Norton can answer that?” he suggested mildly.</p> + +<p>“I ain’t no good at guessin’ riddles,” jeered Norton. +“But I reckon you know–if you wanted to tell.”</p> + +<p>But Hollis did not tell, and the conversation shifted to other subjects. +After supper they went out upon the porch. A slight breeze had sprung up with +the dusk, though the sky was still cloudless. At ten o’clock, when they +retired, the breeze had increased in velocity, sighing mournfully through the +trees in the vicinity of the ranchhouse, though there was no perceptible change +in the atmosphere–it seemed that the wind was merely shifting the heat +waves from one point to another.</p> + +<p>“A good, decent rain would save lots of trouble to-morrow,” said +Norton as he and Hollis stood on the porch, taking a last look at the sky before +going to bed.</p> + +<p>“Do you really think Dunlavey will carry out his threat?” +questioned Hollis. “Somehow I can’t help but think that he was +bluffing when he said it.”</p> + +<p>“He don’t do much bluffin’,” declared Norton. +“At least he ain’t done much up to now.”</p> + +<p>“But there is plenty of water in the Rabbit-Ear,” <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242'></a>242</span> returned Hollis; +“plenty for all the cattle that are here now.”</p> + +<p>Norton flashed a swift glance at him. “That’s because you +don’t know this country,” he said. “Four years ago we had a +dry spell. Not so bad as this, but bad enough. The Rabbit-Ear held up good +enough for two months. Then she went dry sudden. There wasn’t water enough +in her to fill a thimble. I reckon you ain’t been watchin’ her for +the last day or so?”</p> + +<p>Hollis admitted that he had not seen the river within that time. Norton +laughed shortly.</p> + +<p>“She’s dry in spots now,” he informed Hollis. “There +ain’t any water at all in the shallows. It’s tricklin’ through +in some places, but mostly there’s nothin’ but water holes an’ +dried, baked mud. In two days more, if it don’t rain, there won’t be +water enough for our own stock. Then what?”</p> + +<p>“There will be water for every steer on the range as long as it +lasts,” declared Hollis grimly. “After that we’ll all take our +medicine together.”</p> + +<p>“Good!” declared Norton. “That’s what I expected of +you. But I don’t think it’s goin’ to work out that way. Weary +was ridin’ the Razor Back this mornin’ and he says he saw Dunlavey +an’ Yuma and some more Circle Cross guys <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_243'></a>243</span> nosin’ around behind some brush on the other +side of the creek. They all had rifles.”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s face paled slightly. “Where are the other +men–Train and the rest?” he inquired.</p> + +<p>“Down on Razor Back,” Norton informed him; “they sneaked +down there after Weary told me about seein’ Dunlavey on the other side. +Likely they’re scattered by now–keepin’ an eye out for +trouble.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” decided Hollis, “there isn’t any use of +looking for it. It finds all of us soon enough. To-morrow is the tenth day and I +am sure that if Dunlavey carries out his threat he won’t start anything +until to-morrow. Therefore I am going to bed.” He laughed. “Call me +if you hear any shooting. I may want to take a hand in it.”</p> + +<p>They parted–Hollis going to his room and Norton stepping down off the +porch to take a turn down around the pasture to look after the horses.</p> + +<p>Hollis was tired after his experiences of the day and soon dropped off to +sleep. It seemed that he had been asleep only a few minutes, however, when he +felt a hand shaking him, and a voice–Norton’s voice.</p> + +<p>“Hollis!” said the range boss. “Hollis! Wake up!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244'></a>244</span>Hollis sat +erect, startled into perfect wakefulness. He could not see Norton’s face +in the dark, but he swung around and sat on the edge of the bed.</p> + +<p>“What’s up?” he demanded. “Have they +started?”</p> + +<p>He heard Norton laugh, and there was satisfaction in the laugh. +“Started?” he repeated. “Well, I reckon something’s +started. Listen!”</p> + +<p>Hollis listened. A soft patter on the roof, a gentle sighing of the wind, and +a distant, low rumble reached his ears. He started up. “Why, it’s +raining!” he said.</p> + +<p>Norton chuckled. “Rainin’!” he chirped joyously. +“Well, I reckon it might be called that by someone who didn’t know +what rain is. But I’m tellin’ you that it ain’t +rainin’–it’s pourin’! It’s a cloud-burst, +that’s what it is!”</p> + +<p>Hollis did not answer. He ran to the window and stuck his head out. The rain +came against his head and shoulders in stinging, vicious slants. There was +little lightning, and what there was seemed distant, as though the storm covered +a vast area. He could dimly see the pasture–the horses huddled in a corner +under the shelter that had been erected for them; he could see the tops of the +trees in the cottonwood grove–bending, twisting, leaning from the wind; +the bunkhouse <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245'></a>245</span> door +was open, a stream of light illuminating a space in which stood several of the +cowboys. Some were attired as usual, others but scantily, but all were outside +in the rain, singing, shouting, and pounding one another in an excess of joy. +For half an hour Hollis stood at the window, watching them, looking out at the +storm. There was no break anywhere in the sky from horizon to horizon. Plainly +there was to be plenty of rain. Convinced of this he drew a deep breath of +satisfaction, humor moving him.</p> + +<p>“I do hope Dunlavey and his men don’t get wet.” he said. He +went to his trousers and drew forth his watch. He could not see the face of it +and so he carried it to the window. The hands pointed to fifteen minutes after +one. “It’s the tenth day,” he smiled. “Dunlavey might +have saved himself considerable trouble in the future if he had placed a little +trust in Providence–and not antagonized the small owners. I don’t +think Providence has been looking out for my interests, but I wonder who will +stand the better in the estimation of the people of this county–Dunlavey +or me?”</p> + +<p>He smiled again, sighed with satisfaction, and rolled into bed. For a long +time he lay, listening to the patter of the rain on the roof, and then dropped +off to sleep.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246'></a>246</span><a id='link_19'></a>CHAPTER XIX<br /><span class='h2fs'>HOW A RUSTLER ESCAPED</span></h2> + +<p>When Hollis got out of bed at six o’clock that same morning he heard +surprising sounds outside. Slipping on his clothes he went to the window and +looked out. Men were yelling at one another, screeching delightful oaths, +capering about hatless, coatless, in the rain that still came steadily down. The +corral yard was a mire of sticky mud in which the horses reared and plunged in +evident appreciation of the welcome change from dry heat to lifegiving moisture. +Riderless horses stood about, no one caring about the saddles, several calves +capered awkwardly in the pasture. Norton’s dog–about which he had +joked to Hollis during the latter’s first ride to the Circle Bar–was +yelping joyously and running madly from one man to another.</p> + +<p>Norton himself stood down by the door of the bunkhouse, grinning with +delight. Near him stood Lemuel Train, and several of the other <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247'></a>247</span> small ranchers whose +stock had grazed for more than two weeks on the Circle Bar range without +objection from Hollis. They saw him and motioned for him to come down, directing +original oaths at him for sleeping so late on so “fine a +morning.”</p> + +<p>He dressed hastily and went down. They all ate breakfast in the mess house, +the cook being adjured to “spread it on for all he was +worth”–which he did. Certainly no one left the mess house hungry. +During the meal Lemuel Train made a speech on behalf of himself and the other +owners who had enjoyed Hollis’s hospitality, assuring him that they were +“with him” from now on. Then they departed, each going his separate +way to round up his cattle and drive them back to the home ranch.</p> + +<p>The rain continued throughout the day and far into the night. The dried, +gasping country absorbed water until it was sated and then began to shed it off +into the arroyos, the gullies, the depressions, and the river beds. Every hollow +overflowed with it; it seemed there could never be another drought.</p> + +<p>Before dawn on the following day all the small ranchers had departed. Several +of them, on their way to their home ranches, stopped off at the Circle Bar to +shake hands with Hollis and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_248'></a>248</span> assure him of their appreciation. Lemuel Train did +not forget to curse Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>“We ain’t likely to forget how he stood on the water +proposition,” he said.</p> + +<p>After Train had departed Norton stood looking after him. Then he turned and +looked at Hollis, his eyes narrowing quizzically. “You’ve got in +right with that crowd,” he said. “Durned if I don’t believe +you knowed all the time that it was goin’ to rain before Dunlavey’s +tenth day was over!”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled oddly. “Perhaps,” he returned; “there is no +law, moral or otherwise, to prevent a man from looking a little +ahead.”</p> + +<p>After breakfast Hollis gave orders to have Greasy prepared for travel, and an +hour later he and the range boss, both armed with rifles, rode out of the corral +yard with Greasy riding between them and took the Dry Bottom trail.</p> + +<p>The earth had already dried; the trail was hard, level, and dustless, and +traveling was a pleasure. But neither of the three spoke a word to one another +during the entire trip to Dry Bottom. Greasy bestrode his horse loosely, +carelessly defiant; Norton kept a watchful eye on him, and Hollis rode steadily, +his gaze fixed thoughtfully on the trail.</p> + +<p>At ten o’clock they rode into Dry Bottom. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_249'></a>249</span> There were not many persons about, but +those who were gave instant evidence of interest in the three by watching them +closely as they rode down the street to the sheriff’s office, dismounted, +and disappeared inside.</p> + +<p>The sheriff’s office was in a little frame shanty not over sixteen feet +square, crude and unfinished. There were a front and back door, two +windows–one in the side facing the court house, the other in the front. +For furniture there were a bench, two chairs, some shelves, a cast iron stove, a +wooden box partly filled with saw-dust which was used as a cuspidor, and a rough +wooden table which served as a desk. In a chair beside the desk sat a tall, +lean-faced man, with a nose that suggested an eagle’s beak, with its high, +thin, arched bridge, little, narrowed, shifting eyes, and a hard mouth whose +lips were partly concealed under a drooping, tobacco-stained mustache. He turned +as the three men entered, leaning back in his chair, his legs a-sprawl, +motioning them to the chairs and the bench. They filed in silently. Greasy +dropped carelessly into one of the chairs, Norton took another near him, but +Hollis remained standing.</p> + +<p>“You are the sheriff, I suppose?” inquired the latter.</p> + +<p>The official spat copiously into the wooden box <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_250'></a>250</span> without removing his gaze from the +three visitors.</p> + +<p>“Yep,” he returned shortly, his voice coming with a truculent +snap. “You wantin’ the sheriff?”</p> + +<p>Hollis saw a swift, significant glance pass between him and Greasy and he +smiled slightly.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he returned quietly; “we want you. We are delivering +this man into your custody.”</p> + +<p>“What’s he done?” demanded the sheriff.</p> + +<p>“I charge him with stealing two of my steers,” returned Hollis. +“Several of my men discovered him at work the day before yesterday +and―”</p> + +<p>“Hold on a minute now!” interrupted the sheriff. +“Let’s git this thing goin’ accordin’ to the law.” +He spat again into the wooden box, cocked his head sideways and surveyed Hollis +with a glance in which there was much insolence and contempt. “Who might +you be?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>“My name is Hollis,” returned the latter quietly, his eyes +meeting the other’s steadily. “I own the Circle Bar.”</p> + +<p>“H’m!” The sheriff crossed his legs and stuck his thumbs +into the arm-holes of his vest, revealing a nickle-plated star on the lapel of +the latter. “H’m. Your name’s Hollis, an’ you <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_251'></a>251</span> own the Circle Bar. +Seems I’ve heard of you.” He squinted his eyes at Hollis. +“You’re Jim Hollis’s boy, ain’t you?” His eyes +flashed with a sudden, contemptuous light. “Tenderfoot, ain’t you? +Come out here to try an’ show folks how to run things?”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s face slowly paled. He saw Greasy grinning. “I suppose it +makes little difference to you what I am or what I came out here for,” he +said quietly; “though, if I were to be required to give an opinion I +should say that there is room for improvement in this county in the matter of +applying its laws.”</p> + +<p>The sheriff laughed harshly. “You’ll know more about this country +after you’ve been here a while,” he sneered.</p> + +<p>“Mebbe he’ll know more about how to run a law shebang, +too,” dryly observed Norton, “after he’s watched Bill Watkins +run her a little.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t reckon anyone ast you to stick your gab in this here +affair?” demanded the sheriff of Norton.</p> + +<p>“No,” returned Norton, drawling, “no one asked me. But +while we’re handin’ out compliments we might as well all have a hand +in it. It strikes me that when a man’s runnin’ a law shop he ought +to run her.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_252'></a>252</span>“I reckon +I’ll run her without any help from you, Norton!” snapped the +sheriff.</p> + +<p>“Why, sure!” agreed the latter, his gaze level as his eyes met +the sheriff’s, his voice even and sarcastic. “But I’m +tellin’ you that this man’s my friend an’ if there’s any +more of them compliments goin’ to be handed around I’m warnin’ +you that you want to hand them out soft an’ gentle like. That’s all. +I reckon we c’n now proceed.”</p> + +<p>The sheriff’s face bloated poisonously. He flashed a malignant glance +at Hollis. “Well,” he snapped, “what’s the +charge?”</p> + +<p>“I have already told you,” returned Hollis. “It is stealing +cattle.”</p> + +<p>“How stealin’ them?” demanded the Sheriff truculenty.</p> + +<p>“Changing the brand,” Hollis informed him. He related how Ace and +Weary had come upon the prisoner while the latter was engaged in changing his +brand to the Circle Cross.</p> + +<p>“They see him brandin’?” questioned the sheriff when Hollis +had concluded.</p> + +<p>Hollis told him that the two men had come upon Greasy after the brand had +been applied, but that the cattle bore the Circle Bar ear-mark, and that Greasy +had built a fire and that branding irons had been found in his +possession–which <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_253'></a>253</span> which he had tried to hide when discovered by the +Circle Bar men.</p> + +<p>“Then your men didn’t really see him doin’ the +brandin’?” questioned Watkins.</p> + +<p>Hollis was forced to admit that they had not. Watkins smiled +sarcastically.</p> + +<p>“I reckon you’re runnin’ a little bit wild,” he +remarked. “Some of your stock has been rebranded an’ you’re +chargin’ a certain man with doin’ it–only you didn’t see +him doin’ it.” He turned to Greasy. “What you got to say about +this, Greasy?” he demanded.</p> + +<p>Greasy grinned blandly at Hollis. “This guy’s talkin’ +through his hat,” he sneered. “I ain’t allowin’ that I +branded any of his cattle.”</p> + +<p>Watkins smiled. “There don’t seem to be nothin’ to this +case a-tall–not a-tall. There ain’t nobody goin’ to be took +into custody by me for stealin’ cattle unless they’re ketched with +the goods–an’ that ain’t been proved so far.” He turned +to Hollis. “You got anything more to say about it?” he demanded.</p> + +<p>“Only this,” returned Hollis slowly and evenly, “I have +brought this man here. I charge him with stealing my cattle. To use your +term–he was caught ‘with the goods.’ He is guilty. If you take him +into custody and bring him to trial I shall have two witnesses there to <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_254'></a>254</span> prove what I have +already told you. If you do not take him into custody, it is perfectly plain +that you are deliberately shielding him–that you are making a joke of the +law.”</p> + +<p>Watkins’s face reddened angrily. “Mebbe I’m makin’ a +joke of it―” he began.</p> + +<p>“Of course we can’t force you to arrest this man,” resumed +Hollis, interrupting Watkins. “Unfortunately the government has not yet +awakened to the fact that such men as you are a public menace and danger. I did +not expect you to arrest him–I tell you that frankly. I merely brought him +here to see whether it were true that you were leagued with Dunlavey against the +other ranchers in the country. You are, of course. Therefore, as we cannot +secure justice by appealing to you we will be forced to adopt other +means.”</p> + +<p>The sheriff’s right hand dropped to his gun-holster. He sneered, his +lips writhing. “Mebbe you mean―” he began.</p> + +<p>“I ain’t lettin’ this here situation get beyond my +control,” came Norton’s voice, cold and even, as his six-shooter +came out and was shoved menacingly forward. “Whatever he means, Watkins, +he’s my friend an’ you ain’t runnin’ in no cold lead +proposition on him.” He smiled mirthlessly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_255'></a>255</span>Watkins’s +face paled; his right hand fell away from the pistol holster. There was a sound +at the door; it swung suddenly open and Dunlavey’s gigantic frame loomed +massively in the opening.</p> + +<p>“I’m looking for Greasy!” he announced in a soft, silky +voice, looking around at the four men with a comprehending, appreciative smile. +“I was expecting to find him here,” he added as his gaze sought out +the prisoner, “after I heard that he’d been nabbed by the Circle Bar +men.”</p> + +<p>Norton smiled coldly. “He’s here, Bill,” he said evenly. +“He’s stayin’ here till Mr. Hollis says it’s time for +him to go.”</p> + +<p>He did not move the weapon in his hand, but a certain glint in his eyes told +Dunlavey that the pistol was not in his hand for mere show. The latter smiled +knowingly.</p> + +<p>“I’m not interfering with the law,” he said mockingly. +“And I certainly ain’t bucking your game, Norton.” He turned +to Watkins, speaking with broad insinuation: “Of course you are putting a +charge against Greasy, Watkins?” he said.</p> + +<p>They all caught the sheriff’s flush; all saw the guilty embarrassment in his +eyes as he answered that he had not. Dunlavey turned to Hollis with a bland +smile.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_256'></a>256</span>“Have you +any objection to allowing Greasy to go now, Mr. Hollis?”</p> + +<p>Hollis’s smile was no less bland as his gaze met Dunlavey’s. +“Not the slightest objection, Mr. Dunlavey,” he returned. “I +congratulate you upon the manner in which you have trained your servants!” +He ignored Dunlavey and smiled at Norton. “Mr. Norton,” he said with +polite mockery, “I feel certain that you agree with me that we have no +wish to contaminate this temple of justice with our presence.”</p> + +<p>He bowed with mock politeness as he strode to the door and stepped down into +the street. Norton followed him, grinning, though he did not sheath his weapon +until he also was in the street.</p> + +<p>As they strode away from the door they turned to see Dunlavey looking out +after them, his face wreathed in a broad smile.</p> + +<p>“There is plenty of law in Union County, Mr. Hollis,” he said, +“if you know how to handle it!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_257'></a>257</span><a id='link_20'></a>CHAPTER XX<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE “KICKER’S” CANDIDATE</span></h2> + +<p>The next issue of the <i>Kicker</i> contained many things of interest to its +readers. Now that the drought had been broken, Union County could proceed with +its business of raising cattle without fear of any future lack of water, with +plenty of grass, and no losses except those from the usual causes. Dry Bottom +merchants–depending upon the cattlemen for their trade–breathed +easier and predicted a good year in spite of the drought. Their worries over, +they had plenty of time–and inclination–to discuss the +<i>Kicker</i>.</p> + +<p>More advertisements were appearing in the paper. Dry Bottom merchants were +beginning to realize that it deserved their support, and with few exceptions +they openly began to voice their opinions that the editor would “make +good.”’ The advertisements began to take on a livelier tone and the +Lazette <i>Eagle</i> grew more sarcastic.</p> + +<p>When the <i>Kicker</i> appeared following the incident <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_258'></a>258</span> in the sheriff’s office, there +was a detailed account of Dunlavey’s now famous “ten day +edict,” together with some uncomplimentary comments upon the +latter’s action. This was signed by Hollis. He called attention to +Dunlavey’s selfishness, to the preparations that had been made by him to +shoot down all the foreign cattle on the Rabbit-Ear. He made no reference to his +part in the affair–to his decision to allow the small ranchers to water +their cattle in the river at the imminent risk of losing his own. But though he +did not mention this, the small owners and his friends took care that the matter +received full publicity, with the result that Hollis was kept busy assuring his +admirers that the incident had been much magnified–especially his part of +it. Then his friends applauded his modesty.</p> + +<p>In the same issue of the paper was also related the story of Greasy’s +capture by the Circle Bar men. But in telling this story Hollis was not so +modest, for he spoke frankly of his part in it–how he had refused to allow +his men to hang the thief, telling his readers that though Greasy deserved +hanging, he did not purpose to violate the law while advocating it. Following +the story of the capture was a detailed report of the incident in the +sheriff’s office and a scathing commentary <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_259'></a>259</span> upon the subservience of the latter +official to Dunlavey’s will. The article was entitled: “Handling the +Law,” and Dunlavey’s exact words when he stood in the door of the +sheriff’s office as Hollis and Norton departed were repeated.</p> + +<p>Below this, under the rubric, “Union County Needs a New Sheriff,” +appeared an article that created a sensation. This dwelt upon the necessity of +the county having a sheriff who would not permit his office to be prostituted by +any man or influence. The <i>Kicker</i> named a man who would not be bribed or +cowed and declared that his name would appear on the ballot at the next +election–to be held on the first Monday in November. At the end of the +article he printed the man’s name–Ben Allen!</p> + +<p>He had made this announcement without authority, and therefore he was not +surprised, soon after the appearance of the issue containing the article, to see +Allen’s tall figure darken the door of the <i>Kicker</i> office while he +sat at his desk.</p> + +<p>“Durn your hide!” cried the latter as he stood in the doorway; +“you’re the biggest disturber in seven states!”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps,” smiled Hollis, motioning Allen to a chair. +“Still, you don’t need to thank me. You see, I have decided to clean +up this county <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_260'></a>260</span> and +I need some help. I supposed you were interested. Of course you may refuse if +you like.”</p> + +<p>“Refuse!” Allen’s eyes flashed as he took Hollis’s +hand and wrung it heartily. “My boy,” he declared earnestly, +“you couldn’t have done anything to suit me better. I’m just +yearning to take a big hand in this game!”</p> + +<p>“Interesting, isn’t it?” smiled Hollis.</p> + +<p>“Some,” returned Allen. He grasped Hollis’s hand and wrung +it heartily. “You’re a winner and I’m mighty glad to be able +to work with you.” He spoke seriously. “Do you think there’s a +chance for us to beat Dunlavey?”</p> + +<p>Hollis laughed. “I flatter myself that a certain editor in this town +stands rather well with the people of this county since a certain thing +happened.”</p> + +<p>“You sure do!” grinned Allen. “Lordy! how this county has +needed a man like you!”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled. “Then you won’t object to being the +<i>Kicker’s</i> candidate?” he inquired.</p> + +<p>“Object!” returned Allen with mock seriousness. “Say, young +man, if you don’t keep my name at the head of your editorial column from +now till the first Monday in November I’ll come down here and manhandle +you!”</p> + +<p>And so it was arranged. Dry Bottom gasped <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_261'></a>261</span> in public but rejoiced in secret. Many of the +town’s merchants personally congratulated Hollis.</p> + +<p>But for two days following the appearance of the issue of the <i>Kicker</i> +containing these sensations, Hollis stayed away from Dry Bottom. Now that he had +launched Allen’s campaign and placed the other matters before his readers, +he began to devote some attention to the problem of arranging for Ed +Hazelton’s visit to the great Chicago surgeon. Both Nellie and Ed had been +disappointed because of his continued absence, and when, on an afternoon a few +days after his activity in Dry Bottom, he rode up to the Hazelton cabin his +welcome was a cordial one.</p> + +<p>“It seems like a year since I’ve seen you!” declared +Hazelton as he came down from the porch to lead Hollis’s pony into the +shade at the rear of the cabin.</p> + +<p>While he was gone with the pony Hollis stood looking up at Nellie, who had +remained seated in her chair on the porch and who was now regarding him with +eyes in which shone unconcealed pleasure.</p> + +<p>“It hasn’t really been so long, you know,” said Hollis, +smiling at her. “But then, I have been so busy that I may not have noticed +it.”</p> + +<p>Of course she could not tell him how many <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_262'></a>262</span> times she had sat on the porch during Ed’s +absences watching the Coyote trail. But she blushed and made room for him on the +porch. Ed appeared presently and joined them there. The young man was not able +to conceal his joy over the prospect of his ultimate recovery from the peculiar +malady that afflicted him, and gratitude mingled with it as he looked at his +benefactor. He had not recovered from an attack the day before.</p> + +<p>“We’ve got it all arranged,” he told Hollis with a wan +smile. “I’m going to Chicago just as soon as I can get things +fixed.” He reddened with embarrassment as he continued: +“There’s some things that I’d like to talk to you about before +I make up my mind when to start,” he said; “I’ve been worrying +about what to do with my stock while I’m gone. I wouldn’t want it to +stray or be run off by Dunlavey’s gang.” The appeal in his eyes did +not escape Hollis’s keen observation.</p> + +<p>“I have thought of that too,” smiled the latter. “In fact, +I have talked it over with Norton. He tells me that he won’t have any +trouble in caring for your stock while you are away.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks.” Hazelton did not trust himself to say more at that +moment. He knew how great would be the task of caring for his stock <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_263'></a>263</span> during his absence, and +had not Hollis come to his aid with this offer he would have had to give up the +proposed trip. He sat silent until his composure returned, and then he looked up +at Hollis gratefully.</p> + +<p>“That will make things much easier for Nellie,” he said. And +then, remembering that Hollis knew nothing of his intention to ask him for +permission to allow Nellie to remain at the Circle Bar during his absence, he +fell silent again.</p> + +<p>“Easier?” inquired Hollis, puzzled. He had supposed that Nellie +would accompany her brother to Chicago. He did not look at either of the two for +a time. He had been anticipating a period of lonesomeness and this unexpected +news came like a bright shaft of light into the darkness.</p> + +<p>“But you can’t allow her to stay at the cabin alone!” he +said when Ed did not answer. And then the thought struck him that this peculiar +silence on Ed’s part could mean only one thing–that he and Nellie +had decided that she was not to accompany him, and that the problem that was now +confronting them–since he had told them that his men would care for the +cattle–was the girl’s welfare. He appreciated the situation and +smiled wisely into the yawning <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_264'></a>264</span> distance. But a deep sympathy made the smile +grim.</p> + +<p>“I have sometimes wondered how it were possible for a woman to live in +this country without having close at hand one of her sex with whom to +gossip,” he remarked, looking at Ed and deliberately closing an eye at +him. “It doesn’t bother a man so much–this being alone. If he +is a drinking man there are the saloons; if a poet he may write wise saws +concerning the inconstancy of women; he may punch cows, another man’s +head–or run a newspaper. In any case his mind is occupied.</p> + +<p>“But a woman! Of course it is different with a woman. A woman must +talk–she simply can’t help it. There’s Mrs. Norton. Only this +morning I chanced to hear her remark to her lord and master that if he did not +soon provide her with a companion with whom she might discuss the things which +are dear to the feminine heart, he might as well make up his mind to requisition +the mourners. All of which suggests the thought that perhaps it would not be a +bad idea for Miss Hazelton to bundle up her things and advance on the Circle +Bar. Thus two ends will be served–Mrs. Norton will secure her companion +and Norton will find peace.” He turned to Nellie. “Of course if you +are afraid that the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_265'></a>265</span> cabin will stray during your absence I could manage +to ride the Coyote trail each morning and evening–or you could ride over +yourself occasionally.”</p> + +<p>He could tell by the light in her eyes that she was pleased over the +suggestion. He was sure of it when she smiled at him.</p> + +<p>“If you really think that Mrs. Norton would like some one to talk +to―” she began, and then hesitated, her eyes suddenly widening as +she saw an odd light in his. “Oh!” she said, “it isn’t +true about Mrs. Norton wanting to talk. You have guessed that I–that +Ed–wanted me to go―” But confusion descended upon her and she +flushed crimson with embarrassment.</p> + +<p>“If you think it isn’t true, why don’t you ride over to the +Circle Bar and inquire?” he smiled.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps I may,” she replied, looking at him in mock +defiance.</p> + +<p>As a precaution against the carrying out of this threat, Hollis that night +acquainted Mrs. Norton with the facts in the case, even going so far as to +inform the lady brazenly that he had deliberately lied about her. But when she +had been fully informed, she told Hollis that she did not blame him very much, +and that should Nellie carry out her threat to come to her upon an errand having +as its object a question of his veracity, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_266'></a>266</span> she would assure the young lady that he had spoken +the plain truth. Would that be sufficient?</p> + +<p>Hollis told her that it would, and the following morning on his way to Dry +Bottom, he took the Coyote trail and stopped off at the Hazelton cabin, where he +informed Ed that he had decided to send Weary with him on his trip to +Chicago.</p> + +<p>Nellie spoke a few words to him while he lingered beside the porch, but her +threat of the night before was not repeated and Hollis rightly guessed that it +would never be carried out.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_267'></a>267</span><a id='link_21'></a>CHAPTER XXI<br /><span class='h2fs'>DUNLAVEY PLAYS A CARD</span></h2> + +<p>During the week following Ed Hazelton’s departure for Chicago Hollis +did not see much of Nellie. In the few days preceding his departure she had not +allowed her brother to see how his refusal to allow her to accompany him had +hurt her, but once he had boarded the east-bound express at Dry Bottom, she had +yielded to the emotions that she had so far succeeded in concealing. Hollis had +ridden in to town with them, and not until Nellie and he had seen Ed and Weary +safely on the train–indeed, not until the train was well under way and the +two figures on the back platform could no longer be discerned–did Nellie +break down. Then Hollis turned to her with a smile to see the sudden tears well +up into her eyes. He had not attempted to console her, feeling the awkwardness +of the situation.</p> + +<p>He was much relieved when she refused his offer to make the return trip with +her, for he was certain that a few hours alone in which to <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_268'></a>268</span> meditate over her loss would enable her +to regain her composure. But before leaving her he secured her promise not to +stop at the cabin, but to go on to the Circle Bar. On her arrival at the ranch +she was to tell Norton to send one of the men to the cabin after the few +personal effects that she had decided to transfer. But once out of +Hollis’s sight Nellie forgot her promise through fear over the safety of +her things. She took the Coyote trail, riding slowly through the clear sunshine +of the morning.</p> + +<p>After taking leave of Nellie Hollis rode slowly down the street to the +<i>Kicker</i> office. He looked in through the window and seeing that Potter had +not yet arrived, continued down to the court house. He talked for a few minutes +with Judge Graney. Nothing new had developed. Ben Allen had gone to visit +several small ranchers the day before and had not returned.</p> + +<p>Hollis returned to the <i>Kicker</i> office. At noon Potter had arrived, +bearing the news that he had seen Nellie Hazelton on the Coyote trail, within a +few miles of the Circle Bar. She had stopped at her cabin and there were several +bundles strapped to the cantle of her saddle.</p> + +<p>That night Hollis did not see her at all. He did not inquire for her, but +surmised that she was in her room. The next morning soon after <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_269'></a>269</span> he had awakened and +while he still debated the question of arising, he heard her singing in the +kitchen. He smiled, thinking how quickly she had adapted herself to her new +surroundings.</p> + +<p>At breakfast he looked closely at her several times, searching for evidence +of her grief of yesterday. There was none. Therefore he was not surprised when, +after breakfast, she told him that she intended riding with him as far as the +cabin for the purpose of bringing the remainder of her effects. He gravely +reminded her that she had broken her promise of yesterday, and that as a +punishment he contemplated refusing her request. But when, an hour later, he +urged his pony down the river trail she was riding beside him.</p> + +<p>But she did not ride again that week. She did not tell Hollis the reason; +that returning that evening she had reached the Razor-Back and was riding along +its crest when she happened to glance across the Rabbit-Ear toward the Circle +Cross. On the opposite side of the river she had seen two men, sitting quietly +in their saddles, watching her. They were Dunlavey and Yuma. She did not know +what their presence there meant, but the sight was disquieting and she feared to +return to the cabin for the few things that were still here.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_270'></a>270</span>But as the days +went her fears were dispersed. Time and the lure of her old home had revived her +courage, and on a day about a week following her previous trip, she herself +saddled and bridled her pony and set out over the Coyote trail toward her +cabin.</p> + +<p>She had not told Hollis of her intention to ride there, fearing that the +knowledge of what she had seen on the day of the other ride would be revealed in +her eyes. It was a good hour after noon when she stole out of the house to her +pony, mounted, and rode away toward the river.</p> + +<p>For many days she had been wondering at Dunlavey’s continued inaction. +He had been known as an energetic enemy, and though at their last meeting in Dry +Bottom he had threatened her and her brother, he had so far made no hostile +move. Uusually he would go a considerable distance out of his way to speak to +her. Perhaps, she thought, at their last meeting she had shown him that he was +wasting his time. Yet she could not forget that day when she had seen Yuma and +Dunlavey on the Circle Cross side of the Rabbit-Ear. The sight somehow had been +significant and forbidding.</p> + +<p>But when she reached her cabin she had forgotten Dunlavey and Yuma; her +thoughts dwelt upon more pleasant people. Had she <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_271'></a>271</span> done right in allowing Hollis to see +that she was interested in him? Would he think less of her for revealing this +interest? She could not answer these questions, but she could answer +another–one that brought the blushes to her cheeks. Why had Hollis shown +an interest in her? She had known this answer for a long time–when she had +read Ace’s poem to him while sitting on the porch beside him, to be +perfectly accurate. She had pretended then to take offense when he had assured +her that Ace had succeeded in getting much truth into his lines, especially into +the first couplet, which ran:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>“Woman–she don’t need no tutor,<br /> Be she school +ma’am or biscuit shooter.”</p> </div><!-- poetry --> + +<p>The language had not been graceful, nor the diction, yet she knew that Ace +had struck the mark fairly, for woman indeed needed no tutor to teach her to +understand man–woman had always understood him.</p> + +<p>She dismounted from her pony at the edge of the porch, hitching the animal to +one of the slender porch columns. Then she went into the house to gather up the +few things that still remained there.</p> + +<p>But for a long time after entering the cabin <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_272'></a>272</span> she sat on a chair in the kitchen, sobbing softly, +for now that Ed had gone she felt the desolation of the country more than ever. +Presently she rose and with a start looked out of the door. The dusk had fallen; +darkness was stealing into the valley around the cabin!</p> + +<p>Flitting here and there, she hurriedly began packing things which she took +from shelves and racks. It was an engrossing task and she was much interested in +it, so much so that she did not hear a slight sound at the door that led out to +the front porch. But when she saw a shadow darken the doorway of the room in +which she was working she stood suddenly erect and with rapidly beating heart +stole softly forward and peered around the door-jamb. Of course it could be no +one but Hollis. He had taken the Coyote trail to-night. He would be surprised to +see her.</p> + +<p>But it was she who was surprised. Yuma stood near the table in the center of +the kitchen, looking straight at her, his insolent, evil face drawn into a +foreboding smile.</p> + +<p>After the first gasp of horror and surprise a righteous anger stiffened +her.</p> + +<p>“What are you doing here?” she demanded.</p> + +<p>Yuma’s evil smile grew. She had seen him often, usually at a distance, +for she had abhorred <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_273'></a>273</span> him, with his olive skin, his thin, cruel lips and +small glittering eyes. He had always seemed like an animal to her, though she +could not have told why. She thought it must be something in his attitude, in +the stoop which was almost a crouch, in the stealthy, cat-like manner in which +he walked. She had spoken to Ed about him more than once, conveying to him her +abhorrence of the man, and he had told her that he felt the same about him. She +shuddered now, thinking of what her brother had told her of the man’s +cruelty. Dunlavey had often boasted that Yuma was the most venomous and +bloodthirsty of his crew of cut-throats.</p> + +<p>“What are you doing here?” she repeated, her anger growing.</p> + +<p>Yuma laughed softly. “I saw you ridin’ the Razor Back the other +day,” he said, showing his teeth as the words came–even, smooth, +burdened with a subtle mockery. “I saw you again thees afternoon–but +you not see me like the other day–I watch you thees long.” He held +up three fingers to denote that he had watched her three hours. She shuddered, +suddenly realizing the significance of his attitude that day she had seen him +from the Razor Back.</p> + +<p>“Ed gone,” he continued, watching her narrowly; “nobody +here; I come. I like <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_274'></a>274</span> you–much.” He grinned, his eyes +brightening. “I reckon you know–you girl that +understan’?”</p> + +<p>She drew a slow deep breath. Curiously enough, next to the horror and doubt +that she felt over Yuma’s presence at the cabin was a wonder for the +idioms of cowboy speech that were interjected with his own. He had caught them +from association, she supposed. She made a pretense of boldness, though she felt +more like screaming.</p> + +<p>“Leave this cabin!” she commanded sharply.</p> + +<p>Yuma did not change his position. “Leave heem?” he laughed. +“I theenk not. Dunlavey says me come here–make um love me–same +as tenderfoot noospaper man!” He laughed again, exultantly. +“Dunlavey say you spark tenderfoot–you spark me!”</p> + +<p>She trembled, realizing that a crisis was at hand and that she must meet it +boldly. She thought of the ivory-handled weapon in the holster at her hip and +involuntarily her right hand dropped to its butt. She had learned to shoot, but +she had never yet shot at a man and she drew her hand away from the butt of the +weapon with a shudder. Yuma had been watching her closely, his evil little eyes +glittering, and when he saw her hand drop away he laughed derisively.</p> + +<p>“You no shoot heem!” he said. “You ’fraid. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_275'></a>275</span> Dunlavey say he reckon +you no shoot–say you make love to um right away!”</p> + +<p>He smiled significantly and took a step toward her. She made an involuntary +step backward and her right hand again sought the butt of the revolver, the left +closing on the edge of the door that opened into her room. Terror had given her +courage and as Yuma continued to advance with a soft, cautious, cat-like sliding +movement, she drew the revolver and presented it, though her hand wavered a +little.</p> + +<p>“If you take another step toward me, Yuma, I will kill you!” she +declared.</p> + +<p>She saw his little eyes glitter with decision, saw him measure the distance +between them, saw him crouch for a spring.</p> + +<p>She fired, aiming at the lower edge of the scarf that sagged at his throat. +The smoke from the pistol blinded her; she heard his laugh, heard the rush of +his feet as he hurled himself forward. Terror stricken over her failure to hit +him, she dropped the pistol and whirled, grasping the edge of the door and +slamming it shut in his face. She felt his weight against it, but he had been +taken by surprise by the movement; there was the strength of desperation in her +body and she held the door closed against him while she shoved the fastenings +into place.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_276'></a>276</span>Then, suddenly +overcome, she leaned weakly against the jamb, her heart thumping hard, her +nerves tingling.</p> + +<p>For a long time she did not move, and there came no sound from the other side +of the door to tell her of Yuma’s movements. There was a wild hope in her +heart that he had gone, but presently, becoming a little calmer, she pressed her +ear against the door. There was no doubt of Yuma’s presence; she could +hear him stepping softly about the room. Had there been a window in the room in +which she had imprisoned herself she might have escaped, but unfortunately there +was not.</p> + +<p>She fell to thinking of the revolver she had dropped when Yuma had sprung +upon her. It must have dropped very close to the door. Had Yuma picked it up? +There was a chance that he had not. If the weapon were still there and she could +open the door and secure it and close the door again, she would be in a position +to defend herself. She could not defend herself without it. If Yuma should burst +the door open she would be at his mercy. She must get the revolver.</p> + +<p>Convinced of this she stood for some little time at the door, her ear pressed +against it, listening for any sound that might tell her of the whereabouts <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_277'></a>277</span> of Yuma in the cabin. +She heard nothing. Perhaps he had gone? But she listened a while longer, +determined to be certain before loosening the fastenings of the door. +Silence–a premonitory silence–filled the room beyond the door. She +could hear nothing except her own rapid breathing. Presently she heard a horse +whinny. Was Yuma at the horses? It seemed incredible that any man should visit +the cabin purposely to attack her. Perhaps Yuma had only intended to frighten +her; he had said that Dunlavey had told him to follow her, but she believed that +Dunlavey, in spite of his reputation for lawlessness and trickery, was not so +unmanly as to incite the half-breed to attack her. He may have told him to steal +the horses–she could believe that of him!</p> + +<p>But for a long time, in spite of the quieting influence of these thoughts, +she kept her ear pressed against the door. Then, moved by a sudden +impulse–an accession of courage inspired by the continued +silence–she cautiously loosened the fastenings and swung the door slowly +open.</p> + +<p>Her revolver lay close and with a swift movement she reached for it. As her +fingers grasped its butt she heard a slight sound and Yuma was upon her from +behind, pinning her arms to her <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_278'></a>278</span> sides. She felt his breath on her neck, heard his +laugh, exultant and derisive, mocking her. His right hand, gripping hers +tightly, was slipping slowly down toward the hand that held the revolver. She +struggled desperately, squirming and twisting in his grasp, silently matching +her strength against his. Finding this hopeless and feeling his hand gradually +slipping toward the revolver, she suddenly raised her hand toward her face, +bringing Yuma’s hand, still on her arm, with it. Then she dropped her head +to his arm near the wrist, and sank her teeth savagely into the flesh.</p> + +<p>Yuma howled in anguish, loosening his hold momentarily. In an instant she had +wrenched herself free and had bounded to the center of the room, placing the +kitchen table between herself and her assailant.</p> + +<p>But he was after her with a bound, his little eyes gleaming with a venomous +expression, his face contorted with passion. She raised the revolver and fired. +For a breathless instant she thought that she had hit him, for he sank almost to +the floor. But she saw that it was only a trick for he was up again on the +instant, a mocking smile on his face and closer than ever. She fired again, and +when she saw him sink to the floor she pulled the trigger a second time. He had +been <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_279'></a>279</span> very close to +the table when she fired the last time and before she could press the trigger +again he had lurched forward under it, raising it on his shoulders and sending +it crashing down behind him as he confronted her, his evil face close to hers, +his hands again gripping her arms.</p> + +<p>She fought him silently, and together they reeled around the cabin. She bit +him again, and then in an outburst of savage fury he brutally twisted the arm in +which she still held the revolver, sending the weapon crashing to the floor. +While twisting her arm he had been compelled to loosen his grasp of the other +slightly, and she again wrenched herself free and darted toward the door leading +to the porch. But he bounded forward, intercepting her, and with a last, +despairing effort she raised both hands to his face and clawed furiously at his +eyes.</p> + +<p>She heard a savage curse from him, saw the lust of murder in his little, +glittering eyes, felt his sinewy fingers at her throat. Then objects within the +cabin swam in a dizzy, blurring circle before her. She heard a +crash–seeming to come from a great distance; heard Yuma curse again. And +then, borne resistlessly forward by the weight of his body, she tumbled to the +floor in an inert heap.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_280'></a>280</span><a id='link_22'></a>CHAPTER XXII<br /><span class='h2fs'>PROOF OF GRATITUDE</span></h2> + +<p>Shortly after noon on the same day Hollis, finding work irksome, closed his +desk with a bang, told Potter that he was going home, mounted his pony, and +loped the animal out the Dry Bottom trail. He remembered hearing Norton tell one +of the men that morning that he suspected that several of Ed Hazelton’s +cattle were still in the vicinity of the basin near the Hazelton cabin, and he +determined to ride around that way and try to turn them back toward the Circle +Bar. It would be recreation for him after a hot morning in the office.</p> + +<p>He also remembered another thing that had occurred that morning at the ranch +house. Mrs. Norton had assured him–with a sly, eloquent glance at +him–that he might do worse than to make arrangements to keep Nellie +Hazelton at the Circle Bar indefinitely. At the risk of being considered obtuse +Hollis had ignored the hint, broad though it had been. But Mrs. Norton’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_281'></a>281</span> words had shown +him that Nellie stood high in her estimation and he felt a queer, unaccountable +elation.</p> + +<p>After striking the Dry Bottom trail he took a circuitous route and some time +later came out upon a high ridge overlooking a basin. There were some cattle +down there and he made a mental note of the locality so that he would be able to +tell Norton where to have the men look for the cattle. Then he rode along the +ridge until he could no longer see the basin. He spent most of the afternoon +exploring the surrounding country, and then when the dusk began to fall he +retraced his steps to the ridge upon which he had ridden earlier in the +afternoon. Something familiar in the shape of the hills near him struck him and +he halted his pony and smiled. These were the hills that he had seen many times +from the Hazelton porch. He faced around, certain that if the hills could be +seen from the porch he would be able to discern the porch from some point on the +ridge, for he was satisfied that he must be nearly in line with it. He rode back +and forth a few moments, and then, coming out on a bald spot on the ridge, he +saw the cabin.</p> + +<p>It was about a mile away, snuggled comfortably down in a little basin, with +some trees and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_282'></a>282</span> +shrubbery flanking it on both sides. He smiled as he looked at it, and then +suddenly his face clouded, for he saw two ponies hitched to the porch. His +forehead wrinkled perplexedly over this. He was certain that Nellie rode the +same animal each time, because she would not trust any of the others that were +now with the remuda. One of the horses belonged to her of course, for he could +see the gay ribbon with which she was accustomed to decorate her animal’s +bridle. But to whom did the other horse belong? He gazed steadily toward the +cabin, searching for signs of life on the porch. But though he could see +clearly–even into the shadows from a rambling rose bush that clung to the +eaves of the roof–no human figure appeared on the porch.</p> + +<p>Certainly Nellie must have a visitor. But who? He was not aware that the +Hazeltons had made friends with anyone in the neighborhood besides himself and +the Nortons. He smiled. Probably some cowboy from the Circle Bar had been in the +vicinity looking for Hazelton’s cattle, had met Nellie, and had stopped at +the cabin. He remembered to have heard Norton say that he was sending a man in +that direction some time that day.</p> + +<p>That must be the explanation. But while he sat, debating the propriety of +riding down to the <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_283'></a>283</span> +cabin to satisfy his curiosity, the sound of a pistol shot floated to his ears +on the slight breeze that was blowing toward him.</p> + +<p>He sat erect, his face paling. Then he smiled again. He had been in the West +long enough to become acquainted with the cowboy nature and he surmised that +Nellie’s visitor was very likely exhibiting his skill with the revolver. +But he turned his pony and urged it down the sloping side of the ridge, riding +slowly in the direction of the cabin.</p> + +<p>After striking the bottom of the slope he rode cut upon a broad level that +stretched away for half a mile. He made better time here and had almost covered +half the width of the plain when two more reports reached his ears. He was close +enough now to hear them distinctly and it seemed to him that they sounded +muffled. He halted the pony and sat stiffly in the saddle, his gaze on the +cabin. Then he saw a thin stream of blue-white smoke issue from the doorway and +curl lazily upward.</p> + +<p>A grave doubt assailed him. No cowboy would be likely to exhibit his skill +with a weapon in the cabin! Nellie’s visitor must be an unwelcome one!</p> + +<p>The pony felt the sudden spurs and raced like a whirlwind over the remaining +stretch of plain. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_284'></a>284</span> +Hollis had become suddenly imbued with a suspicion that brought an ashen pallor +to his face and an awful rage into his heart. He slid his pony down one side of +a steep arroyo, sent it scrambling up the other side, jumped it over some rocks +that littered the rise, spurred savagely through a little basin, and reaching +the edge of the porch, dismounted and bounded to the door.</p> + +<p>He saw two figures–Nellie Hazelton and a man. He saw the man’s +fingers gripping the girl’s throat and the lust of murder surged over and +blinded him. In the dusk that had fallen he could only dimly see the man’s +head and he swung his right fist at it, putting every ounce of his strength into +the blow. He felt the fist strike, realized that it had glanced, and tried to +recover for a second blow.</p> + +<p>But the terrific swing had carried him off his balance. He whirled clear +around, slipped, and came down to the floor flat on his face. He was up in an +instant, however, his brain afire with rage, his muscles tingling with +eagerness. He did not think of the gun at his hip, for the lust of murder was in +his soul and he wanted only to hit the man–to seize him and tear him +apart–to crush and smash the vile hands that he had seen at the +girl’s throat.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_285'></a>285</span>Five feet from +him, facing him, on his hands and knees and scrambling to rise, was the man. He +recognized Yuma, and even as he bounded forward the latter gained his feet and +tugged at his gun-holster. The weapon had not yet cleared the holster when +Hollis was upon him. He struck again with his right fist and missed, crashing +against Yuma in his eagerness and carrying him down to the floor with a force +that shook the cabin. As they fell Hollis felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his +left wrist, from which the splints had been only recently removed, and the hand +hung limp at his side, entirely useless.</p> + +<p>For an instant after the fall Yuma lay still, breathing heavily. Then he made +a sudden movement with his right arm and Hollis caught a glint of metal. He +threw himself at the arm, catching it with his right hand just above the wrist +and jamming it tight to the floor. Yuma tried to squirm free, failed, and with a +curse drove his left fist into the side of Hollis’s face. Again he tried +to squirm free and during the struggle that followed the hand holding the pistol +was raised from the floor. Hollis saw it and wrenched desperately at the arm, +twisting it and dragging it furiously downward to the floor. Yuma shrieked with +rage and pain as the force of <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_286'></a>286</span> the impact cracked his knuckles and sent the weapon +clattering ten feet away.</p> + +<p>For an instant both men lay silent, panting from their exertions. Then Yuma +succeeded in getting one leg over Hollis’s body and one arm around his +neck. With a quick motion–successful because of Hollis’s injured +wrist–he turned the latter over on his back. His eyes alight with an +exultant, malevolent fire, he gripped Hollis’s throat with one hand and +drove at his face with the other. A quick movement of the head served to defeat +Yuma’s aim and his fist thumped heavily against the floor, bringing a +grimace of pain to his face. Disregarding his injured wrist, Hollis wrenched +savagely and succeeded in rolling free of Yuma and reaching his feet. He had +moved quickly, but the lithe, cat-like half-breed was before him, bounding +toward the pistol on the floor. He was bending over it, his fingers gripping its +butt, when Hollis, throwing himself forward bodily, crashed into him and hurled +him heavily to the floor.</p> + +<p>This time Yuma lay face downward, his arms outstretched, and Hollis lay +sprawled out on top of him. But Yuma had succeeded in holding to the pistol; it +was grasped in his outstretched right hand, just out of Hollis’s +reach.</p> + +<p>For an instant again both men lay silent, <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_287'></a>287</span> breathing rapidly. Then, yielding to the rage that +still possessed him, Hollis bounded to his feet, striking Yuma a crashing blow +in the face as he did so. While Yuma reeled he brought his booted foot down on +the hand holding the pistol, grinding it under his heel.</p> + +<p>Yuma screamed with pain and rage and got to his feet, holding his injured +hand with the other. The pistol lay on the floor where Yuma had dropped it when +Hollis’s boot had come in contact with his hand. For an instant Yuma stood +gripping his hand, his face hideous with passion. Then with a snarl of rage and +hate he drew a knife from the folds of his shirt and sprang toward Hollis.</p> + +<p>Hollis tensed himself for the clash, rapidly measuring the distance, and when +Yuma came close enough caught him squarely on the side of the jaw with a vicious +right swing. But in some manner when Hollis stepped aside to avoid Yuma’s +knife, his feet had become entangled with the legs of the table that Yuma had +previously overturned. As he struck he slipped, the blow at Yuma’s jaw not +having the force he intended it to have. He caught himself, slipped again and +went down, turning completely over the table top and falling face downward to +the floor. He saw Yuma throw himself forward <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_288'></a>288</span> and he tried to wriggle out of danger, but he +failed. He felt the half-breed’s weight on his body, saw the knife flash +in the dull light. He tried to roll over and grasp the knife in its descent, but +could not, his left arm, now useless, being pinned to the floor by Yuma’s +knee.</p> + +<p>A revolver roared spitefully–once–twice. Yuma’s knife +hissed past Hollis’s ear and struck the floor, its point sunk deep, its +handle swaying idly back and forth. Yuma himself–inert, limp, rolled from +Hollis’s back and lay flat on his own, his eyes wide open and staring, two +huge bullet holes in his forehead. And in the open doorway of the cabin stood +Ten Spot.</p> + +<p>For an instant Hollis could not realize his escape. He looked at Yuma and +then again at Ten Spot. Slowly and painfully he got to his feet, looking around +at the wreck of the room. Staggering a little, he walked to where Ten Spot +stood, gripping the latter’s hand silently, at a loss for words with which +to thank him.</p> + +<p>But apparently Ten Spot did not notice the omission, for he grinned +broadly.</p> + +<p>“I reckon there’s folks which would call that a right clever bit +of shootin’,” he said, “seem’ a? there wasn’t time +to pull off no fancy stuff!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_289'></a>289</span><a id='link_23'></a>CHAPTER XXIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>TEN SPOT USES HIS EYES</span></h2> + +<p>The crash of Ten Spot’s pistols aroused Nellie Hazelton, and she sat up +and stared stupidly about–at Hollis, who was just rising from the floor; +at Ten Spot, who still stood in the doorway; and then at Yuma’s body, +stretched out on the floor beside the overturned table. She shuddered and +covered her face with her hands. The next instant Hollis was bending over her, +helping her to her feet, leading her to the door and assuring her in a low, +earnest voice that everything was all right, and that Yuma would never trouble +her again, and that he wanted her to get on her pony and go to the Circle Bar. +She allowed herself to be led out on the porch, but once there she looked at him +with renewed spirit.</p> + +<p>“It was you who came first,” she said; “I didn’t see +you, but I heard Yuma curse, felt something strike him, and then–I must +have fainted. You see, I felt it must be you–I had been expecting +you.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_290'></a>290</span>As she spoke she +seized his hands and pressed them tightly, her eyes eloquent with thankfulness. +“Oh, I am so glad!” she whispered. Then she saw Ten Spot standing in +the doorway and she ran over and seized his hands also, shaking them +hysterically. And Ten Spot stood, red of face, grinning bashfully at +her–like a big, awkward, embarrassed schoolboy.</p> + +<p>“That’s the first time I’ve ever been thanked for +shootin’ anybody!” he confided to Hollis, later. “An’ it +cert’nly did feel some strange!”</p> + +<p>In spite of Hollis’s remonstrances the girl insisted on returning to +the interior of the cabin, to “bundle up her things.” Feeling the +futility of further objection, Hollis finally allowed her to enter. But while +she was busy in one of the rooms he and Ten Spot carried Yuma’s body +outside, around to the rear of the cabin.</p> + +<p>Then, when the girl had finally secured her “things” and they had +been securely tied to her pony, and she had started down the trail toward the +Circle Bar ranch, Hollis and Ten Spot returned to the rear of the cabin, took up +Yuma’s body, carried it to a secluded spot at some little distance from +the cabin and there buried it deep and quickly.</p> + +<p>“I want to thank you again,” said Hollis as he and Ten Spot stood +on the porch when Hollis <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_291'></a>291</span> was ready to depart; “it was a great stroke +of luck that brought you here just when you were needed.”</p> + +<p>Ten Spot grinned. “I don’t think it was just luck that brought +me,” he said; “though mebbe it was luck that took me into the +Fashion this morning. Whatever it was, I was in there, an’ I heard +Dunlavey an’ Yuma cookin’ this here deal. I wasn’t +feelin’ entirely ongrateful for the way you’d treated me after +you’d got my gun that day in the <i>Kicker</i> office an’ I +wasn’t intendin’ to let happen what Dunlavey wanted to happen. So I +got out of the Fashion as soon as I could an’ trailed Yuma. I’ve +been after him all day, but somehow or other I lost him an’ didn’t +find out where he’d gone till a little while ago–when I heard a gun +go off. Then I hit the breeze here–after Yuma. That’s all. +That’s how I come to get here so lucky.” He stuck out a hand to +Hollis. “Well, so-long,” he said; “I’m hittin’ the +breeze out of the country.” He stepped forward to his pony, but hesitated +when he heard Hollis speak.</p> + +<p>“Then you’re not going back to the Circle Cross–to work for +Dunlavey?” questioned the latter.</p> + +<p>“Well, no,” grinned Ten Spot. “You see, it might not be so +pleasant now as it’s been. I <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_292'></a>292</span> reckon when Dunlavey hears this he won’t be +exactly tickled.”</p> + +<p>Hollis contemplated him gravely. “So you’re going to leave the +country?” he said slowly, his eyes twinkling. “I take it you are not +afraid―”</p> + +<p>“Don’t!” said Ten Spot coldly and sharply. Then he grinned +with feline cordiality. “I reckon I ain’t scared of anyone,” +he said, “but I ain’t likin’ to go back to the Circle Cross +after puttin’ Yuma out of business. I’ve done some mean things in my +time, but I ain’t dealin’ double with no man, an’ I +couldn’t go back to the Circle Cross an’ work for Dunlavey when I +ain’t sympathizin’ with him none.”</p> + +<p>“I’m shy of good cowhands,” offered Hollis quietly. +“If forty a month would be―”</p> + +<p>Ten Spot’s right hand was suddenly gripping Hollis’s. +“You’ve hired a man, boss!” he said, his eyes alight with +pleasure. “Ever since you clawed me that day in the <i>Kicker</i> office +I’ve had a hankerin’ to work for you. I was wonder in’ if +you’d ast me. There ain’t no damn―”</p> + +<p>“Then it’s a bargain,” laughed Hollis, interrupting. +“You can start right now.” He pointed to the ridge upon which he had +been riding when he heard the shot that had brought him to the cabin. +“Some of Ed Hazelton’s cattle <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_293'></a>293</span> are in the basin on the other side of that +ridge,” he said. “You go over there and keep an eye on them until I +can get a chance to send some one here to help you drive them back up the river +toward the Circle Bar.” As he came to the edge of the porch to mount his +pony his gaze fell on Yuma’s horse, still hitched to one of the columns. +“What are we going to do with Yuma’s horse?” he +questioned.</p> + +<p>Ten Spot grinned. He walked over to the pony, unhitched it, and with a +vicious slap on the flank sent it loping down the trail toward the river.</p> + +<p>“That’ll be my message to Dunlavey that Yuma ain’t here any +more,” he said grimly.</p> + +<p>Hollis mounted and rode a short distance, but halted and turned in the saddle +when he heard Ten Spot call to him.</p> + +<p>“Boss,” he said with a grin, “I ain’t exactly blind, +an’ mebbe you’ve got your eyes with you, too. But I saw that there +Hazelton girl lookin’ at you sorta―”</p> + +<p>He saw a smile on Hollis’s face, but the rest of his speech was drowned +in a clatter of hoofs as the “boss’s” pony tore down the +Coyote trail. Then Ten Spot smiled, mounted his pony, and rode away toward the +ridge.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_294'></a>294</span><a id='link_24'></a>CHAPTER XXIV<br /><span class='h2fs'>CAMPAIGN GUNS</span></h2> + +<p>Of course Yuma had been amply punished for his part in the attack on Nellie +Hazelton, but there still remained Dunlavey–who had instigated it. Hollis +was aware of the uselessness of bringing a charge against Dunlavey–he had +not forgotten his experience with Bill Watkins when he had attempted to have +Greasy brought to justice. He believed that he would not have brought such a +charge had there been any probability of the sheriff taking action. He felt that +in inciting Yuma to attack Nellie, Dunlavey had also contemplated a blow at him. +The man’s devilish ingenuity appalled him, but it also aroused a fierce +anger in his heart that, in the absence of a powerful will, would have moved him +to immediate vengeance.</p> + +<p>But he contemplated no immediate action. Besides the attack on Nellie +Hazelton there was another score to settle with Dunlavey, and when the time came +for a final accounting he told himself that he would settle both. He knew there +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_295'></a>295</span> would come such a +time. From the beginning he had felt that he and the Circle Cross manager were +marked by fate for a clash. He was eager for it, but content to wait until the +appointed time. And he knew that the time was not far distant.</p> + +<p>Therefore he remained silent regarding the incident, and except to Norton and +his wife, Nellie Hazelton, Ten Spot, and himself, the disappearance of Yuma +remained a mystery.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey, perhaps, might have had his suspicions, but if so he communicated +them to no one, and so as the days passed the mystery ceased to be discussed and +Yuma was forgotten.</p> + +<p>Hollis received a letter from Weary, dated “Chicago,” announcing +the safe arrival of himself and Ed Hazelton. “Town” suited him to a +“T,” he wrote. But Doctor Hammond would not operate at once–he +wanted time to study the symptoms of Ed’s malady. That was all. Hollis +turned this letter over to Nellie, with another from Ed, addressed to +her–whose contents remained a mystery to him.</p> + +<p>Ben Allen had returned from his visit to the small ranchers in the vicinity, +had confided to Hollis that he had “mixed a little politics with +business,” and then, after receiving a telegram from the Secretary of the +Interior, had taken <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_296'></a>296</span> himself off to Santa Fe to confer with the +governor.</p> + +<p>After several days he returned. He entered the <i>Kicker</i> office to greet +Hollis, his face wreathed in smiles.</p> + +<p>“You’ve got ’em all stirred up, my boy!” he declared, +placing his hand on Hollis’s shoulder with a resounding +“smack”; “they’re goin’ to enforce the little law +we’ve got and they’ve passed some new ones. Here’s a few! +First and foremost, cattle stealing is to be considered felony! Penalty, from +one to twenty years! Next–free water! Being as the rivers in this +Territory ain’t never been sold with what land the government sharks has +disposed of, any cattleman’s got the right to water wherever he wants to. +The governor told me that if it’s necessary he’ll send Uncle +Sam’s blue coats anywhere in the Territory to enforce that! Third: after a +man’s registered his brand he can’t change it unless he applies to +the district judge. Them that ain’t registered their brand ain’t +entitled to no protection. I reckon there’s trouble ahead for any man +which monkeys with another man’s brand!</p> + +<p>“Say!” Allen eyed Hollis whimsically; “that new +governor’s all het up over you! Had a copy of the <i>Kicker</i> in front +of him on his desk <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_297'></a>297</span> +when he was talkin’ to me. Says you’re a scrapper from the word go, +an’ that he’d back you up long as there was a blue coat anywhere in +the Territory!”</p> + +<p>Allen’s speech was ungrammatical, but its message was one of good cheer +and Hollis’s eyes brightened. The Law was coming at last! He could not +help but wonder what Dunlavey’s feelings would be when he heard of it. For +himself, he felt as any man must feel who, laboring at a seemingly impossible +task, endless and thankless, sees in the distance the possible, the end, and the +plaudits of his friends.</p> + +<p>Yes, he could see the end, but the end was not yet. He looked gravely at +Allen.</p> + +<p>“Did you happen to hear when these laws become effective?” he +inquired.</p> + +<p>“On the first day of October!” returned Allen, triumphantly.</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled. “And election day is the third of +November,” he said. “That gives Dunlavey, Watkins and Company a +month’s grace–in case you are elected sheriff.”</p> + +<p>Allen grinned. “They can’t do a heap in a month,” he +said.</p> + +<p>“No,” returned Hollis, “but in most elections that have +come under my observation, I have noticed that the winning candidate does not +assume <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_298'></a>298</span> office for +a considerable time after the election. What is the custom out here?”</p> + +<p>Allen grinned grimly. “Usually it’s two weeks,” he said, +“but if I’m elected it will be the next day–if I have to go +down to the sheriff’s office and drag Bill Watkins out by the +hair!”</p> + +<p>“That belligerent spirit does you credit,” dryly observed Hollis. +“It will afford me great pleasure to participate in the festivities. But +there is another matter to be thought of–which we seem to have overlooked. +Usually before an election there is a primary, or a convention, is there +not?”</p> + +<p>“There is,” grinned Allen. “It’s to-night, and +I’m ready for it!” His grin expanded to a wide, whimsical smile. +“I told you that I’d been mixing a little politics with +business,” he said. “Well, I’ve done so.” He got up and +approached the front window of the office, sweeping a hand toward the street. +“If you’ll just get up and look out here,” he said, +“you’ll see that I ain’t lying. There’s some good in +being an ex-office-holder–you get experience enough to tell you how to run +a campaign.” He bowed to Hollis. “Now, if you’ll look close at +that gang which is mixing palaver in front of the Silver Dollar you’ll +mebbe notice that Lemuel Train is in it, an’ Truxton, of the Diamond Dot, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_299'></a>299</span> Holcomb, of the +Star, Yeager, of the Three Diamond, Clark, of the Circle Y, Henningson, of the +Three Bar, Toban, of the T Down, an’ some more which has come in for the +racket tonight. Countin’ ’em all–the punchers which have come +in with the fellows I have named–there’ll be about seventy-five.</p> + +<p>“An’, say!” he added, suddenly confronting Hollis and +grasping him by the shoulder and shaking him playfully and admiringly, +“there wouldn’t a durn one of them have come over here on my +account. They up an’ told me so when I asked them. Said they’d +nothin’ ag’in me, but they wasn’t considerin’ +votin’ at all. But since Hollis wanted me–well, they’d come +over just to show you that they appreciated what you’d done for +them!”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled. He did not tell Allen that since the appearance of the +<i>Kicker</i> containing the announcement that he was to be its candidate he had +written every small rancher in the vicinity, requesting as a personal favor that +they appear in Dry Bottom on the day of the primary; that these letters had been +delivered by Ace, and that when the poet returned he had presented Hollis with a +list containing the name of every rancher who had promised to come, and that +several days before Hollis had known approximately <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_300'></a>300</span> how many votes Allen would receive at +the primary. He did not intend that Allen should know this–or that he had +been going quietly from one Dry Bottom merchant to another, appealing to them +for their support. And the earnestness with which many of them had promised had +convinced him that the primary was to be the beginning of the end for Bill +Watkins and Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>When he had first come to Dry Bottom it had been universally conceded by the +town’s citizens that his differences with Dunlavey and the +Cattlemen’s Association were purely personal, and there had been a +disposition on the part of the citizens to let them fight it out between +themselves. But of late there had come a change in that sentiment. The change +had been gradual, beginning with the day when he had told the author of the +notice that had appeared on the door of the <i>Kicker</i> office not to hold the +express on his account. But the change had come and it was evident that it was +to be permanent. It had only been necessary to arouse the government to the +situation in order to secure intervention. He had hoped to secure this +intervention without being forced to a hostile clash with the opposition, but +his first meeting with Dunlavey had spoiled that. Subsequent events had widened +the breach.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_301'></a>301</span>He was +satisfied. Let Bill Watkins be defeated for sheriff and Dunlavey was beaten. But +there was much to be done before that desirable end could be achieved.</p> + +<p>Following the custom the primary was to be held in the sheriff’s +office. Watkins had issued a proclamation some weeks before; it had appeared on +the door of the sheriff’s office–a written notice, tacked to the +door–but it had been removed the same day. Obviously, it was the +sheriff’s intention to conduct the primary as quietly as possible, hoping +no doubt to disarm whatever opposition might develop. But Hollis had been +apprised of the appearance of the proclamation and had quietly proceeded to +plant the seed of opposition to Watkins in the minds of his friends.</p> + +<p>He had been warned by Judge Graney that Watkins would try to +“pack” the sheriff’s office with his friends on the night of +the primary. This had been the usual method employed by Dunlavey when opposition +to Watkins developed. Drunken, dissolute, dangerous men were usually on hand to +overawe the opposition; the Judge told of instances in which gunplay had +developed. But Hollis had determined that Watkins must be beaten.</p> + +<p>Allen did not stay long in the <i>Kicker</i> office. Nor, for that matter, +did Hollis. Once, during <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_302'></a>302</span> the morning, he went down to the court house to +talk with Judge Graney. Then he returned to the <i>Kicker</i> office and worked +until noon.</p> + +<p>During the morning there had been a surprising influx of visitors. Bronzed +punchers on dusty, drooping ponies rode down the town’s one street, +dropped from their saddles, and sought the saloons. Groups of them swarmed the +streets and the stores. As Hollis walked down to his office after leaving the +court house, he was kept busy nodding to friends–many of whom had become +such during the later days of the drought. Merchants grinned at him from their +doorways; Dunlavey’s friends sneered as he passed or sent ribald jokes +after him.</p> + +<p>At noon he went to the Alhambra for lunch. Almost the first person he saw +there was Dunlavey. The latter grinned at him mockingly.</p> + +<p>“Friends of yours in town to-day,” he said with a sneer. +“Well, you’ll need them!”</p> + +<p>His voice had been loud enough for all in the restaurant to hear. Hollis did +not answer, though he appreciated the significance of Dunlavey’s words; +they told him that the Circle Cross manager was aware of the contemplated +contest and was ready for it.</p> + +<p>During the afternoon Dry Bottom presented a decidedly different appearance +from the day <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_303'></a>303</span> when +Hollis had first viewed it. Animation had succeeded desolation. Perhaps a +hundred cowponies were hitched to the rails that paralleled the fronts of the +saloons, the stores, and many of the private dwellings. It was apparent that +many of the visitors had made the trip to town for the double purpose of voting +and securing supplies, for mixed with the ponies were numerous wagons of various +varieties, their owners loading them with boxes and crates. Men swarmed the +sidewalks; the saloons buzzed.</p> + +<p>Toward dusk the volume of noise in the saloons drowned all sound outside. +Having made their purchases the ranchers who had driven in for supplies and had +loaded their wagons preparatory to departure found time to join their friends +and acquaintances over a convivial glass. By the time the kerosene lamps were +lighted in the saloons revelry reigned. From one saloon issued the shrieking, +discordant notes of a violin, accompanied by the scuffling of feet; from another +came laughter and the clinking of glasses; from still another came harsh oaths +and obscene shouts. In the latter place rose the laughter of women.</p> + +<p>Seated at his desk near the front window of the <i>Kicker</i> office Hollis +gravely watched the scene–listened to the sounds. In another chair <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_304'></a>304</span> sat Potter. There was no +light in the office; neither man had thought of a light. As the revelry in the +saloons increased the printer glanced furtively at his chief.</p> + +<p>“There’ll be hell to-night!” he said.</p> + +<p>“I expect there will be trouble,” agreed Hollis.</p> + +<p>Potter shifted uneasily in his chair, eyeing his employer with a worried +expression. He was silent for a moment. Then he cleared his throat +nervously.</p> + +<p>“Do you intend to go there–to the sheriff’s +office–to-night?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>Hollis looked quickly at him. “Of course!” he said with emphasis. +“Why?” he interrogated.</p> + +<p>“Nothing,” returned Potter; “only―” he +hesitated and then blurted out: “I wouldn’t go if I were you. +They’ve been saying that if you do there’ll be trouble. You know +what that means.”</p> + +<p>“Who has been saying that?” inquired Hollis.</p> + +<p>“I heard it at noon–in the Silver Dollar. Some of +Dunlavey’s men sat near me and I heard them saying that Watkins was to win +if they had to put two or three of his chief opponents out of +business.”</p> + +<p>“I have been expecting that,” returned Hollis. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_305'></a>305</span> He said nothing more and +Potter, having done his duty, felt that he had no business to interfere +further.</p> + +<p>Shortly after dark there was a clatter of hoofs outside the <i>Kicker</i> +office and four men dismounted from their ponies and strode to the office door. +They were Norton, Ace, Lanky, and Bud. Evidently Hollis had been awaiting their +coming, for he met them at the door, greeting them with the words: +“We’ll be going at once; it’s about time.”</p> + +<p>Followed by Potter the five strode rapidly down the street. When they arrived +at the sheriff’s office there were a number of men congregated about the +door. Inside a kerosene lamp flickered on a table that sat in the center of the +room. Another lamp stood on Watkins’s desk, and beside the desk sat +Watkins himself.</p> + +<p>Conversation died away as Hollis and his men approached the door and stood in +the stream of light from the interior. A man stepped out of the shadow of the +building and approached Hollis, drawing him and Norton aside. It was Allen. The +latter had lost some of the sprightliness that had marked his manner during his +conversation with Hollis in the <i>Kicker</i> office that morning–he was +again the cool, deliberate, steady-eyed man he had been that day in Judge <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_306'></a>306</span> Graney’s office +when Hollis had met him the first time.</p> + +<p>“I’ve been waitin’ for you,” he said; +“we’re goin’ to have a scrumptuous time. Dunlavey’s +planning to pack her.” He swept a hand toward the interior of the office. +“But each candidate is to be allowed two witnesses. I’ve selected +you two. Dunlavey and Greasy are doing the honors for Watkins. We might just as +well go inside; we can’t do anything out here. There won’t be +anything done by any of this gang until Dunlavey says the word.”</p> + +<p>He turned and stepped into the sheriff’s office, Hollis and Norton +following.</p> + +<p>Watkins looked up and surveyed them with a bland smile as they entered and +dropped quietly into the several chairs that had been provided.</p> + +<p>“I reckon she’s goin’ to be some hot tonight?” +significantly remarked Watkins, addressing himself to Allen.</p> + +<p>“Maybe,” grinned Allen.</p> + +<p>“We’re goin’ to take a hand in handlin’ the +Law,” significantly remarked Norton.</p> + +<p>Watkins’s face reddened. He stared offensively at Hollis.</p> + +<p>“I reckon you’re a witness, too,” he said, sneering. +“Well,” he went on as Hollis gravely nodded, “the law says +that a witness to the count <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_307'></a>307</span> must be a resident of the county. An’ I +reckon you ain’t. You ain’t been―”</p> + +<p>“He stays,” interrupted Allen, shortly. “That’s +settled.”</p> + +<p>Watkins’s face bloated with a sudden anger, but he wheeled without +replying and gave his attention to some papers lying on the desk in front of +him.</p> + +<p>For a long time the four sat in silence. Outside arose voices of +men–growing in volume. There was a jam around the door; looking out Hollis +could see the bronzed, grim faces of the punchers as they crowded close, moved +by a spirit of curiosity. Hollis could hear exclamations of impatience, though +the majority of the men outside stood in silence, waiting.</p> + +<p>Plainly, nothing was to be done until the arrival of Dunlavey. And presently +he came.</p> + +<p>He had not been drinking; he was undeniably sober and self-possessed. As he +entered the door of the office there was a sudden surge on the part of the +crowd–several of the men tried to force their way in behind Dunlavey. But +he halted on the threshold, scowling back at them and uttering the one word: +“Wait!” The crowd fell back at the command and watched.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey stepped across the room, standing beside Watkins, his rapid glance +noting the presence <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_308'></a>308</span> of the three members of the opposition. He ignored +Hollis and Norton, speaking to Allen.</p> + +<p>“So you’re sure enough going to run?” he said.</p> + +<p>“Sure,” returned Allen. He rose slowly, stepped deliberately +across the room, closed the door, and stood with his back to it.</p> + +<p>“We’re all here now,” he said quietly, “and I want to +talk a little. There ain’t no one going to hear what I’ve got to say +but them I’m going to say it to. I reckon that goes?” He turned to +Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey had shown some evidence of surprise over Allen’s action in +closing the door, but this immediately gave way to a sneer of mockery. “I +reckon you’ve forgot Greasy,” he said.</p> + +<p>“Why, I sure have!” returned Allen evenly. He opened the door a +trifle and called: “Greasy!”</p> + +<p>Evidently Greasy had been waiting at the door, for he immediately came in, +slouching across the floor and standing beside Watkins and Dunlavey. Allen +closed the door and adjusted the fastenings carefully. Then he turned again to +Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>“Now we’ll proceed to do the talking,” he said. He walked +over to the chair that he had <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_309'></a>309</span> previously vacated, dropping carelessly into it and +leaning comfortably back. His movements had been those of a man unquestionably +sure of peace. The expression of his eyes, the tones of his voice, his +deliberation hinted at a desire for a peaceful compromise.</p> + +<p>But once seated in his chair a startling change came over him. There was a +rapid movement at his sides, a mere flash of light, and two heavy six-shooters +appeared suddenly in his hands and lay there, unaimed, but forbiddingly ready. +He sat erect, his eyes chilled and glittering, alert, filled with menace.</p> + +<p>“Now,” he said sharply, “the first man who peeps above a +whisper gets his so plenty that he won’t care a damn who’s nominated +for sheriff!” He spoke to Norton and Hollis without turning his head. +“You two get whatever guns them gentlemen happen to have on them, standing +to one side so’s I can see to perforate anyone who ain’t agreeable +to handing them over.”</p> + +<p>Norton rose and approached Dunlavey, while Hollis stepped forward to the +sheriff and secured the weapon that reposed in a holster at his right hip. He +did likewise with Greasy. While Norton was relieving Dunlavey of his weapon the +sheriff opened his lips to speak, his gaze fixed doubtfully on one of +Allen’s sixes.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_310'></a>310</span>“The +law―” he began. But Allen interrupted with a grin.</p> + +<p>“Sure,” he said, “the law didn’t figure on this. But +I reckon you heard Big Bill say once that the law could be handled. I’m +handling it now. But I reckon that lets you out–you ain’t in on this +and the mourners’ll be after you to-morrow if you open your trap +again!”</p> + +<p>The sheriff swelled with rage, but he closed his lips tightly. When Hollis +and Norton had completed their search for weapons and had laid the result of +their search on the table near Allen they sought their chairs.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey had said nothing. He stood beside Watkins’s desk, still +self-possessed, the mocking smile still on his face, though into his eyes had +come a doubting, worried expression. Plainly he had not anticipated such drastic +action from Allen.</p> + +<p>The latter laughed grimly, quietly. “Sort of unexpected, wasn’t +it, Bill?” he said, addressing Dunlavey. “It ain’t just the +sort of politics that you’ve been used to. But I’m kind of used to +it myself. Had to pull the same game off over in Colfax County when I was +runnin’ for sheriff the first time. It worked, too, because the folks that +was mixed up in it knowed I wasn’t ringing in any bluff.” He looked +at Dunlavey <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_311'></a>311</span> with a +level, steady gaze, his eyes gleaming coldly. “If you think I’m +bluffing now, chirp for some one of your pluguglies to bust into this game. +I’d sort of like to let off my campaign guns into your dirty +gizzard!”</p> + +<p>Hollis had been watching Dunlavey closely. There was no fear in the +man’s eyes; even the doubt and worry that had been there had disappeared +and his expression was now mildly ironical, contrasting oddly with the demeanor +of Watkins–who was plainly frightened–and that of Greasy–who +smirked and showed his teeth like some beast at bay and in fear of death. It was +evident that Dunlavey possessed the spirit of the fighter, that indomitable +courage which enables a man to face any situation and still retain his presence +of mind, which permits him to face death unafraid and unyielding. In spite of +the enmity that had existed between them from the beginning, Hollis had always +respected Dunlavey for these very qualities, and within the last few minutes +that respect had grown.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Allen. “I don’t +think you would try to work any bluff on me, Allen,” he said quietly. +“You’ve took me by surprise, that’s a fact. But let’s +get down to business. What’s your game?”</p> + +<p>“I reckon that’s a sensible way to look at it,” <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_312'></a>312</span> returned Allen evenly. +“That’s the way I expected you’d look at it when you begun to +realize that I was holding some pretty good cards. There ain’t nothing +personal in this; I’m out for a square deal and I’m going to get it. +I want you to understand that I’m running this game to-night and I’m +running it square. If I get enough votes I’m going to be the next sheriff. +If I don’t get enough votes Bill Watkins’ll be it. But the votes are +going to be real votes. I ain’t figuring on letting your gang pack in here +and keep my friends from voting.</p> + +<p>“I’m going to put your hat on this table. Then Norton will open +the door and let one man come in. That man will vote–for whoever he +pleases. Then Mr. Hollis will let him out the back door and Norton will let +another man in the front. There won’t be any row. I’m telling you +that you and Bill Watkins and Greasy are going to set here and watch the voting. +I’m going to stand behind you with one of my guns tucked under your fifth +rib. If you, or Watkins, or Greasy let out a yawp that can be construed as a +signal for anyone to bust into the game, or if there’s anything started by +your friends which ain’t your doing, I’m going to pump six chunks of +lead into you so fast that they’ll be playing tag with one another going +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_313'></a>313</span> through. I reckon +you get me. That ends the palaver.”</p> + +<p>He arose, snatched Dunlavey’s hat from his head, placed it on the +table, and walked behind Dunlavey, standing against the wall.</p> + +<p>“Open the door!” he directed, looking at Norton.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_314'></a>314</span><a id='link_25'></a>CHAPTER XXV<br /><span class='h2fs'>HANDLING THE LAW</span></h2> + +<p>Norton opened the door a trifle and called “One man at a time!” +There were some hoarse shouts from without–presumably from +Dunlavey’s friends; a chorus of derisive laughter from Allen’s. Then +the first man entered.</p> + +<p>It was Ace. The poet stood for an instant, blinking at the light, then he +grinned as his gaze rested on the occupants of the room. He was directed how to +cast his ballot. He took the piece of paper that was given him by Norton, +scrawled “Allen” across it with a pencil that Norton had previously +placed on the table, and dropped the paper into Dunlavey’s hat. Hollis +opened the rear door for him, but he halted on the threshold, looking back into +the room with a broad grin.</p> + +<p>“Gawd A’mighty!” he said in an awed tone; “there must +have been a wad of money blowed in in this here town to-day! Drunks! Man alive +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_315'></a>315</span> there ain’t +nothin’ but drunks; the town’s reelin’ with ’em! +They’re layin’ in the street; there’s a dozen in the Silver +Dollar an’ that many more in the Fashion–an’ Gawd knows how +many more in the other saloons. Their heads is under the tables; they’re +hangin’ on the walls an’ clawin’ around in +spittoons–gle-or-i-ously, be-ut-i-fully paralyzed!”</p> + +<p>He was suddenly outside, pushed through the door by Hollis, and the door +closed after him. Hollis glanced furtively at Dunlavey to see that gentleman +scowl. He thought he saw a questioning glint in Allen’s eyes as the latter +looked suddenly at him, but he merely smiled and gave his attention to the next +man, who was now entering.</p> + +<p>The latter proved to be Lemuel Train. He did his voting quietly and grimly. +But as he went out through the door that Hollis opened for him he growled: +“Lordy, what a drunken bunch!” He looked at Hollis. “One of +your men, too,” he said, grinning slightly. “I thought you taught +them better!”</p> + +<p>Hollis frowned. He knew that Allen would need all his friends; none of them +could be spared in this crisis. He smiled incredulously. It had been only a +short time before that his men had accompanied him to the door of the +sheriff’s <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_316'></a>316</span> +office. At that time they were perfectly sober. It would have been impossible +for any of them–</p> + +<p>“An’ Ten Spot’s a hummer when he gits started,” Train +was saying. “I’ve seen him before when he cut loose an’ he +sure is a holy terror!”</p> + +<p>Then with a word of parting Train was gone, saying that he had done all the +“damage” he could and that he purposed “hitting” the +trail back to his ranch.</p> + +<p>He had certainly done some damage to Hollis. The latter’s mind now +rioted with all sorts of conjecture and he mechanically did his work of letting +man after man out through the rear door, scarcely seeing them.</p> + +<p>He was aware of an odd expression that had come into Dunlavey’s eyes at +the mention of Ten Spot. Had Dunlavey succeeded in bribing Ten Spot to desert +him? He had left Ten Spot at the Circle Bar, not inviting him to Dry Bottom +because he felt that the latter would rather not come since he had deserted +Dunlavey. And Ten Spot had come to town anyway. What did it mean? Did it mean +that Ten Spot had come to assist Dunlavey in nominating Watkins and defeating +his new employer?</p> + +<p>He frowned again, and for the next few minutes gravely studied +Dunlavey’s face. He was <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_317'></a>317</span> sure that the latter’s manner had changed. +The mocking smile which had been on his face since his arrival at the +sheriff’s office had been superseded by a huge grin–plainly of +anticipation. Ten Spot–dangerous, reckless, drunk, at the head of a number +of dissolute men, had it in his power to make things decidedly interesting +should he advance on the sheriff’s office with the intention of assisting +Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>Several times since hiring Ten Spot Hollis had doubted him. The suspicion had +assailed him that perhaps the appearance of Ten Spot at the Hazelton cabin so +opportunely had been a part of a plot by Dunlavey to place a spy in his employ. +They might have purposely sacrificed Yuma.</p> + +<p>During the next quarter of an hour he gave more attention to Dunlavey than to +the steady stream of men that passed through the room, though he recognized a +goodly number as friends he had made during the latter days of the drought.</p> + +<p>Allen’s spirits had risen during the last quarter of an hour. His +maneuver had dissipated Dunlavey’s strength and it was plain to be seen +that a majority of the votes cast were for him. If nothing unusual or unexpected +happened within the next hour, or until nine o’clock, the hour <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_318'></a>318</span> named in Watkins’s +proclamation for the closing of the polls, he was assured of victory.</p> + +<p>Thoughts of the same character were passing through Hollis’s mind. +There was silence in the office. A man was voting at the table–writing his +favorite’s name on a piece of paper. Hollis consulted his watch. It lacked +over an hour of the time for closing. The man at the table finished writing and +tossed the paper into the hat. Hollis opened the rear door to allow him to go +out. While the door remained open a sound floated in, which they all +heard–an ear-splitting screech, followed instantly by a chorus of yells, a +pistol report, more yells, and then a number of reports.</p> + +<p>Norton did not open the door. He exchanged glances with Hollis and Allen. +Dunlavey grinned widely.</p> + +<p>“Something’s coming,” remarked Allen grimly.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey’s grin grew derisive. “It would sure be too bad if my +friends should bust up this peace meeting,” he sneered.</p> + +<p>“There won’t be nothin’ spoiled,” grimly assured +Allen. But he drew his other six-shooter.</p> + +<p>The sounds outside grew in volume as they swept toward the sheriff’s +office. They broke presently at the door and an ominous silence succeeded. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_319'></a>319</span> Then a voice reached the +interior–harsh authoritative–Ten Spot’s voice.</p> + +<p>“Open up, you damned shorthorns!” it said.</p> + +<p>Norton looked at Allen. The latter’s face was pale. “They come +in,” he directed, “like the others–one at a time.”</p> + +<p>Norton carefully withdrew the bar with which the door was fastened, swinging +it open slightly. As he did so there was a sudden rush of bodies; Norton tried +to jam the door shut, failed, and was flung back several steps by the surging, +yelling crowd that piled tumultuously into the room.</p> + +<p>There were perhaps twenty of them and as they surged into the room, shouting +and cursing and laughing Hollis recognized among them many men that he had come +to know by sight. They were of the reckless, lawless element upon which Dunlavey +had relied for his support–men of Ten Spot’s character. They had +been drinking, but in spite of their laughter and loud talking it was plain to +be seen that they had determined not to be balked in the purpose which had +brought them into the office.</p> + +<p>There was now no need to guard the door; the damage had been wrought, and +Norton backed away, leaving the door ajar, pale, grim eyed, alert, ready to take +an active part in the trouble which he felt certain was sure to develop. +Something <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_320'></a>320</span> in the +faces of the men who had come in with Ten Spot proclaimed trouble.</p> + +<p>Allen had not moved. He still stood behind Dunlavey, but his weapons no +longer menaced the Circle Cross manager; their muzzles, level and forbidding, +were covering the other men.</p> + +<p>Standing quietly beside the rear door, his face pale, his eyes bright, his +lips in straight lines, Hollis watched closely as the visitors, having gained +entrance, gathered together in the center of the room. They were not awed by +Allen’s weapons; they grinned hugely at him. One man, a young man of about +Hollis’s age, bronzed, lean, reckless of eye, and unmistakably under the +influence of liquor, lunged forward to Allen and stood within arm’s length +of him, grinning at him.</p> + +<p>“Two guns!” he said with a laugh. “Why, I reckon +you’d make a hell of a sheriff!”</p> + +<p>A chorus of laughter greeted the young cowboy’s words. Dunlavey grinned +widely. “You boys are just in time,” he said.</p> + +<p>There was another roar of laughter. Many of the men seemed only now to have +become aware of Dunlavey’s presence and they surged forward around him, +disregarding Allen’s guns. The latter seemed to realize that the situation +had passed beyond his control, for catching Hollis’s <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_321'></a>321</span> eye he smiled grimly and sheathed his +weapons, seeking Hollis’s side.</p> + +<p>“It’s no use,” he said shortly to Hollis as he came near; +“they’ll run things to suit themselves now. I wasn’t +expectin’ Ten Spot to butt into the game.”</p> + +<p>“I reckon they’ve got us.” Norton had also sought +Hollis’s side and the three stood near the rear door, watching the crowd +around Dunlavey. Hollis tried to catch Ten Spot’s gaze but +failed–the latter seemed studiously to avoid him.</p> + +<p>A wave of dull anger surged through Hollis’s veins. Until now the +contest had been conducted fairly; they had given Dunlavey and Watkins an honest +election, even though they had found it necessary to eliminate them as active +participants. From now on he was assured the contest would be a +joke–though a grim one. He had depended upon Allen’s +success–it meant much to him. The thought of failure just when victory was +within his grasp aroused him and in spite of Norton’s low word of caution +he stepped forward and stood beside the table on which reposed the hat into +which the ballots had been placed by the men who had previously voted. He +intended to take personal charge of the hat, determined upon securing a fair +deal in spite of the great odds.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_322'></a>322</span>As he stepped +forward he saw Greasy grin maliciously and try to snatch a gun from the holster +of a cowboy who stood near him. This attempt was frustrated by the puncher, who +suddenly dropped his hand to his holster, where it closed upon Greasy’s. +The puncher snarled, muttered profanely, and struck furiously at Greasy, +knocking him down in a corner.</p> + +<p>Other men moved. There were curses; the flashing of metal as guns came out. +Hollis felt rather than saw Norton and Allen advance toward the table and stand +beside him. A grim smile wreathed his face over the knowledge that in the crowd +there were at least two men upon whom he might depend to the end–whatever +the end might be.</p> + +<p>He heard Dunlavey snarl an oath, saw his big form loom out of the crowd, saw +one of his gigantic hands reach for the hat on the table.</p> + +<p>“I reckon I’ll take charge of this now!” he sneered, his +brutal face close to Hollis’s.</p> + +<p>Hollis would have struck the face that was so close to his, but at the +instant he saw Dunlavey’s hand reach out for the hat he saw another hand +dart out from the other side of the table, seize the hat, and draw it out of +Dunlavey’s reach.</p> + +<p>“I don’t reckon that you’ll take charge of her!” said +a voice.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_323'></a>323</span>Hollis turned +quickly. Over the table leaned Ten Spot, the captured hat in his hand, a big +forty-five in the other, a cold, evil glitter in his eyes as he looked up at +Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>“I don’t reckon that you’re goin’ to have a hand in +runnin’ this show a-tall, Bill,” he sneered. “Me an’ my +friends come down here special to tend to that.” He grinned the shallow, +hard grin that marks the passing of a friendship and the dawn of a bitter +hatred. “You see, Bill, me an’ my friends has got sorta tired of the +way you’ve been runnin’ things an’ we’re shufflin’ +the cards for a new deal. This here tenderfoot which you’ve been +a-slanderin’ shameful is man’s size an’ we’re +seein’ that he gits a fair shake in this here. I reckon you git +me?”</p> + +<p>Hollis felt Norton poking him in the ribs, but he did not turn; he was too +intent upon watching the two principal actors in the scene. Tragedy had been +imminent; comedy was slowly gaining the ascendency. For at the expression that +had come over Dunlavey’s face several of the men were grinning broadly. +Were the stakes not so great Hollis would have felt like smiling himself. +Dunlavey seemed stunned. He stood erect, passing his hand over his forehead as +though half convinced that the scene were an illusion and that the movement of +the hand would dispel it. Several <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_324'></a>324</span> times his lips moved, but no words came and he +turned, looking about at the men who were gathered around him, scanning their +faces for signs that would tell him that they were not in sympathy with Ten +Spot. But the faces that he looked upon wore mocking grins and sneers.</p> + +<p>“An’ I’ve been tellin’ the boys how you set Yuma on +Nellie Hazelton, an’ they’ve come to the conclusion that a guy which +will play a low down mean game like that on a woman ain’t no fit guy to +have no hand in any law makin’.”</p> + +<p>Ten Spot’s voice fell coldly and metallically in the silence of the +room. Slowly recovering from the shock Dunlavey attempted a sneer, which +gradually faded into a mirthless smile as Ten Spot continued:</p> + +<p>“An’ you ain’t goin’ to have a hand in any more +law-makin’ in this man’s town. Me an’ my friends is +goin’ to see to that, an’ my boss, Mr. Hollis. I reckon +that’ll be about all. You don’t need to hang around here while we do +the rest of the votin’. Watkins an’ Greasy c’n stay to see +that everything goes on regular.” He grinned wickedly as Dunlavey +stiffened. “I reckon you know me, Bill. I ain’t palaverin’ +none. You an’ Ten Spot is quits!”</p> + +<p>He stepped back a little, away from the table, his teeth showing in a mocking +grin. Then he <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_325'></a>325</span> +looked down at the hat which he still held in his hand–Dunlavey’s +hat. He laughed. “Why, I’m cert’nly impolite!” he said +insinuatingly. “Here you’ve been wantin’ to go an’ +I’ve been keepin’ your hat!” He dumped the ballots upon the +table and passed the hat to Dunlavey. Without a word Dunlavey took it, jerking +it savagely, placed it on his head, and strode to the door, stepping down into +the street.</p> + +<p>There was a short silence. Then Ten Spot turned and looked at Hollis, his +face wreathed in a broad grin.</p> + +<p>“I reckon you-all think you know somethin’ about handlin’ +the law,” he said, “but your little Ten Spot ain’t exactly the +measliest card in the deck! We’ll do our votin’ now.”</p> + +<p>A quarter of an hour later, after Ten Spot and his friends had cast their +ballots and Watkins had been forced to make out a certificate of +nomination,–which reposed safely in Ben Allen’s inside +pocket–the kerosene lights were extinguished and the men filed out. Hollis +and Ten Spot were the last to leave. As they stood for a moment on the threshold +of the doorway Hollis seized Ten Spot’s hand and gripped it heartily.</p> + +<p>“I want to thank you, my friend,” he said earnestly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_326'></a>326</span>Ten Spot jerked +his hand away. “Aw, hell!” he said as they sought the darkness of +the street, “I ain’t mushin’ none. But,” he added, as a +concession to his feelings, “I reckon to know a white man when I see +one!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_327'></a>327</span><a id='link_26'></a>CHAPTER XXVI<br /><span class='h2fs'>AUTUMN AND THE GODS</span></h2> + +<p>It was Sunday afternoon and a hazy, golden, late September sun was swimming +lazily in the blue arc of sky, flooding the lower gallery of the Circle Bar +ranchhouse, but not reaching a secluded nook in which sat Hollis and Nellie +Hazelton. Mrs. Norton was somewhere in the house and Norton had gone down to the +bunkhouse for a talk with the men–Hollis and Nellie could see him, sitting +on a bench in the shade of the eaves, the other men gathered about him.</p> + +<p>Below the broad level that stretched away from the ranchhouse sank the big +basin, sweeping away to the mountains. Miles into the distance the Circle Bar +cattle could be seen–moving dots in the center of a great, green bowl. To +the right Razor-Back ridge loomed its bald crest upward with no verdure saving +the fringe of shrubbery at its base; to the left stretched a vast plain that met +the distant horizon that stretched an <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_328'></a>328</span> interminable distance behind the cottonwood. Except +for the moving dots there was a total absence of life and movement in the big +basin. It spread in its wide, gradual, downward slope, bathed in the yellow +sunshine of the new, mellow season, peacefully slumberous, infinitely +beautiful.</p> + +<p>Many times had Hollis sat in the gallery watching it, his eyes glistening, +his soul stirred to awe. Long since had he ceased regretting the glittering +tinsel of the cities of his recollection; they seemed artificial, unreal. When +he had first gazed out over the basin he had been oppressed with a sensation of +uneasiness. Its vastness had appalled him, its silence had aroused in him that +vague disquiet which is akin to fear. But these emotions had passed. He still +felt awed–he would always feel it, for it seemed that here he was looking +upon a section of the world in its primitive state; that in forming this world +the creator had been in his noblest mood–so far did the lofty mountains, +the wide, sweeping valleys, the towering buttes, and the mighty canyons dwarf +the flat hills and the puny shallows of the land he had known. But he was no +longer appalled; disquietude had been superseded by love.</p> + +<p>It all seemed to hold some mystery for him–an <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_329'></a>329</span> alluring, soul-stirring mystery. The +tawny mountains, immutable guardians of the basin, whose peaks rose somberly in +the twilight glow–did they hold it? Or was it hidden in the basin, in the +great, green sweep that basked in the eternal sunlight?</p> + +<p>Perhaps there was no mystery. Perhaps he felt merely the romance that would +inevitably come to one who deeply appreciated the beauty of a land into which he +had come so unwillingly? For romance was here.</p> + +<p>He turned his head slightly and looked at the girl who sat beside him. She +also was looking out over the basin, her eyes filled with a light that thrilled +him. He studied her face long, noting the regular features, the slight tan, +through which shone the dusky bloom of perfect health; the golden brown hair, +with the wind-blown wisps straggling over her temples; he felt the +unaccountable, indefinable something that told him of her inborn innocence and +purity–qualities that he had worshiped ever since he had been old enough +to know the difference between right and wrong.</p> + +<p>A deep respect moved him, a reverent smile wreathed his lips. Motherly? Yes, +that world-thrilling word aptly described her. And as he continued to look at +her he realized that this <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_330'></a>330</span> world held no mystery for him beyond that which was +enthroned in the heart of the girl who sat beside him, unconscious of his +thoughts.</p> + +<p>He turned again toward the basin. He did not want to uncover the +mystery–yet. There were still several things to be done before he would +feel free to speak the words that he had meditated upon for some weeks. +Meanwhile–if the gods were with him–the solving of the mystery would +be the more enjoyable.</p> + +<p>Two weeks of inaction had followed the primary incident. Several of Ten +Spot’s friends were now in his employ; in spite of the drought the Circle +Bar had so far experienced a very prosperous season, and, though the addition of +the men represented quite an item of expense, he felt that it was much better to +employ them than to allow them to be re-engaged by Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>He had been able to save considerable money. This he had transferred to a +bank in Santa Fe, for he had determined to stay in the West. He had told his +mother of this decision and had asked her to come, but she had written that she +preferred to remain East for a time–at least until the following +spring.</p> + +<p>Hollis was satisfied. Affairs were progressing beyond his anticipations. +Dunlavey’s influence <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_331'></a>331</span> in the county had received a mighty blow in the +defeat of Watkins at the primary; he had received notice of the enactment of +several new laws that would appreciably assist him in his fight; he had +succeeded in winning many friends because of his attitude on the water question; +the increased number of advertisements appearing in the <i>Kicker</i> would soon +necessitate the addition of an extra sheet. It all presaged prosperity. Yes, he +was satisfied. And yet–</p> + +<p>He turned again and looked at the girl. This time he caught her watching him. +Evidently she had been watching him for a long time for her gaze was fixed and +meditative, as though she had been studying him. She started and blushed when he +turned and caught her, looking down in sudden and complete confusion. But she +looked up again instantly, meeting his gaze steadily, her lips in a frank +smile.</p> + +<p>“You have been thinking of this country,” she said.</p> + +<p>“You have guessed it,” he returned gravely and gently; “I +have been thinking of this country–and its people.” He smiled at +her, his eyes shining with a light that caused hers to waver and droop. +“But how did you discover that?” he questioned. “I was not +aware that I had been speaking my thoughts.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_332'></a>332</span>“Do you +think it is always necessary to speak?” she answered, looking at him with +a quiet smile. “Don’t you think there are times when one’s +thoughts find expression in one’s eyes? When we can not conceal +them–no matter how hard we try? I know that you were thinking of the +country,” she went on earnestly, “because a few moments ago I had +been thinking of it too and I know that my emotions were exactly the same as +those expressed in your eyes. It is magnificent, isn’t it?” she said +in an awed, eager voice. “It is so big, so mighty, so soul-stirring. It +allures with its vastness, it dazzles with its beauty; it makes one feel closer +to the Creator, even while pressing home a disquieting sense of one’s own +insignificance.</p> + +<p>“For instance,” she went on, her eyes large and luminous, a new, +quiet color coming into her face “there are times when our tasks seem +stupendous, when we are filled with an overpowering consciousness of the +importance of them; when we feel that we are carrying such a burden that the +addition of another would make the load too heavy. Then we look upon God’s +work and immediately a still, small voice within us cries: ‘What have ye done in +comparison to this?’ And what have we done?” she suddenly +demanded.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_333'></a>333</span>“Nothing,” he returned gravely, awed by +this fleeting illuminating glimpse into her soul.</p> + +<p>She leaned back into her chair with a smile. “Those were the things I +was thinking about. And you, too, were thinking of them,” she added. +“Now, don’t deny it!” she warned, “for I saw it in your +eyes!”</p> + +<p>“No!” he said with a quick smile; “I don’t deny it. +But I was thinking of the people also.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, the people!” she said with a frown.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps I should have said ‘person,’” he modified with a +quick glance at her, under which her eyes drooped in swift confusion–as +they had drooped on another occasion which he remembered.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” she said merely.</p> + +<p>“I have been comparing this person to God’s other works,” +he said, a light in his eyes which told that the former decision to postpone an +attempt to uncover the mystery had been ruthlessly put aside, “and I have +come to the conclusion that in spite of the infinite care he took in forming the +beautiful world out yonder he did not neglect this person to whom I +refer.”</p> + +<p>Her eyes met his in a glance of swift comprehension. She drew a slow, deep +breath and averted her face, which was now crimson.</p> + +<p>“As you have been able to illustrate man’s <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_334'></a>334</span> insignificance in comparison to +God’s mighty creations, so has my own inferiority been forced upon me by +my attempting to compare myself to the sweet character of the person of whom I +speak,” said Hollis, his voice low and earnest. “It has been a +question whether–when I speak to her of a thing which has been on my mind +for many days–she could not with justice paraphrase the question asked by +the still, small voice and say: What have you done to deserve this? And I should +have to reply–nothing.” He had moved closer to her, leaning forward +to look into her eyes.</p> + +<p>She sat very still, her gaze on the basin. “Perhaps this very estimable +person holds other views?” she returned, with a flash of mischief in her +eyes. She turned suddenly and looked straight at him, meeting his gaze +unwaveringly, a demure smile on her face. “I told you that sometimes a +person’s thoughts were expressed in their eyes,” she said–and +now her lashes flickered–“perhaps you can tell what my thoughts +are?”</p> + +<p>It was a challenge, a defiance, and an unconditional surrender. Like a flash +one of Hollis’s arms went out–she was drawn, vainly protesting, +toward him.</p> + +<p>“You haven’t answered,” she laughed, in a <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_335'></a>335</span> smothered voice; +“you are not certain―”</p> + +<p>She did not finish the sentence. Mrs. Norton, coming to the door for a breath +of fresh air, halted on the threshold, looked, smiled, and then +quietly–very quietly–slipped back into the house.</p> + +<p>Away out over the basin a Mexican eagle circled, winging his slow way through +the golden sunshine of the afternoon. Miles away the mountain peaks rose +somberly, a mysterious, golden halo rising slowly above them. Perhaps there +would always be mystery in the mountains, but a certain mystery that had +troubled Hollis mightily had been successfully solved. The gods had favored +him.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_336'></a>336</span><a id='link_27'></a>CHAPTER XXVII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE SEAR AND YELLOW DAYS</span></h2> + +<p>“This here town,”–read a letter that Hollis received from +Weary late in September–“aint fit for no man to live in which thinks +anythink of hisself, in the first place theres two many folks here which dont +seem to know what to do with themselves they just keep millin around an actin +like they was ready to stampead any time. In the 2nd place im runnin shy of dust +an id admire for to receave about a months pay which i wont charge two you bein +as ive already spent more then i ought two its a good thing i got a return +ticket or id be in a hell of a fix when i got ready to come back last nite the +doctor at the hospittle said hed operate on ed today which hes already done this +mornin an eds restin easy though the doc dont know whether hes goin to git well +or not but hes hopin an ile let you know by telegraph if he gits any worse which +is all for this time.</p> + +<p>P. S. say boss dont forgit to hustel that coin <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_337'></a>337</span> ile shure make it right with you i +forgot to tell you that i got cleaned out by a card sharper here i would have +tore him apart but about a million sheriffs piled onto me an i dident have no +chancst what in hell does any town need with so many sheriffs.</p> + +<p class='tar'>“Weary.</p> + +<p>“P. S. id like to be home for the round-up but reckon i wont make +it.</p> + +<p class='tar'>“Weary.”</p> + +<p>Nellie Hazelton did not see this letter, though Hollis told her that Ed had +been operated on and that he was doing as well as could be expected. And the +telegraph that night flashed Weary’s “coin” to him.</p> + +<p>The days passed all too quickly now, for the time for the fall round-up was +at hand and Hollis realized with regret that his daily rides–with Nellie +Hazelton as a companion–must soon be discontinued.</p> + +<p>The nights had already grown cool; snow had appeared on the mountain peaks; +the basin was no longer a great green bowl, but resembled a mammoth, concave +palette upon which nature had mixed her colors–yellow and gold and brown, +with here and there a blotch of red and purple, a dash of green,–lingering +over the season–and great, wide stretches of gray. The <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_338'></a>338</span> barren spots seemed to +grow more barren–mocked by the scarlet blossoms of the cactus that seemed +to be everlasting, and the fringing, yellow soap weed, hardy, defying the +advancing winter. Razor-Back ridge was a desolate place. Never attractive, it +reared aloft barren and somber, frowning down upon its fringe of shrubbery the +latter stripped of its leaves, its scant beauty gone and bending its bare +branches stubbornly to the early winds.</p> + +<p>With the last day of the month came a rain–a cold, bitter, driving +storm that raged for three days and started a drift that the cattlemen could not +stop. Arrayed in tarpaulins the cowboys went forth, suffering, cursing, laboring +heroically to stem the tide. The cattle retreated steadily before the +storm–no human agency could halt them. On the second day Norton came into +the Circle Bar ranchhouse, wet, disgusted, but fighting mad.</p> + +<p>“If this damn rain don’t stop pretty soon,” he told Hollis +as he dried himself before the open fireplace, “we’ll have cattle +down here from over the Colorado line. An’ then there’ll be hell to +pay!”</p> + +<p>But on the third day the rain ceased and the sun came out. The country lay +smiling in the sunshine, mellow, glistening, inviting. But the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_339'></a>339</span> damage had been wrought. +From Lemuel Train of the Pig Pen outfit, came word that fifty per cent of his +cattle were missing. Truxton of the Diamond Dot, Henningson of the Three Bar, +and nearly all of the other small owners, reported losses. Of course the cattle +would be recovered during the fall round up, but they were now scattered and +fair prey for cattle thieves, and with the round up still two weeks away it +seemed that many must be stolen.</p> + +<p>Yet there was nothing that could be done; it is folly to attempt to +“cut out” cattle on the open range.</p> + +<p>From the editorial columns of the <i>Kicker</i> might be gleaned the fact +that the Law had come into Union County. Many men of Dry Bottom entered the +<i>Kicker</i> office to thank Hollis; others boldly draped their houses with +flags and bunting.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey had visited Dry Bottom twice since the incident of the primary. He +had said nothing concerning the incident to anyone save possibly his intimates, +but from the sneer that appeared on his face when approached by those whom he +considered friendly to Hollis it was plain that he intended continuing the +fight.</p> + +<p>Hollis had been compelled to record in the <i>Kicker</i> the unpleasant news +that Dunlavey had <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_340'></a>340</span> +refused to comply with the new law regulating brands and the submitting of lists +for taxation, and also that he had threatened to shoot the first officer +trespassed on his land. Dunlavey had not complied with the law, but he had +failed to carry out his threat to “shoot the first officer that trespassed +on his land,” for Allen had trespassed several times, openly and boldly. +Moreover, Dunlavey had seen him, had even spoken to him, but had offered no +violence.</p> + +<p>Perhaps in a calmer mood Dunlavey had decided not to use his weapon; perhaps +there was something about the quiet, cool, and deliberate Allen which convinced +Dunlavey that the former might be able to give a good account of himself in the +event of trouble. At any rate several times Allen had ridden the Circle Cross +range unmolested by either Dunlavey or his men. He explored the farthest limits +of the Circle Cross property, tallying the cattle, nosing around the corrals, +examining brands, and doing sundry other things not calculated to allay +Dunlavey’s anger over this new and odd condition of affairs.</p> + +<p>Then one day he failed to visit the Circle Cross. Instead, he appeared to +Potter in the office of the <i>Kicker</i> with copy for a poster announcing the +sale by auction of a thousand of Dunlavey’s best cattle. He ordered Potter +to print it so that he <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_341'></a>341</span> might post copies throughout the county within a +week. The night following the issue of the <i>Kicker</i> containing the +announcement concerning the coming of the law Potter had informed Hollis that he +had that day delivered the notices to Allen.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_342'></a>342</span><a id='link_28'></a>CHAPTER XXVIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>IN DEFIANCE OF THE LAW</span></h2> + +<p>Hollis had demonstrated the fact that a majority of Dry Bottom’s +citizens welcomed the law. Dry Bottom had had a law, to be sure–the law of +the six-shooter, with the cleverest man “on the trigger” as its +chief advocate. Few men cared to appear before such a court with an argument +against its jurisdiction. The law, as the citizens of Dry Bottom had seen it, +was an institution which frowned upon such argument. Few men cared to risk an +adverse decision of the established court to advocate laws which would come from +civilized authority; they had remained silent against the day when it would come +in spite of the element that had scoffed at it. And now that day had arrived. +The Law had come.</p> + +<p>Even the evil element knew it. The atmosphere was vibrant with suppressed +excitement; in the stores men and women were congregated; in the saloons rose a +buzz of continuous conversation. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_343'></a>343</span> On the street men greeted one another with subdued +voices, or halted one another to discuss the phenomenon. In a dozen conspicuous +places were posted flaring, printed notices, informing the reader that a +thousand of the Circle Cross cattle–a description of which +followed–were, on the following day, to be sold to the highest bidder. +Below this announcement, in small, neat print, was quoted the Law.</p> + +<p>Dry Bottom gasped. The saloons swarmed. In the Fashion two bartenders and the +proprietor labored heroically to supply their customers with the liquid +stimulant which would nerve them to look upon Ben Allen’s posters with a +certain degree of equanimity. The reckless element–the gun-men who in a +former day were wont to swagger forth with reckless disregard for the polite +conventions–skulked in the background, sneering at this thing which had +come to rob them of their power and which, they felt, presaged their ultimate +downfall.</p> + +<p>But Dry Bottom ignored the gun-men, or smiled blandly at them, giving its +attention to Ben Allen’s posters and discussing a rumor which had gained +rapid credence, to the effect that the new governor had telegraphed Allen that +he would hold a detail of United States soldiers in readiness for any +contingency.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_344'></a>344</span>The good +citizens smiled. And throughout the day many of them passed and repassed the +<i>Kicker</i> office, anxious to get a glimpse of the man who had been +instrumental in bringing about this innovation.</p> + +<p>Shortly after noon on the same day Dunlavey rode into Dry Bottom, dismounted, +hitched his pony to the rail in front of the Fashion, and entered.</p> + +<p>In former days Dunlavey’s appearance within the doors of the Fashion +was the signal for boisterous greetings. For here might always be found the +law’s chief advocates. To-day, however, there were no greetings. Minds +were filled with vague and picturesque conjecture concerning Dunlavey’s +probable actions and the outcome of this strange affair. Thus upon +Dunlavey’s entrance a silence–strange and awkward–fell in the +bar-room. There were short nods and men fell away from Dunlavey as he crossed +the room and came to a halt before one of Ben Allen’s posters. He read +every line of it–every word. No man interrupted him. Then, finishing his +reading, he turned and faced the crowd, his face white with wrath, his lips +snarling.</p> + +<p>“Why in hell didn’t some of you damned fools tear this +down?” he demanded.</p> + +<p>No man felt it incumbent upon him to reply to <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_345'></a>345</span> this and Dunlavey watched them for an +instant, sneering, his eyes glittering menacingly. Then he suddenly turned, +seized the poster, savagely tore it into pieces, hurled the pieces to the floor, +and stamped upon them. Then he turned again to the silent crowd, his face +inflamed, his voice snapping with a bitter, venomous sarcasm.</p> + +<p>“Scared!” he said. “Scared out clean–like a bunch of +coyotes runnin’ from the daylight!” He made a strange sound with his +lips, expressing his unutterable contempt for men so weakly constituted.</p> + +<p>“Quit!” he grated. “Quit clean because a tenderfoot comes +out here and tries to run things! So long as things come your way you’re +willing to stick it out, but when things go the other way–Ugh!”</p> + +<p>He turned abruptly, strode out through the door, mounted his pony, and rode +rapidly down the street. Several of the men, who went to the door after his +departure, saw him riding furiously toward the Circle Cross.</p> + +<p>Then one of his former friends laughed harshly–sarcastically. “I +reckon that there tenderfoot is botherin’ Big Bill a whole lot,” he +said as he turned to the bar.</p> + +<hr class='tb' /> + +<p>It had been a busy day for Hollis. His hand <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_346'></a>346</span> had been shaken so much that it pained him. The day +had been a rather warm one for the season and so when late in the afternoon +Norton rode into town, “To see the excitement,” he told Hollis, the +latter determined to make the return trip to the Circle Bar in the evening. +Therefore, after a short conference with Judge Graney and Allen–and a +frugal, though wholesome supper in the Judge’s rooms back of the court +house–which Allen cooked–he and Norton rode out upon the Coyote +trail and jogged quietly toward the Circle Bar.</p> + +<p>There was a good moon; the air was invigorating, though slightly chill, and +the trail lay clear and distinct before them, hard after the rain, ideal for +riding.</p> + +<p>Many times during the first half hour of the ride Norton looked furtively at +his chief. Certain things that Mrs. Norton had told him held a prominent place +in his thoughts, and mingling with these thoughts was the recollection of a +conversation that he had held with Hollis one day when both of them had been +riding this same trail and Hollis had stopped off at the Hazelton cabin. Many +times Norton smiled. He would have liked to refer to that conversation, but +hesitated for fear of seeming to meddle with that which did not concern him. He +remembered the days <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_347'></a>347</span> of his own courtship–how jealously he had +guarded his secret.</p> + +<p>But the longer his thoughts dwelt upon the incident that had been related to +him by Mrs. Norton the harder it became to keep silent. But he managed to +repress his feelings for the first half hour and then, moved by an internal +mirth that simply would not be held in check longer, he cackled aloud.</p> + +<p>He saw Hollis shoot a quick glance at him. He cackled again, his mirth +swelling as he caught the surprised and puzzled expression of Hollis’s +face.</p> + +<p>“I have a very original opinion of people who laugh without any visible +cause,” remarked the latter, grinning reluctantly in the +semi-darkness.</p> + +<p>Norton’s reply was another cackle. They rode in silence for a long +time.</p> + +<p>Then Norton spoke. “This is a great country,” he said.</p> + +<p>Silence from Hollis, though taking a quick glance at him Norton again +observed the puzzled grin on his face.</p> + +<p>“And original,” he remarked, placing upon the latter word the +same peculiar emphasis that Hollis had given it a moment before.</p> + +<p>Hollis grinned widely; he began to detect a subtle meaning in the range +boss’s speech and <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_348'></a>348</span> actions. But he did not answer; it would not strain +his patience to await until such a time as Norton made his meaning clear.</p> + +<p>“But there’s some things that ain’t original,” +continued Norton in the same tone, after another short silence.</p> + +<p>This remark clearly required comment. Hollis grinned mildly. “Meaning +what?” he questioned.</p> + +<p>Norton met his gaze gravely. “Meanin’ that the ways of +makin’ love are pretty much the same in every country.” He laughed. +“I know there’s different ways of makin’ it–in +books,” he continued; “the folks which write books make their men +an’ women go at it all kinds of ways. But did you ever know anyone in real +life to make love to a girl any different than anyone else?”</p> + +<p>“I have had no experience in love making,” returned Hollis, +puzzled again.</p> + +<p>Norton cackled. “No,” he said, “an’ that’s the +peculiar part of it. Mostly no one has ever had any experience when they start +to makin’ love the first time. But they all make it the same way. +That’s why it ain’t original. You take a man which has got in love +with a girl–any man. He don’t want anyone to know that he’s in +love with her–he feels sorta sheepish about it. <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_349'></a>349</span> Goes around hangin’ his head +an’ blushin’, an’ mostly not sayin’ anything about it. +Once he gets it into his system he ain’t the same man any more. Takes to +actin’ reserved like an’ gentle. But them that’s had +experience can see the symptoms. There ain’t no way to hide it.”</p> + +<p>Had Norton looked at Hollis now he might have observed a touch of red in the +young man’s face. But he did not look; he was watching the trail ahead, +smiling broadly.</p> + +<p>They had been riding through a deep depression, going toward a ridge whose +crest was fringed with dense, tangled shrubbery. Hollis was about to reply to +Norton’s remark when he saw the latter’s lips suddenly straighten; +saw his body stiffen as he drew himself erect in the saddle and pulled his pony +abruptly up. Surprised, Hollis also reined in and sat silent, looking at +Norton.</p> + +<p>The latter’s hand went to one of his ears, the fingers spreading out, +fan like. “Listen!” he warned sharply.</p> + +<p>Hollis had been listening. A low rumble greeted his ears. He looked suddenly +upward at the sky, fearful that another storm, such as he had encountered months +before, might be forming. But the sky was cloudless. He looked again at Norton. +The latter’s eyes shone brightly <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_350'></a>350</span> in the moonlight as he leaned toward Hollis. The +rumbling had grown more distinct.</p> + +<p>“It ain’t a stampede,” said Norton rapidly; “there +wouldn’t be anything to stampede cattle on a night like this. An’ +them’s cattle!”</p> + +<p>It was about a hundred yards to the ridge toward which they had been riding +and Hollis saw Norton suddenly plunge the spurs into his pony’s flanks; +saw the animal rush forward. He gave his own animal the spurs and in an instant +was at Norton’s side, racing toward the ridge. The range boss dismounted +at the bottom, swiftly threw the reins over his pony’s head, and running +stealthily toward the crest. Hollis followed him. When he reached Norton’s +side the latter was flat on a rim rock at the edge of a little cliff, behind +some gnarled brush. Below them the country stretched away for miles, level, +unbroken, basking in the moonlight. Hollis recognized the section as that +through which he had traveled on the night he had been overtaken by the +storm–the big level that led to Big Elk crossing, where he had met +Dunlavey and his men that night.</p> + +<p>Looking out upon the plain he held his breath in amazement. During the time +he had been at the Circle Bar he had seen cattle running, but never had he seen +them run like this. About a <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_351'></a>351</span> quarter of a mile from the ridge on which he and +Norton stood rose a dust cloud–moving swiftly. But ahead of the cloud, +heads down, their horns tossing were a number of cattle, perhaps fifty, racing +furiously. They were running parallel with the ridge and would probably pass it. +Behind and flanking them raced several cowboys, silent, driving with their +quirts.</p> + +<p>“Rustlers!” came Norton’s voice from beside him. +“They’re headin’ for Big Elk!”</p> + +<p>Hollis had brought his rifle, which he had carried since the attack on the +night of the storm. At Norton’s word he raised it. But Norton’s hand +touched his and his voice came again, sharply, commandingly.</p> + +<p>“Don’t shoot!” he said. “It wouldn’t do any +good; some of them would get away. Mebbe they’ll come close enough +so’s we can see who they are!”</p> + +<p>Hollis waited breathlessly. It seemed that but an instant had passed from the +time he had caught a first glimpse of them until they were thundering by the +ridge and he and Norton were blinded by the dust. They had gone before the dust +settled, but through it as they passed, Hollis had caught sight of a familiar +figure. Before the thunder of hoofs had died away Hollis felt Norton’s +hand on his arm and his voice in his ear.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_352'></a>352</span>“Dunlavey!”</p> + +<p>There could be no doubt of that, for Hollis had recognized him also. He +turned, to hear Norton’s dry voice in his ear.</p> + +<p>“The new law don’t seem to be botherin’ Dunlavey a +heap,” he said.</p> + +<p>Hollis stepped boldly out on the ridge, his face grim and pale. But he was +pulled back by Norton. “I take it you don’t want to let them see +you,” he said. “When a thing like that comes off there’s +always somebody sure to be lookin’ back.” He was pulling at +Hollis’s arm, directing his steps down the slope toward where they had +left the horses. “You an’ me ain’t enough,” he was +saying to Hollis; “we’ll hit the breeze to the Circle Bar, get some +of the boys, an’ hustle back here an’ take them cattle!”</p> + +<p>Hollis accompanied him willingly as far as the horses. Then he halted, his +eyes flashing brightly. “We won’t go to the Circle Bar,” he +said. “We won’t fight them like that. There is a law in this country +now and I am going to see that the law acts!” He seized Norton’s arm +in a firm commanding grip. “You follow them,” he directed. +“From the edge of the butte where they caught me on the night of the storm +you can see the country for miles. Don’t cross the river,” he +warned. “Stay there beside <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_353'></a>353</span> the butte until I come back–I won’t be +long. Watch where they take the cattle!”</p> + +<p>Before Norton could offer a word of objection he was on his pony and racing +over the back trail at terrific speed. For a moment Norton watched him. Then he +disappeared and Norton grimly mounted his pony and rode down to the level +following the trail taken by the thieves.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_354'></a>354</span><a id='link_29'></a>CHAPTER XXIX<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE ARM OF THE LAW</span></h2> + +<p>The lights in Dry Bottom’s saloons were flickering brightly when Hollis +rode down the street and dismounted from his drooping pony in front of the court +house. He ran stiffly around the side of the building and knocked loudly on a +door. There was a short silence and then a movement inside and Ben Allen stuck +his head out of a window. He saw at a glance the upward turned face of the +nocturnal visitor and called shortly: “Wait! I’ll be +down!”</p> + +<p>There was a short wait, during which Hollis impatiently paced back and forth +and then Allen appeared in the door, fully dressed. Judge Graney, in a night +shirt, stood behind him.</p> + +<p>“Something’s up, of course,” drawled Allen as he stepped +down from the door, “or you wouldn’t come around disturbing folks +this way. What is it?”</p> + +<p>Hollis briefly related the events of the night, <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_355'></a>355</span> concluding with the statement that he +was determined to force the law to act.</p> + +<p>“Correct!” laughed Allen. “She’s got to act +now.” He caught Hollis’s arm and turned him toward a small +cottonwood grove about half a mile distant. A dozen white objects dotting the +grove caught Hollis’s gaze. He started.</p> + +<p>“Soldiers!” he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>“I might say that was a good guess,” drawled Allen. “I sent +for them because I thought I might need them if our friend Dunlavey got to +cuttin’ up any. It’s been my experience that a detail of Uncle +Sam’s boys is about as good a thing to have around in case of trouble as +any man could want.”</p> + +<p>“But you can’t use them in this case,” remarked Judge +Graney, who had stepped down beside the two men. “The governor’s +instructions were that they should be used merely as an instrument in enforcing +the court’s order regarding the sale of Dunlavey’s cattle. The theft +of the Circle Bar cattle is a matter which comes directly under the jurisdiction +of the sheriff. If he refuses to act―”</p> + +<p>“Hell!” broke in Allen. “We know he won’t do +anything!”</p> + +<p>The Judge smiled slightly. “I suspect he won’t,” he said +dryly. He winked at Hollis.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_356'></a>356</span>“Being a +judge in this district I am, of course, averse to advising any infractions of +the law. But if I were not a judge I would suggest that two strong, energetic +men–such as you appear to be―” He leaned forward and whispered +in Allen’s ear, whereat that gentleman let out a joyous whoop and almost +dragged Hollis around the corner of the building toward the street, leaving the +Judge standing in the doorway.</p> + +<p>Once on the street Allen set a pace that brought the two to the door of the +sheriff’s office quickly. A light shone through the window and when Allen +opened the door Watkins was sitting beside his desk, gravely fumbling a deck of +cards. He dropped them when he saw his visitors and made a quick movement with +his right hand toward his revolver. But Allen’s weapon was already +out.</p> + +<p>“Bill,” he said in a soft, even voice, “we’re +wantin’ a warrant for the arrest of Bill Dunlavey. The charge is +stealin’ cattle. Of course you’ll issue it,” he added +insinuatingly.</p> + +<p>Watkins’s face slowly paled. “Why―” he began.</p> + +<p>“Of course I knowed you wouldn’t do it when I asked you,” +said Allen with a dangerously soft smile. “That’s why I come down +here. This town’s got a sheriff an’ it ain’t. I wouldn’t +care <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_357'></a>357</span> a damn if it +didn’t have you. There’s lots of folks wouldn’t care either. +So that if you’re one of them which does care you’re settin’ +right still an’ not sayin’ anything which can be construed as talk +till my friend here goes down to the station.” He whispered to Hollis. +“Be middlin’ rapid,” he said aloud afterward, “an’ +use my name.” He turned to Watkins with a smile. “While we’re +waitin’ I’ll do some talkin’,” he said. “But if +you let out one little wee chirp them folks which don’t care about you +bein’ sheriff of this man’s town will sure have a heap of cause to +rejoice.”</p> + +<p>Hollis was already far down the street toward the station. When he got there +the station was dark–evidently the agent had gone to bed. Hollis pounded +heavily on the door and presently the agent opened it, appearing in his night +shirt, a heavy six-shooter in hand, his eyes blinking.</p> + +<p>“My name is Hollis,” said the latter from the darkness; “I +want you to telegraph the governor.”</p> + +<p>“Come in.” The agent disappeared within, Hollis following. +“This way,” he directed, as he disappeared through another door +leading into the station, his night shirt flapping about his lean legs. +“What you wantin’ to telegraph?” he questioned, as he seated +himself before the instrument <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_358'></a>358</span> and looked up at Hollis. And then, before the +latter could answer he continued: “You’re the durndest man to stir +up a muss I ever, seen in my life!”</p> + +<p>Hollis smiled grimly as he seized a blank and wrote his message to the +governor:</p> + +<div class='bquote'> +<p>“Cattle thieves caught red-handed. Sheriff refuses to act. Crisis. +Suggest you appoint me temporarily.</p> +</div><!-- block quote --> + +<p class='tar2'>Ben Allen.”</p> + +<p>The agent took the message, read it, and then monotonously began to drum on +the keys of his instrument.</p> + +<p>Hollis found it impossible to sit still and so he nervously paced up and down +the room during the sending of the message. The agent finished and, leaned his +head sleepily on the table.</p> + +<p>“Ought to answer in half an hour–if he’s home,” he +informed Hollis. Upon which Hollis slipped out of the door and returned down the +street to the sheriff’s office, peering within Watkins still sat at the +table and in a chair near him lounged Allen, talking volubly. Hollis watched for +a time and then returned to the station to find the agent asleep beside his +instrument. Hollis had scarcely awakened him when the sounder began its +monotonous ticking. <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_359'></a>359</span> He leaned over the agent’s shoulder and read +the governor’s answer as the agent sleepily wrote it down.</p> + +<div class='bquote'> +<p>“Ben Allen: You are hereby appointed sheriff of Union County in place +of W. Watkins, dismissed. Have Judge certify,”</p> </div><!-- block quote +--> + +<p>“I reckon there must be somethin’ goin’ on,” remarked +the agent. “What’s the matter with Bill―”</p> + +<p>But Hollis had snatched the message from his hand and was out into the street +in an instant and running down toward the sheriff’s office. When he +arrived there Allen was still talking. He passed the telegram to him and the +latter rose to his feet and smiled at Watkins, shoving the message under his +nose.</p> + +<p>“You can read her,” he said. “Then you can go home +an’ quit sheriffin’–after I’ve got through with you. +You’ve been called down to the court house. I’m takin’ you, +chargin’ you with bein’ an accessory before the fact, or +somethin’ like that. It don’t make no difference what it is, +you’re goin’ with me.” His voice came sharp and chill: +“Jump!”</p> + +<p>Judge Graney had dressed himself by the time the three arrived at the court +house and Watkins was roughly tumbled into the room which had <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_360'></a>360</span> been set aside as the +jail. Then the judge led Hollis and Allen into the court room where he issued +Allen’s certificate of appointment.</p> + +<p>“Now, I reckon we won’t have no trouble in gettin’ the +soldiers,” he grinned. “This sheriff is goin’ to +act!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_361'></a>361</span><a id='link_30'></a>CHAPTER XXX<br /><span class='h2fs'>FORMING A FRIENDSHIP</span></h2> + +<p>At three o’clock in the afternoon Hollis closed his desk and announced +to Potter that he was going to the Circle Bar. Potter watched him with a fond +smile as he went out the door and placed the saddle on his pony, mounted and +rode into the sunshine of the afternoon. The presence of the troopers in town +had created a sensation and most of the town’s citizens were gathered +about the court house, curiously watching Dunlavey and several of his men who +had been taken into custody during the early hours of the morning. Neither +Hollis or Norton had been allowed to participate in the final scene, the little +captain informing them curtly that the presence of civilians at what promised to +be a free-for-all fight was strictly forbidden. And so Norton had returned to +the Circle Bar, while Hollis had gone to Dry Bottom to finish an article for the +next issue of the <i>Kicker</i>.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_362'></a>362</span>It had been in +that bald, gray time between darkness and dawn when Ben Allen and Hollis, riding +at the head of the detail of troopers beside the dapper little captain, had +arrived at the edge of the butte where Hollis had directed Norton to await his +coming.</p> + +<p>Norton’s only comment upon seeing the troopers had been: “Where +in hell did them come from?”</p> + +<p>He told Allen that he had watched where Dunlavey and his men had driven the +cattle, and that he would find them concealed in a narrow defile between two +hills about a mile on the other side of the Rabbit-Ear. He and Hollis had +announced their intention to accompany the troop to the scene, but had been +refused permission by the captain.</p> + +<p>The capture of the thieves had been quite a simple matter. In single file the +troopers had descended the slope of the river, crossed a shallow, and clattered +up the other side. A mile dash at a gallop had brought them to one end of the +defile mentioned by Norton, and in a grove of fir-balsam the captain had +deployed his troopers and swooped suddenly down into the defile, surprising +several men, who with Dunlavey, were busily at work altering the brands on the +cattle they had stolen. There was a fire near the <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_363'></a>363</span> center of the defile, with branding +irons scattered about it.</p> + +<p>The stolen cattle bore various brands. There were perhaps a dozen belonging +to the Circle Bar, several from the Pig Pen; others bore the brands of the Three +Bar and the Diamond Dot.</p> + +<p>Proof of Dunlavey’s guilt had been absolute. He had made some +resistance, but had been quickly overpowered by Allen and the troopers. Then +with their prisoners the troops had returned to Dry Bottom.</p> + +<p>Hollis rode slowly toward the Circle Bar. He was tired–dead tired. When +he arrived at the Hazelton cabin the shade on the porch looked so inviting that +he dismounted, tied his pony to one of the slender porch columns, and seated +himself, leaning wearily against the column to which he had tied his pony.</p> + +<p>He sat there long, staring at a clump of nondescript weed that fringed the +edge of the arroyo near the cabin, his thoughts filled with pictures of +incidents that had occurred to him during his stay in the West. Nellie Hazelton +appeared in every one of these pictures and therefore he smiled often.</p> + +<p>He had not liked the country when he had first come here; it had seemed to +offer him no field for the pursuit of his ambition. Certainly the raising <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_364'></a>364</span> of cattle had never +entered into his scheme of things. Yet he now realized that there was plenty of +room in this country for success in this particular industry; all a man had to +do was to keep up his end until the law came. And now the law had come and he +had been partly responsible for its coming. The realization of this moved his +lips into a grim smile.</p> + +<p>He filled and lighted his pipe, smoking placidly as he leaned against the +slender column, his gaze shifting to a clump of dense shrubbery that skirted the +trail within twenty feet of the cabin. He sat quiet, his long legs stretched out +to enjoy the warmth of the sun that struck a corner of the porch floor. His pipe +spluttered in depletion and he raised himself and looked around for his pony, +observing that the animal was contentedly browsing the tops of some weeds at the +edge of the porch. Then, resigning himself to the sensation of languor that +oppressed him, he knocked the ash from the pipe, filled it again, lighted it, +and resumed his former reclining position.</p> + +<p>During the past few days he had given much thought to Dunlavey. He was +thinking of the man now, as his gaze went again to the clump of shrubbery that +skirted the trail.</p> + +<p>Some men’s mental processes were incomprehensible. <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_365'></a>365</span> Dunlavey was one of these men. What did +the man hope to gain by defying the law? Would there not be profit enough in the +cattle business when conducted honestly?</p> + +<p>He felt a certain contempt for the man, but mingled with it was a sort of +grim pity. No doubt Dunlavey felt justified in his actions, for he had lived +here a good many years, no doubt suffering the privations encountered by all +pioneers; living a hard life, dealing heavy blows to his enemies, and receiving +some himself. No doubt his philosophy of life had been of the peculiar sort +practiced by the feudal barons of the Old World, before civilization had come, +carrying its banner of justice, which, summed up epigrammatically, though +ironically, had been “Might is Right.” But might could never be +right in this country. Dunlavey must learn this lesson; he could not hope +to–!</p> + +<p>Hollis sat suddenly erect, putting aside his pipe and his ruminations at the +same instant, the languor gone from him, his eyes narrowing coldly.</p> + +<p>For suddenly, from behind the shrubbery that skirted the edge of the trail, +had appeared the man about whom he had been thinking! It was evident that he had +not come upon Hollis unexpectedly. He reined in his pony and sat motionless +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_366'></a>366</span> in the saddle, his +face white, his eyes alight with passion.</p> + +<p>For an instant neither man spoke. Hollis realized that the great moment for +which he had waited many days had arrived. And it had arrived unexpectedly. It +had arrived to find him tired after his activities of the night and in no +condition for a fight. He drew a deep breath and got to his feet, a grim smile +on his face. He stepped off the porch and stood by one of the columns, watching +Dunlavey closely. As he watched the grim smile on his face slowly faded, his +lips curled bitterly, his eyes chilled.</p> + +<p>“I suppose you’ve come to collect that thrashing?” he +said.</p> + +<p>Dunlavey dismounted quickly, his right hand flew to his holster, drawing his +revolver. He came toward Hollis crouching, a cold, merciless glitter in his +eyes.</p> + +<p>“Yes, you tenderfoot ― ―.” he snarled.</p> + +<hr class='tb' /> + +<p>From the moment of Hollis’s arrival at the court house the night before +Ben Allen had been constantly in action. It was late in the morning when he had +returned to the court house with his prisoners. The men who had been captured +with Dunlavey were still with the troopers, there not being sufficient room at +the court house for <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a +id='page_367'></a>367</span> them. Watkins had been released and Dunlavey had +taken his place in the little room that answered for a jail. Shortly before noon +Allen proceeded to the station, where he telegraphed to the governor the story +of the capture. He had then deputized a dozen punchers and sent them to the +Circle Cross to round up a thousand of Dunlavey’s cattle and hold them +until the late afternoon when, according to Allen’s published program, +they were to be sold to the highest bidder. Then, tired and hungry, Allen sought +the Alhambra and ate a hearty meal.</p> + +<p>Dry Bottom was swarming with visitors that had come in for the sale. But by +the time Allen had finished eating the exodus had begun. The trail leading to +the Circle Cross ranch was dotted with probable bidders, curiosity seekers, +idlers, and mere residents of the town. Now that the law had come there were +many who discovered that their sympathies had always been with the men who had +championed it. Allen found his way to the court house strewn with men who halted +him to express their good will. Many people gathered in front of the +<i>Kicker</i> office, eager for a glimpse of Hollis. Those who gathered there +before twelve-thirty saw him seated at his desk, tall, angular, serious of face, +absolutely unaffected by this thing which had caused a sensation. <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_368'></a>368</span> Passing the +<i>Kicker</i> office on his way to the court house, Allen had paused to look +within and shout a greeting to him. Then he had continued on his way.</p> + +<p>Arriving at the court house Allen looked in at Dunlavey to find him lying on +the floor, apparently asleep. Allen did not disturb him. He went out, threw the +saddle on his pony, and rode over to the grove where the soldiers were +quartered, talking long with the captain. At two o’clock he returned to +the court house to be greeted with the news that Dunlavey had escaped. Allen did +not stop to inquire how the escape had been accomplished. He remounted his pony +and raced down to the <i>Kicker</i> office, fearing that Dunlavey had gone +there. Potter informed him that his chief had departed for the Circle Bar fully +an hour and a half before. He had taken the Coyote trail–Potter had +watched him.</p> + +<p>Allen wheeled his pony and returned to the court house. He was met at the +door by Judge Graney. The latter’s face was white and drawn with fear.</p> + +<p>“He’s gone to kill Hollis!” the judge told him through +white, set lips. “I heard him threaten Hollis this morning and a moment +ago a man told me that he had seen Dunlavey, not <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_369'></a>369</span> over half an hour ago, riding out the +Coyote trail at a dead run!”</p> + +<p>Allen’s own face whitened. He did not stop to answer but drove the +spurs deep into his pony’s flanks and rode furiously down the street +toward a point near the <i>Kicker</i> office where he struck the trail.</p> + +<p>The distance to the Circle Bar ranch was ten miles and Dunlavey had a good +half hour’s start! He fairly lifted his pony over the first mile, though +realizing that he could not hope to arrive at the Circle Bar in time to prevent +Dunlavey from carrying out his design to kill Hollis. No, he told himself as he +rode, he could not prevent him from killing Hollis, should he catch the latter +unprepared, but he promised himself that Dunlavey should not escape punishment +for the deed.</p> + +<p>He had had some hope that Dunlavey would accept his defeat philosophically. +The latter was not the only man he had seen who had been defeated by the law. +Over in Colfax County and up in Wyoming he had dealt with many such men, and +usually, after they had seen that the law was inevitable, they had resigned +themselves to the new condition and had become pretty fair citizens. He had +imagined that Dunlavey would prove to be no exception, that after the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_370'></a>370</span> first sting of defeat +had been removed he would meet his adversaries half way in an effort to patch up +their differences. The danger was in the time immediately following the +realization of defeat. A man of the Dunlavey type was then usually +desperate.</p> + +<p>So Allen communed with himself as he rode at a head-long pace down the Coyote +trail, risking his neck a dozen times. Not once since he had left Dry Bottom had +he considered his own danger.</p> + +<p>He had been riding more than half an hour, and was coming up out of a little +gully when he came upon a riderless pony, and close by it, browsing near a clump +of shrubbery, another. He recognized one of them instantly as Dunlavey’s, +and his teeth came together with a snap. He rode closer to the other pony, +examining it. On one of its hips was a brand–the Circle Bar. Allen’s +face whitened again. He had arrived too late. But he would not be too late to +wreak vengeance upon Dunlavey.</p> + +<p>He dismounted and cautiously approached the brush at the side of the trail. +Parting it, he saw the roof of a cabin. He recognized it; he had passed it a +number of times during his exploration of the country. He drew back and crept +crept farther along in the brush, certain that he <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_371'></a>371</span> would presently see Dunlavey. But he +had not gone very far when he heard voices and he cautiously parted the brush +again and peered through.</p> + +<p>He started back in surprise, an incredulous grin slowly appearing on his +face. The incredulity changed to amusement a moment later–when he heard +Hollis’s voice!</p> + +<p>The young man was seated on the edge of the porch–smoking a pipe! Near +him, seated on a flat rock, his face horribly puffed out, with several ugly +gashes disfiguring it, his eyes blackened, his clothing in tatters, one hand +hanging limply by his side, the fingers crushed and bleeding, was Dunlavey! Near +him, almost buried in the sand, was a revolver. Allen’s smile broadened +when he saw Dunlavey’s empty holster. Evidently he had met with a +surprise!</p> + +<p>While taking in these details Allen had not forgotten to listen to Hollis as +the latter talked to Dunlavey. Apparently Hollis had about finished his talk, +for his voice was singularly soft and even, and Dunlavey’s almost comical +air of dejection could not have settled over him in an instant.</p> + +<p>“... and so of course I had to thrash you–you had it coming to +you. You haven’t been a man–you’ve acted like a sneak and a +cur all <span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_372'></a>372</span> through +this business. You made a thrashing inevitable when you set Yuma on Nellie +Hazelton. You’ll have plenty of marks to remind you of the one you gave me +that night.” He pointed to his cheek. “I’ve got even for that. +But I think I wouldn’t have trimmed you quite so bad if you hadn’t +tried to shoot me a few minutes ago.”</p> + +<p>He puffed silently at his pipe for a short time, during which Dunlavey sat on +the rock and squinted pathetically at him. Then he resumed:</p> + +<p>“I’ve heard people talk of damned fools, but never, until I met +you, have I been unfortunate enough to come into personal contact with one. I +should think that when you saw the soldiers had come you would have surrendered +decently. Perhaps you know by now that you can’t fight the United States +Army–and that you can’t whip me. If you’ve got any sense left +at all you’ll quit fighting now and try your best to be a good +citizen.”</p> + +<p>He smiled grimly as he rose from the porch and walked to where Dunlavey sat, +standing over him and looking down at him.</p> + +<p>“Dunlavey,” he said, extending his right hand to the beaten man, +“let’s call it quits. You’ve been terribly worked up, but you +ought to be over it now. You ought to be able to see <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_373'></a>373</span> that it doesn’t go. I’ve +thrashed you pretty badly, but you and your men used me up pretty well that +night and so it’s an even thing. Let’s shake and be friends. If you +show signs of wanting to be a man again I’ll withdraw the charge of +cattle stealing which I have placed against you, and I imagine I won’t +have any trouble in inducing Allen to call off that auction sale and accept +settlement of the claim against you.”</p> + +<p>Until now Dunlavey had avoided looking at the outstretched hand. But now he +looked at it, took it and held it for an instant, his bruised and swollen face +taking on an expression of lugubrious self-pity.</p> + +<p>“I reckon I’ve got it in the neck all around,” he said +finally. “But I ain’t no squealer and I’ve got―” +His gaze met Hollis’s and his eyes gleamed with a reluctant admiration. +“By God, you’re white! I reckon you could have tore the rest of me +apart like you did my hand.” He held up the injured member for +inspection.</p> + +<p>Allen’s grin could grow no broader, and now he showed his increased +satisfaction with a subdued cackle. He backed stealthily out of the shrubbery, +taking a final glance at the two men. He saw Hollis leading Dunlavey toward a +small water hole at the rear of the cabin; saw him bathing <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_374'></a>374</span> Dunlavey’s injured hand and +binding it with his handkerchief.</p> + +<p>Then Allen proceeded to his pony, mounted, and departed for the court house +to tell Judge Graney the news that kept his own face continually in a smile.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_375'></a>375</span><a id='link_31'></a>CHAPTER XXXI<br /><span class='h2fs'>AFTERWARD</span></h2> + +<p>From Razor-Back ridge the big basin spread away to the Blue Peak mountains. +On the opposite side of the ridge began the big plain on which, snuggled behind +some cottonwood trees, were the Circle Cross buildings. From where Hollis and +Nellie Hazelton sat on the ridge they could look miles down the Coyote trail, +into Devil’s Hollow; could see the two big cottonwood trees that stood +beside Big Elk crossing, above which, on the night of the storm, Hollis had been +attacked by Dunlavey’s men. Back on the stretch of plain above the basin +they could make out the Circle Bar buildings, lying close to the banks of the +river.</p> + +<p>It was in the late afternoon and the sun had gone down behind the Blue Peaks, +though its last rays were just touching the crest of the ridge near Hollis and +Nellie. He had called her attention to the sinking sun, telling her that it was +time they started for the Circle Bar.</p> + +<p>“Wait,” she said; “someone is coming up the <span +class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_376'></a>376</span> Coyote trail. I have +been watching him for ten minutes.”</p> + +<p>Hollis faced the trail and watched also. In a quarter of an hour the horseman +came out of Devil’s Hollow. Hollis and Nellie could see him plainly as he +guided his pony around the huge boulders that filled the place. Hollis smiled +whimsically.</p> + +<p>“It’s the poet,” he told Nellie, catching her gaze and +grinning widely at her. “I sent him to Dry Bottom this noon for the +mail–Potter is going to stay in town over night.”</p> + +<p>For an instant it seemed that Ace would not see them, and Hollis rose from +the rock on which he had been sitting and halloed to him. He responded with a +shout and urged his pony up the steep side of the slope and then along the crest +until he came within a few feet of where they sat. He dismounted and came +forward, grinning broadly.</p> + +<p>“Takin’ the view?” he questioned. His eyes twinkled. +“Sometimes there’s a heap of poetry could be got out of this county. +But–” and his eyelashes flickered slightly–“a +fellow’s got to be in the right frame of mind to get it out. I reckon you +two―”</p> + +<p>“I suppose you got the mail?” interrupted Hollis, grimacing at +him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_377'></a>377</span>“I sure +did,” returned the poet, “one letter. I reckon the +blacksmith’ll be kickin’ because I’ve been galivantin’ +around the country for one letter. Here it is.” He passed an envelope to +Hollis, and the latter, with a quick glance at the legend in the upper left hand +corner, tore it open and read. It was from Weary.</p> + +<div class='bquote'> +<p>Dear boss i got cleaned out agin what did you send me a hundred dollars for +you might have knowed that id make a gol darned fool of myself with so much coin +i never could keep no coin no how but its all right anyway cause me an eds comin +home tomorrow eds all right except bein a littel week which the doc says he git +over in a littel while.</p> </div><!-- block quote --> + +<p class='tar2'>ta ta.<br />Weary</p> + +<div class='bquote'> +<p>P.S. i might have telegraphed but ed says it dont make no difference cause +the letter will git there quick enough any way an hes afraid a telegram will +scare some one. im dam glad i got a return ticket.</p> </div><!-- block quote +--> + +<p class='tar2'>Weary</p> + +<p>After reading the letter Hollis passed it over to Nellie, watching her, his +eyes alight with satisfaction.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” she said. “Oh!” The letter dropped from her +hand, was caught by the breezes and swirled several feet distant. Ace sprang to +recover it. When he turned, the letter in hand, he <span class='pagenum +pncolor'><a id='page_378'></a>378</span> saw something that brought a huge grin +of sympathy to his face. But mingled with the sympathy was another emotion.</p> + +<p>“Boss,” he said, as Hollis, disengaging himself, turned and faced +him, “I’ve writ quite a nice little thing on ‘Love.’ Mebbe +you’d like to―”</p> + +<p>He caught Hollis’s frown and immediately retreated to his pony, his +grin broadening as he went. He cackled with mirth as Hollis’s voice +reached him.</p> + +<p>“Ace,” he said gravely, “don’t attempt to write a +poem on ‘Love’ until you’ve had some experience.”</p> + +<p>“You havin’ yours now?” insinuated Ace, as he mounted his +pony.</p> + +<p>He alone caught Hollis’s reply. 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