"Buck Sanders was here to see you, sheriff," the boy said.
Since the days when he had been segundo of the Snaith-McRobert outfit Sanders had declined in the world. Like many of his kind he had taken to drink, become bitten with the desire to get rich without working, and operated inconspicuously in the chaparral with a branding iron. Much water had poured down the bed of the Pecos in the past three years. The disagreement between him and Clanton had long since been patched up and they had lately been together a great deal.
Prince went up to his room, threw off his coat, and began to prepare some papers he had to send to the Governor. He was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Sanders opened at the sheriff"s invitation, shoved in his head, looked around the room warily, and sidled in furtively. He closed the door.
"Mind if I lock it?" he asked.
The sheriff nodded. His eyes fixed themselves intently on the man. "Go as far as you like."
The visitor hung his hat over the keyhole and moved forward to the table.
His close-set eyes gripped those of the sheriff.
"What about this reward stuff?" he asked harshly.
An instant resentment surged up in Billie"s heart. He knew now why this fellow had come to see him secretly. It was his duty to get all the information he could about Clanton. He had to deal with this man who wanted to sell his comrade, but he did not relish the business.
"You can read, can"t you, Sanders?" he asked ungraciously.
"Where"s the money?" snarled his guest.
"It"s in the bank."
"Sure?"
From his pocket-book Billie took a bank deposit slip. He put it on the table where the other man could look it over.
"Would a man have to wait for the reward until Clanton was convicted?"
the traitor asked roughly.
"A thousand would be paid as soon as the arrest was made, the rest when he was convicted," said Prince coldly.
"Will you put that in writin", Mr. Sheriff?"
The chill eyes of the officer drilled into those of the rustler. He drew a pad toward him and wrote a few lines, then shoved the tablet of paper toward Sanders. The latter tore off the sheet and put it in his pocket.
Sanders spoke again, abruptly. "Understand one thing, Prince. I don"t have to take part in the arrest. I only tell you where to find him."
"And take me to the spot," added the sheriff, "I"ll do the arrestin"."
"Whyfor must I take you there if I tell you where to go?"
"You want a good deal for your white alley, Sanders," returned the other contemptuously. "I"m to take all the chances an" you are to drag down the reward. That listens good. Nothin" to it. You"ll ride right beside me; then if anything goes wrong, you"ll be where I can ask you questions."
"Do you think I"m double-crossin" you? Is that it?" flushed the ex-foreman of the Lazy S M.
"I don"t know. It might be Clanton you"re double-crossin", or it might be me," said the sheriff with cynical insolence. "But if I"m the bird you"ve made a poor choice. In case we"re ambushed, you"ll be in nice, easy reach of my gun."
"Do I look like a fool?" snapped Sanders. "I"m out for the dough. I"m takin" you to Clanton because I need the money."
"Mebbeso. You won"t need it long if you throw me down." Then abruptly, the sheriff dropped into the manner of dry business. "Get down to tacks, man. Where is Clanton"s hang-out?"
Buck sat down and drew a sketch roughly on the tablet. "Cross the river at Blazer"s Ford, cut over the hills to Ojo Caliente, an" swing to the east. He"s about four miles from Round Top in an old dugout. Maybe you"ve heard of Saguaro Canon. Well, he"s holed up in a little gulch runnin" into it."
By daybreak next morning the sheriff"s posse was in the saddle. In addition to Sanders, who rode beside Billie unarmed, Goodheart and two special deputies made up the party.
The sun was riding high when they reached Ojo Caliente. The party bore eastward, following a maze of washes, arroyos, and gorges. It was well into the afternoon when the informer ventured a suggestion.
"We"re close enough. Better light here an" sneak forward on foot," the man said gruffly.
As he swung from the horse Billie smiled grimly. He had a plan of his own which he meant to try. Buck Sanders might not like it, but he was not in a position to make any serious objection.
They crept forward to a rim rock above a heavily wooded slope. A tongue-shaped grove ran down close to the edge of a narrow gulch.
Prince explained what he meant to do. "We"ll all snake down closer. When I give the word you"ll go forward alone, Sanders, an" call Jim out. Ask him to come forward an" look at yore bronco"s hoof. That"s all you"ll have to do."
Sanders voiced a profane and vigorous protest. "Have you forgot who this guy is you"re arrestin"? Go-Get-"Em Jim is no tenderfoot kid. He"s chain lightnin" on the shoot. If he suspects me one steenth part of a second, that will be long enough for him to gun me good."
"He"ll not have a chance. We"ll have him covered all the time."
"Say, we agreed you was goin" to make this arrest, not me."
"I"ll make it. All you"ve got to do is to call him out."
"All!" shrieked Sanders. "You know d.a.m.ned well I"m takin" the big risk."
"That"s the way I intended it to be," the sheriff a.s.sured him coolly.
"You"re to get the reward, aren"t you?"
The rustler balked. He polluted the air with low, vicious curses, but in the end he had to come to time.
They slipped through the grove till they could see on the edge of the ravine a dug-out. Prince flashed a handkerchief as a signal and Sanders rode down in the open skirting the timber. He swung from the saddle and shouted a "h.e.l.lo, in the house!"
No answer came. Buck called a second and a third time. He waited, irresolute. He could not consult with Prince. At last he moved toward the house and entered. Presently he returned to the door and waved to the sheriff to come forward.
Very cautiously the posse accepted the invitation, but every foot of the way Billie kept the man covered.
Sanders ripped out a furious oath. "He"s done made his get-away. Some one must "a" warned him."
He held out to Prince a note scrawled on a piece of wrapping-paper. It was in Clanton"s pell-mell, huddled chirography:--
Sorry I can"t stay to entertain you, Billie. Make yourself at home. Bacon and other grub in a lard can by the creek. Help yourself.
Crack Sanders one on the bean with your six-gun on account for me.
JIMMIE-GO-GET-"EM.