"Maneater? Why, Bud Larrimer wouldn"t be more"n a mouthful for him. Sure he"d come to town. And he"d clean up quick. But Larrimer ain"t fool enough to send such an invite."
"You don"t understand me," persisted Waters patiently. "What I mean is this. Larrimer sends the challenge, if you wish to call it that. He takes up a certain position. Say in a public place. You and your men, if you wish, are posted nearby, but out of view when young Hollis comes. When Terry Hollis arrives, the moment he touches a gun b.u.t.t, you fill him full of lead and accuse him of using unfair play against Larrimer. Any excuse will do. The public want an end of young Hollis. They won"t be particular with their questions."
He found it difficult to meet the narrowed eyes of the sheriff.
"What you want me to do," said the sheriff, with slow effort, "is to set a trap, get Hollis into it, and then--murder him?"
"A brutal way of putting it, my dear fellow."
"A true way," said the sheriff.
But he was thinking, and Waters waited.
When he spoke, his voice was soft enough to blend with the sheriff"s thoughts without actually interrupting them.
"You"re not a youngster any more, sheriff, and if you lose out here, your reputation is gone for good. You"ll not have the time to rebuild it. Here is a chance for you not only to stop the evil rumors, but to fortify your past record with a new bit of work that will make people talk of you.
They don"t really care how you do it. They won"t split hairs about method. They want Hollis put out of the way. I say, cache yourself away.
Let Hollis come to meet Larrimer in a private room. You can arrange it with Larrimer yourself later on. You shoot from concealment the moment Hollis shows his face. It can be said that Larrimer did the shooting, and beat Hollis to the draw. The glory of it will bribe Larrimer."
The sheriff shook his head. Waters leaned forward.
"My friend," he said. "I represent in this matter a wealthy man to whom the removal of Terry Hollis will be worth money. Five thousand dollars cash, sheriff!"
The sheriff moistened his lips and his eyes grew wild. He had lived long and worked hard and saved little. Yet he shook his head.
"Ten thousand dollars," whispered Waters. "Cash!"
The sheriff groaned, rose, paced the room, and then slumped into a chair.
"Tell Bud Larrimer I want to see him," he said. The following letter, which was received at the house of Joe Pollard, was indeed a gem of English:
MR. TERRY BLACK JACK:
Sir, I got this to say. Since you done my brother dirt I bin looking for a chans to get even and I ain"t seen any chanses coming my way so Ime going to make one which I mean that Ile be waiting for you in town today and if you don"t come Ile let the boys know that you aint only an ornery mean skunk but your a yaller hearted dog also which I beg to remain
Yours very truly,
Bud Larrimer.
Terry Hollis read the letter and tossed it with laughter to Phil Marvin, who sat cross-legged on the floor mending a saddle, and Phil and the rest of the boys shook their heads over it.
"What I can"t make out," said Joe Pollard, voicing the sentiments of the rest, "is how Bud Larrimer, that"s as slow as a plow horse with a gun, could ever find the guts to challenge Terry Hollis to a fair fight."
Kate Pollard rose anxiously with a suggestion. Today or tomorrow at the latest she expected the arrival of Elizabeth Cornish, and so far it had been easy to keep Terry at the house. The gang was gorged with the loot of the Lewison robbery, and Terry"s appet.i.te for excitement had been cloyed by that event also. This strange challenge from the older Larrimer was the fly in the ointment.
"It ain"t hard to tell why he sent that challenge," she declared. "He has some sneaking plan up his sleeve, Dad. You know Bud Larrimer. He hasn"t the nerve to fight a boy. How"ll he ever manage to stand up to Terry unless he"s got hidden backing?"
She herself did not know how accurately she was. .h.i.tting off the situation; but she was drawing it as black as possible to hold Terry from accepting the challenge. It was her father who doubted her suggestion.
"It sounds queer," he said, "but the gents of these parts don"t make no ambushes while McGuire is around. He"s a clean shooter, is McGuire, and he don"t stand for no shady work with guns."
Again Kate went to the attack.
"But the sheriff would do anything to get Terry. You know that. And maybe he isn"t so particular about how it"s done. Dad, don"t you let Terry make a step toward town! I _know_ something would happen! And even if they didn"t ambush him, he would be outlawed even if he won the fight. No matter how fair he may fight, they won"t stand for two killings in so short a time. You know that, Dad. They"d have a mob out here to lynch him!"
"You"re right, Kate," nodded her father. "Terry, you better stay put."
But Terry Hollis had risen and stretched himself to the full length of his height, and extended his long arms sleepily. Every muscle played smoothly up his arms and along his shoulders. He was fit for action from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
"Partners," he announced gently, "no matter what Bud Larrimer has on his mind, I"ve got to go in and meet him. Maybe I can convince him without gun talk. I hope so. But it will have to be on the terms he wants. I"ll saddle up and lope into town."
He started for the door. The other members of the Pollard gang looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders. Plainly the whole affair was a bad mess. If Terry shot Larrimer, he would certainly be followed by a lynching mob, because no self-respecting Western town could allow two members of its community to be dropped in quick succession by one man of an otherwise questionable past. No matter how fair the gunplay, just as Kate had said, the mob would rise. But on the other hand, how could Terry refuse to respond to such an invitation without compromising his reputation as a man without fear?
There was nothing to do but fight.
But Kate ran to her father. "Dad," she cried, "you got to stop him!"
He looked into her drawn face in astonishment.
"Look here, honey," he advised rather sternly. "Man-talk is man-talk, and man-ways are man-ways, and a girl like you can"t understand. You keep out of this mess. It"s bad enough without having your hand added."
She saw there was nothing to be gained in this direction. She turned to the rest of the men; they watched her with blank faces. Not a man there but would have done much for the sake of a single smile. But how could they help?
Desperately she ran to the door, jerked it open, and followed Terry to the stable. He had swung the saddle from its peg and slipped it over the back of El Sangre, and the great stallion turned to watch this perennially interesting operation.
"Terry," she said, "I want ten words with you."
"I know what you want to say," he answered gently. "You want to make me stay away from town today. To tell you the truth, Kate, I hate to go in.
I hate it like the devil. But what can I do? I have no grudge against Larrimer. But if he wants to talk about his brother"s death, why--good Lord, Kate, I have to go in and listen, don"t I? I can"t dodge that responsibility!"
"It"s a trick, Terry. I swear it"s a trick. I can feel it!" She dropped her hand nervously on the heavy revolver which she wore strapped at her hip, and fingered the gold chasing. Without her gun, ever since early girlhood, she had felt that her toilet was not complete.
"It may be," he nodded thoughtfully. "And I appreciate the advice, Kate-- but what would you have me do?"
"Terry," she said eagerly, "you know what this means. You"ve killed once.
If you go into town today, it means either that you kill or get killed.
And one thing is about as bad as the other."
Again he nodded. She was surprised that he would admit so much, but there were parts of his nature which, plainly, she had not yet reached to.
"What difference does it make, Kate?" His voice fell into a profound gloom. "What difference? I can"t change myself. I"m what I am. It"s in the blood. I was born to this. I can"t help it. I know that I"ll lose in the end. But while I live I"ll be happy. A little while!"
She choked. But the sight of his drawing the cinches, the imminence of his departure, cleared her mind again.
"Give me two minutes," she begged.
"Not one," he answered. "Kate, you only make us both unhappy. Do you suppose I wouldn"t change if I could?"
He came to her and took her hands.