His conceit nettled her; also, it stung her filial loyalty. "My father was the best sheriff this county ever had," she said stiffly.
He smiled satirically. "Still, I reckon I"ll handle this my own way--unless your father"s daughter wants to go partners with me in it."
She gave him a look intended to crush his impudence. "No, thank you."
He ate a breakfast which she had the cook prepare hurriedly for him, and departed on the horse for which she had telephoned to the nearest livery stable. Melissy was a singularly fearless girl; yet she watched him go with a decided relief, for which she could not account. He rode, she observed, like a centaur--flat-backed, firm in the saddle with the easy negligence of a plainsman. He turned as he started, and waved a hand debonairly at her.
"If I have any luck, I"ll bring back one of the Roaring Fork bunch with me--a present for a good girl, Miss Melissy."
She turned on her heel and went inside. Anger pulsed fiercely through her.
He laughed at her, made fun of her, and yet called her by her first name.
How dared he treat her so! Worst of all, she read admiration bold and unveiled in the eyes that mocked her.
Half an hour later Flatray, riding toward town with his prisoner in front of him, heard a sudden sharp summons to throw up his hands. A man had risen from behind a boulder, and held him covered steadily.
Jack looked at the fellow without complying. He needed no second glance to tell him that this man was not one to be trifled with. "Who are you?" he demanded quietly.
"Never mind who I am. Reach for the sky."
The captured outlaw had given a little whoop, and was now loosening the rope from his neck. "You"re the goods, Cap! I knew the boys would pull it off for me, but I didn"t reckon on it so durn soon."
"Shut up!" ordered the man behind the gun, without moving his eyes from Flatray.
"I"m a clam," retorted the other.
"I"m waiting for those hands to go up; but I"ll not wait long, seh."
Jack"s hands went up reluctantly. "You"ve got the call," he admitted.
They led him a couple of hundred yards from the trail and tied him hand and foot. Before they left him the outlaw whom he had captured evened his score. Three times he struck Flatray on the head with the b.u.t.t of his revolver. He was lying on the ground bleeding and senseless when they rode away toward the hills.
Jack came to himself with a blinding headache. It was some time before he realized what had happened. As soon as he did he set about freeing himself. This was a matter of a few minutes. With the handkerchief that was around his neck he tied up his wounds. Fortunately his hair was very thick and this had saved him from a fractured skull. Dizzily he got to his feet, found his horse, and started toward Mesa.
Not many people were on the streets when the sheriff pa.s.sed through the suburbs of the little town, for it was about the breakfast hour. One stout old negro mammy stopped to stare in surprise at his b.l.o.o.d.y head.
"Laws a mussy, Mistah Flatray, what they done be"n a-doin" to you-all?"
she asked.
The sheriff hardly saw her. He was chewing the bitter cud of defeat and was absorbed in his thoughts. He was still young enough to have counted on the effect upon Melissy of his return to town with one of the abductors as his prisoner.
It happened that she was on the porch watering her flower boxes when he pa.s.sed the house.
"Jack!" she cried, and on the heels of her exclamation: "What"s the matter with you? Been hurt?"
A gray pallor had pushed through the tan of her cheeks. She knew her heart was beating fast.
"b.u.mped into a piece of bad luck," he grinned, and told her briefly what had occurred.
She took him into the house and washed his head for him. After she saw how serious the cuts were she insisted on sending for a doctor. When his wounds were dressed she fed him and made him lie down and sleep on her father"s bed.
The sun was sliding down the heavens to a crotch in the hills before he joined her again. She was in front of the house clipping her roses.
"Is the invalid better?" she asked him.
"He"s a false alarm. But he did have a mighty thumping headache that has gone now."
"I"ve been wondering why you didn"t meet Lieutenant O"Connor. He must have taken the road you came in on."
The young man"s eyes lit. "Is Bucky here already?"
"He was. He"s gone. I was greatly disappointed in him. He"s not half the man you think he is."
"Oh, but he is. Everybody says so."
"I never saw a more conceited man, or a more hateful one. There"s something about him--oh, I don"t know. But he isn"t good. I"m sure of that."
"His reputation isn"t of that kind. They say he"s devoted to his wife and kids."
"His wife and children." Melissy recalled the smoldering admiration in his bold eyes. She laughed shortly. "That finishes him with me. He"s married, is he? Well, I know the kind of husband he is."
Jack flashed a quick look at her. He guessed what she meant. But this did not square at all with what his friends had told him of O"Connor.
"Did he ask for me?"
"No. He said he preferred to play a lone hand. His manner was unpleasant all the time. He knows it all. I could see that."
"Anyhow, he"s a crackerjack in his line. Have you heard from your father since he set out?"
"Not yet."
"Well, I"m going to start to-night with a posse for the Cache. If O"Connor comes back, tell him I"ll follow the Roaring Fork."
"You"ll not go this time without a gun, Jack," she said with a ghost of a smile.
"No. I want to make good this trip."
"You did splendidly before. Not one man in a hundred would have done so well."
"I"m a wonder," he admitted with a grin.
"But you will take care of yourself--not be foolish."
"I don"t aim to take up residence in Boot Hill cemetery if I can help it."
"Boone and his men are dangerous characters. They are playing for high stakes. They would snuff your life out as quick as they would wink. Don"t forget that."
"You don"t want me to lie down before Dunc Boone, do you?"