"I"ve got a plan," he said.
"You"re full of plans," muttered Dunbar evilly.
All the way home he had been striving to find some way of explaining his lack of success with the stallion to Mary Hood. She had grown up on the ranch with him, for her father had been the manager of the ranch for twenty years; and she had grown up with the feeling that Hal Dunbar was infallible and invincible.
"Did you see the big hulk look at Mary Hood?" Riley asked.
The name came pat with the unpleasant part of Hal"s brooding, and his scowl grew blacker. "What about it?"
"Looked at her as though she was an angel--touched her hand as though it was fire. I tell you, Hal, she knocked Hunter clean off his balance."
"Not the first she"s done that to," said Hal with meaning.
"Maybe not. Maybe not," said Riley rather hastily. "But I been thinking. Suppose you go to Mary and tell her that you"re dead set on keeping this Hunter with you. Tell her that he"s a hard fellow to handle, that he likes her, and that the best way to make sure of him is for her to be nice to him. She can do that easy. She takes nacheral to flirting."
"Flirt with that thick-head? She"d laugh in my face."
"She"d do more than that for you, Hal."
"H"m," grunted Dunbar, greatly mollified. "I ask her to make Hunter happy. What comes of it? If her father sees Hunter make eyes at her he"ll blow the head off the clodhopper."
"I know." Riley nodded. "He"s always afraid she"ll take a fancy to one of the hands and run off with him, or something like that. He"s dead set agin" her saying two words to anybody like me, say!"
He gritted his teeth and flushed at the thought. Then he continued.
"But that"s just what you want. You want to get Hunter"s head blown off, don"t you?"
Dunbar caught the shoulder of Riley and whirled him around.
"Are you talking murder to me, Riley?"
"I"m talking sense," said Riley.
"By the Lord," growled Dunbar, "you"re a plain bad one, Riley. You like deviltry for the sake of the deviltry itself. You want me to get--"
"How much do you want the black hoss, chief?" Dunbar sighed.
"You can"t touch him, after him saving your life, and I can"t touch him, because everybody knows that I"m your man. But suppose you get the girl and Hunter planted? Then when Jack Hood rides in this afternoon, I"ll take him where he can see "em together. Leave the rest to me. Will you? I"ll have Jack Hood scared she"s going to elope before morning, and Jack will do the rest. You know his way."
"Suppose Hood gets killed?"
"Killed--by that? Jack Hood? Why, you know he"s near as good as you with his gat!"
Dunbar nodded slowly. After all, the scheme was a simple one.
"Well?" whispered Riley.
"You and the devil win," said Hal. "After all, what"s this Hunter amount to? Nothing. And I need the horse!"
He executed the first step of the scheme instantly. He went downstairs and found the girl still on the veranda. She began to mock him at once.
"You"ll go to heaven, Hal, giving a home to the man who beats you."
He managed to smile, although the words were poison to him. He had loved her as long as he could remember, and sooner or later she would be his wife, but the period remained indefinitely in the future as the whims of the girl changed. It was for that reason, as Hal very well knew, that her father became furious when she smiled at another man.
The rich marriage was his goal; and when a second man stepped onto the stage, old Jack Hood was ready to fight. Hal saw a way of stopping her gibes and proving his good intentions toward Hunter all in a breath.
"He saved my life, Mary. I lost a stirrup, and the devil of a horse threw me."
Briefly he sketched in the story of the rescue, and how Bull Hunter afterward had ridden the horse without spurs, without a bridle. Before he ended her eyes were shining.
"That"s what he meant when he said he hadn"t beaten Diablo. I understand now. At the time I thought he was a little simple, Hal."
"He"s not exceptionally clever, Mary," said Hal, "and that"s where the point comes in of what I want you to do. Hunter is apt to take a fancy that he isn"t wanted here--that he"s being kept out of charity because he saved my life. Nothing I can say will convince him. I want you to give him a better reason for staying around. Will you do it--as a great favor?"
She dropped her chin into her hand and studied him.
"Just what are you driving at, Hal?"
"You know what I mean well enough. I want you to waste a smile or two on him, Mary. Will you do that? Make him think you like him a good deal, that you"re glad to have him around. Will you? Take him out for a walk this afternoon and get him to tell you the story of his life.
You can always make a man talk and generally you turn them into fools.
You"ve done it with me, often enough," he added gloomily.
"Flirt with that big, quiet fellow?" she said gravely. "Hal, you"re criminal. Besides, you know that I don"t flirt. It"s just the opposite. When I like a man I"m simply frank about it."
"But you have a way of being frank so that a poor devil usually thinks you want to marry him, and then there"s the devil to pay. You know it perfectly well."
"That"s not true, Hal!"
"I won"t argue. But will you do it?"
"Absolutely not!"
"It might be quite a game. He may not be altogether a fool. And suppose he were to wake up? Suppose he"s simply half-asleep?"
He saw a gleam of excitement come in her eyes and wisely left her without another word. After things had reached a certain point Mary could be generally trusted to carry the action on.
CHAPTER 20
Jack Hood had ridden out on his rounds with a new horse that morning, and the new horse developed the gait of a plow horse. The result was that grim old Jack reached the house that night with a body racked by the labor of the day and a disposition poisoned for the entire evening. He was met at the stable by Riley, and the sight of him brought a spark for the moment into the eye of the foreman.
"You"re back, then, and you got Diablo?"
"Look yonder."
Jack Hood went to the box stall and came back rubbing his hands, but his exultation was cut short by Riley"s remark. "He doesn"t belong to Hal. Hal was thrown and another gent rode him."