"Dad has gone to meet you. We"ve heard about what happened this morning."
"You mean what didn"t happen. Beats all how far a little excitement goes in this town," he answered, embarra.s.sed.
Her father and Maloney entered the room. Cullison wrung his hand.
"Glad to see you, boy. You"re in luck that convict did not shoot you up while he had the chance. Saguache is sure buzzing this mo"ning with the way you stood up to him. That little play of yours will help with the jury in September."
Curly thanked him for going bail.
Luck fixed his steel-spoked eyes on him. "By what d.i.c.k tells me you"ve more than squared that account."
Kate explained in her soft voice. "d.i.c.k told us why you went up to Dead Cow creek."
"Sho! I hadn"t a thing to do, so I just ran up there. Sam"s in town with me. We"re rooming together."
"Oh, take me to him," Kate cried.
"Not just now, honey," her father said gently. "This young man came here to tell us something. Or so I gathered from his friend Davis."
Flandrau told his story, or all of it that would bear telling before a girl. He glossed over his account of the dissipation at the horse ranch, but he told all he knew of Laura London and her interest in Sam. But it was when he related what he had heard at Chalkeye"s place that the interest grew most tense. While he was going over the plot to destroy young Cullison there was no sound in the room but his voice. Luck"s eyes burned like live coals. The color faded from the face of his daughter so that her lips were gray as cigar ash. Yet she sat up straight and did not flinch.
When he had finished the owner of the Circle C caught his hand. "You"ve done fine, boy. Not a man in Arizona could have done it better."
Kate said nothing in words but her dark longlashed eyes rained thanks upon him.
They talked the situation over from all angles. Always it simmered down to one result. It was Soapy"s first play. Until he moved they could not. They had no legal evidence except the word of Curly. Nor did they know on what night he had planned to pull off the hold-up. If they were to make a complete gather of the outfit, with evidence enough to land them in the penitentiary, it could only be after the hold-up.
Meanwhile there was nothing to do but wait and take what precautions they could against being caught by surprise. One of these was to see that Sam was never for an instant left unguarded either day or night. Another was to ride to Tin Cup and look the ground over carefully. For the present they could do no more than watch events, attracting no attention by any whispering together in public.
Before the conference broke up Kate came in with her protest.
"That"s all very well, but what about Mr. Flandrau? He can"t stay in Saguache with that man threatening to kill him on sight."
"Don"t worry about me, Miss Kate;" and Curly looked at her and blushed.
Her father smiled grimly. "No, I wouldn"t, Kate. He isn"t going to be troubled by that wolf just now."
"Doesn"t stand to reason he"d spoil all his plans just to b.u.mp me off."
"But he might. He forgot all about his plans this morning. How do we know he mightn"t a second time?"
"Don"t you worry, honey. I"ve got a card up my sleeve," Luck promised.
CHAPTER X
"STICK TO YOUR SADDLE"
The old Arizona fashion of settling a difference of opinion with the six-gun had long fallen into disuse, but Saguache was still close enough to the stark primeval emotions to wait with a keen interest for the crack of the revolver that would put a period to the quarrel between Soapy Stone and young Flandrau. It was known that Curly had refused to leave town, just as it was known that Stone and that other prison bird Blackwell were hanging about the Last Chance and Chalkeye"s Place drinking together morosely. It was observed too that whenever Curly appeared in public he was attended by friends. Sometimes it would be Maloney and Davis, sometimes his uncle Alec Flandrau, occasionally a couple of the Map of Texas vaqueros.
It chanced that "Old Man" Flandrau, drifting into Chalkeye"s Place, found in the a.s.sembled group the man he sought. Billie Mackenzie, grizzled owner of the Fiddleback ranch, was with him, and it was in the preliminary pause before drinking that Alec made his official announcement.
"No, Mac, I ain"t worrying about that any. Curly is going to get a square deal. We"re all agreed on that. If there"s any shooting from cover there"ll be a lynching _p.r.o.nto_. That goes."
Flandrau, Senior, did not glance at the sullen face of Lute Blackwell hovering in the background but he knew perfectly well that inside of an hour word would reach Soapy Stone that only an even break with Curly would be allowed.
The day pa.s.sed without a meeting between the two. Curly grew nervous at the delay.
"I"m as restless as a toad on a hot skillet," he confessed to Davis. "This thing of never knowing what minute Soapy will send me his leaden compliments ain"t any picnic. Wisht it was over."
"He"s drinking himself blind. Every hour is to the good for you."
Curly shrugged. "Drunk or sober Soapy always shoots straight."
Another day pa.s.sed. The festivities had begun and Curly had to be much in evidence before the public. His friends had attempted to dissuade him from riding in the bucking broncho contest, but he had refused to let his name be scratched from the list of contestants.
A thousand pair of eyes in the grandstand watched the boy as he lounged against the corral fence laughing and talking with his friends. A dozen people were on the lookout for the approach of Stone. Fifty others had warned the young man to be careful. For Saguache was with him almost to a man.
d.i.c.k Maloney heard his voice called as he was pa.s.sing the grandstand, A minute later he was in the Cullison box shaking hands with Kate.
"Is--is there anything new?" she asked in a low voice.
Her friend shook his head. "No. Soapy may drift out here any minute now."
"Will he----?" Her eyes finished the question.
He shook his head. "Don"t know. That"s the mischief of it. If they should meet just after Curly finishes riding the boy won"t have a chance. His nerves won"t be steady enough."
"Dad is doing something. I don"t know what it is. He had a meeting with a lot of cattlemen about it---- I don"t see how that boy _can_ sit there on the fence laughing when any minute----"
"Curly"s game as they make "em. He"s a prince, too. I like that boy better every day."
"He doesn"t seem to me so----wild. But they say he"s awfully reckless."
She said it with a visible reluctance, as if she wanted him to deny the charge.
"Sho! Curly needs explaining some. That"s all. Give a dog a bad name and hang him. That saying is as straight as the trail of a thirsty cow. The kid got off wrong foot first, and before he"d hardly took to shaving respectable folks were hunting the dictionary to find bad names to throw at him. He was a reprobate and no account. Citizens that differed on everything else was unanimous about that. Mothers kinder herded their young folks in a corral when he slung his smile their way."
"But why?" she persisted. "What had he done?"
"Gambled his wages, and drank some, and, beat up Pete Schiff, and shot the lights out of the Legal Tender saloon. That"s about all at first."
"Wasn"t it enough?"
"Most folks thought so. So when Curly b.u.mped into them keep-off-the-gra.s.s signs parents put up for him he had to prove they were justified. That"s the way a kid acts. Half the bad men are only coltish cowpunchers gone wrong through rotten whiskey and luck breaking bad for them."