"Now, if you"d only left a note to say so, it would have saved me a quite considerable climb," he suggested.
In spite of herself a flicker of amus.e.m.e.nt lit her eyes. She had a sense of humor, "I did not think of that, and since you have troubled to return it to me, I can only say thank you."
She held out her hand for the kerchief, but he did not move. "I don"t know but what I"ll keep it, after all, for a souvenir. Just to remind me that Luck Cullison"s daughter went out of her way to help one of Ca.s.s Fendrick"s sheep."
She ignored his sardonic mockery. "I don"t let live creatures suffer when I can help it. Are you going to give me my handkerchief?"
"Haven"t made up my mind yet. Perhaps I"ll have it washed and bring it home to you."
She decided that he was trying to flirt with her, and turned the head of her horse to start.
"Now your father has pulled his freight, I expect it will be safe to call," he added.
The bridle rein tightened. "What nonsense are you saying about my father?"
"No news, Miss Cullison; just what everybody is saying, that he has gone to cover on account of the hold-up."
A chill fear drenched her heart. "Do you mean the hold-up of the Limited at Tin Cup?"
"No, I don"t." He looked at her sharply. "Mean to say you haven"t heard of the hold-up of the W.& S. Express Company at Saguache?"
"No. When was it?"
"Tuesday night. The man got away with twenty thousand dollars."
"And what has my father to do with that?" she demanded haughtily.
A satisfied spleen purred in his voice. "My dear young lady, that is what everyone is asking."
"What do you mean? Say it." There was fear as well as anger in her voice.
Had her father somehow got into trouble trying to save Sam?
"Oh, I"m saying nothing. But what Sheriff Bolt means is that when he gets his handcuffs on Luck Cullison, he"ll have the man that can tell him where that twenty thousand is."
"It"s a lie."
He waved his hand airily, as one who declined responsibility in the matter, but his dark, saturnine face sparkled with malice.
"Maybe so. Seems to be some evidence, but I reckon he can explain that away--when he comes back. The hold-up dropped a hat with the initials L. C. in the band, since identified as his. He had lost a lot of money at poker. Next day he paid it. He had no money in the bank, but maybe he found it growing on a cactus bush."
"You liar!" she panted, eyes blazing.
"I"ll take that from you, my dear, because you look so blamed pretty when you"re mad; but I wouldn"t take it from him--from your father, who is hiding out in the hills somewhere."
Anger uncurbed welled from her in an inarticulate cry. He had come close to her, and was standing beside the stirrup, one bold hand upon the rein.
Her quirt went swiftly up and down, cut like a thin bar of red-hot iron across his uplifted face. He stumbled back, half blind with the pain.
Before he could realize what had happened the spur on her little boot touched the side of the pony, and it was off with a bound. She was galloping wildly down the trail toward home.
He looked after her, fingers caressing the welt that burned his cheek.
"You"ll pay for that, Kate Cullison," he said aloud to himself.
Anger stung him, but deeper than his rage was a growing admiration. How she had lashed out at him because he had taunted her of her father. By Jove, a girl like that would be worth taming! His cold eyes glittered as he put the bloodstained kerchief in his pocket. She was not through with him yet--not by a good deal.
CHAPTER V
"AIN"T SHE THE GAMEST LITTLE THOROUGHBRED?"
Kate galloped into the ranch plaza around which the buildings were set, slipped from her pony, and ran at once to the telephone. Bob was on a side porch mending a bridle.
"Have you heard anything from dad?" she cried through the open door.
"Nope," he answered, hammering down a rivet.
Kate called up the hotel where Maloney was staying at Saguache, but could not get him. She tried the Del Mar, where her father and his friends always put up when in town. She asked in turn for Mackenzie, for Yesler, for Alec Flandrau.
While she waited for an answer, the girl moved nervously about the room.
She could not sit down or settle herself at anything. For some instinct told her that Fendrick"s taunt was not a lie cut out of whole cloth.
The bell rang. Instantly she was at the telephone. Mackenzie was at the other end of the line.
"Oh, Uncle Mac." She had called him uncle ever since she could remember.
"What is it they are saying about dad? Tell me it isn"t true," she begged.
"A pack of lees, la.s.sie." His Scotch idiom and accent had succ.u.mbed to thirty years on the plains, but when he became excited it rose triumphant through the acquired speech of the Southwest.
"Then is he there--in Saguache, I mean."
"No-o. He"s not in town."
"Where is he?"
"Hoots! He"ll just have gone somewhere on business."
He did not bluff well. Through the hearty a.s.surance she pierced to the note of trouble in his voice.
"You"re hiding something from me, Uncle Mac. I won"t have it. You tell me the truth--the whole truth."
In three sentences he sketched it for her, and when he had finished he knew by the sound of her voice that she was greatly frightened.
"Something has happened to him. I"m coming to town."
"If you feel you"d rather. Take the stage in to-morrow."
"No. I"m coming to-night. I"ll bring Bob. Save us two rooms at the hotel."