Protest was unavailing.
When the others had hurried away, Pa Briskow said: "I been studyin"
you, Mister Gray, and I got you down as a first-cla.s.s man. When Ma and Allie come over to Dallas to get rigged out, I"d like you to help "em.
They "ain"t never been fu"ther from home than Cisco--that"s thirty mile. I"ll pay you for your time."
Gray"s hearty acceptance of the first and his prompt refusal of the second proposal pleased the speaker.
"Bein" rich is mighty fine, but--" Gus Briskow shook his head doubtfully. "It takes a lot of thinkin", and I ain"t used to thinkin".
Some day, mebbe, I"ll get you to give _me_ a hand in figgerin" out some worries."
"Business worries?"
"No. I got enough of them, an" more comin", but it ain"t that. We"re goin" to have a heap of money, and"--he looked up with straightforward eyes--"we ain"t goin" to lose it, if I have my way. We"ve rubbed along, half starved, all our lives, an" done without things till we"re--Well, look at us! I reckon we"ve made you laugh. Oh, I bet we have! Ma an" me can stand it, but, mister, I don"t want folks to laugh at my children, and there"s other things I don"t want to happen to "em. Buddy"s a wild hoss and he"s got a streak of the Old Nick in him. And Allie ain"t broke no better "n him. I got a feelin" there may be trouble ahead, an"--sometimes I "most wish we"d never had no oil in Texas."
CHAPTER VI
"Well, did you land them hicks?" It was Gray"s driver speaking. Through the gloom of early evening he was guiding his car back toward Ranger.
The road was the same they had come, but darkness had invested it with unfamiliar perils, or so it seemed, for the headlights threw every rock and ridge into bold relief and left the holes filled with mysterious shadows; the vehicle strained, its motor raced, its gears clashed noisily as it rocked along like a dory in a boisterous tide rip. Only now and then did a few rods of smooth going permit the chauffeur to take his attention from the streak of illumination ahead long enough to light another cigarette, a swift maneuver, the dexterity of which bespoke long practice.
"Yes. And I made a good sale," the pa.s.senger declared. With pride he announced the size of the Briskow check.
"J"ever see a dame the size of that gal?" A short laugh issued from the driver. "She"d clean up in vaudeville, wouldn"t she? Why, she could lift a ton, in harness. And hoein" the garden, with their coin! It"s like a woman I heard of: they got a big well on their farm and she came to town to do some shoppin"; somebody told her she"d ought to buy a present for her old man, so she got him a new handle for the ax.
_Gawd!_"
A few miles farther on the fellow confessed: "I wasn"t crazy about comin" for you to-night. Not after I got a flash at what"s in that valise."
"No?"
"You"re takin" a chance, stranger."
"Nothing new about that." Gray remained unperturbed. His left arm was behind the driver; with it he clung rigidly to the back of the seat as the car plunged and rolled. "Frequently we are in danger when we least suspect it. Now you, for instance."
"Me?" The man at the wheel shot a quick glance at his fare.
"You probably take more chances than you dream of."
"How so?"
"Um-m! These roads are a menace to life and limb; the country is infested with robbers--"
"Oh, sure! That"s what I had in mind. Joy-ridin" at night with a hatful of diamonds is my idea of a sucker"s amus.e.m.e.nt. Of course, we won"t "get it"--"
"Of course! One never does."
"Sure! But if we should, there"s just one thing to do."
"Indeed?" Gray was pleasantly inquisitive, but it was plain that he suffered no apprehensions. "And that is--?"
"Sit tight and take your medicine."
"I never take medicine."
The chauffeur shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I do, when it"s put down my throat. I _been_ stuck up."
"Really!"
"Twice. Tame as a house cat, me--both times. I s"pose I"ll get nicked again sometime."
"And you won"t offer any resistance?"
"Not a one, cull."
"I"m relieved to be a.s.sured of that."
For a second time the driver flashed a glance at his companion. It was a peculiar remark and voiced in a queer tone. "Yes? Why?"
"Because--" Gray slightly shifted his position, there was a movement of his right hand--the one farthest away from the man at the wheel--and simultaneously his left arm slipped from the back of the seat and tightly encircled the latter"s waist. He finished in a wholly unfamiliar voice, "Because, my good man, you are now held up for the third time, and it would distress me to have to kill you."
The driver uttered a loud grunt, for something sharp and hard had been thrust deeply into that soft, sensitive region overlying his liver, and now it was held there. It was unnecessary for Gray to order the car stopped; its brakes squealed, it ceased its progress as abruptly as if its front wheels had fetched up against a stone wall.
"Hey! What the--?"
"Don"t try to "heel" me with your elbow," Gray warned, sharply. "Now, up with "em--you know. That"s nice."
The faces of the men were close together. Gray"s was blazing, the driver"s was stiff with amazement and stamped with an incredulous grimace. Paralyzed for the moment with astonishment, he made no resistance, not even when he felt that long muscular left arm relax and the hand at the end of it go searching over his pockets.
Gray was grim, mocking; some vibrant, evil quality to his voice suggested extreme malignity at full c.o.c.k, like that unseen weapon the muzzle of which was buried beneath the driver"s short ribs. "Ah! You go armed, I see. A shoulder holster, as I suspected. I knew you had nothing on this side." Seizing his victim"s upstretched right hand with his own left, he gave it a sudden fierce wrench that all but snapped the wrist, and at the same instant he reached across and s.n.a.t.c.hed the concealed weapon from its resting place. He flung the chauffeur"s body away from him; there was a sharp click as he swiftly jammed the barrel of the automatic back and let it fly into place.
The entire maneuver had been deftly executed, even yet the object of the a.s.sault was speechless.
"Now then"--the pa.s.senger faced about in his seat and showed his teeth in a smile--"it is customary to permit the condemned to enjoy the last word. What have you to say for yourself?"
"I--got this to say. It"s a h.e.l.l of a joke--" the man exploded.
"Do I act as if I were joking?"
"If you think it"s funny to jab a gun in a man"s belly when he ain"t lookin"--"
"A gun? My simple friend, you have--or had--the only gun in this party, and you may thank whatever G.o.ds you worship that you didn"t try to use it, for--I would have been rough with you. Oh, very rough! I might even have made you eat it. Now, inasmuch as you may be tempted to embellish this story with some highly imaginary details, I prefer that you know the truth. This is the "gun" I used to stick you up." With a rigidly outthrust thumb Gray prodded the driver in the side. "Simple, isn"t it?
And no chance for accidents." The speaker"s shoulders were shaking.
"Well, I"ll be d.a.m.ned!"
"Not a doubt of it!" chuckled the other. "Especially if you follow in the course you have chosen. And a similar fate will overtake your pal, Mallow. By the way, is that his right name?... Never mind, I know him as Mallow. A shallow, trusting man, and, I hope, a better judge of diamonds than of character. As for me, I look deeper than the surface and am seldom deceived in people--witness your case, for example. I knew you at once for a crook. It might save you several miles of bad walking to tell me where Mallow is waiting to high-jack me.... No?"
"I dunno what you"re ravin" about," growled the unhappy owner of the automobile. "But, believe me, I"ll have you pinched for this."