"There are no cattle thieves here," retorted Laramie undisturbed.
"You"re wasting the time you"ll need on your job. Move on!"
Even Van Horn was taken aback by the rude command; he pulled his horse around: "Look here, Jim; let me talk to you a minute alone."
Laramie, guiding his horse with his heels, followed Van Horn twenty feet away and listened: "Jim, I"m leading this bunch, and whatever troubles you"ve had with Barb and his friends, now"s the time to fix "em up. They"ll give you the best of it. If you"ve got any line on where Hawk is, say so and it puts you with us; say nothing, and you"re against us."
Laramie eyed him without a quiver: "I"m against you, Harry."
Van Horn did not give up. He talked again, and talked hard. It was useless. Doubleday rode over to where Van Horn held Laramie in deadly earnest conference. Van Horn, ready to quit, gladly let the older man take over the case. But Doubleday made no better success. Laramie could not be moved. If coaxed, he was obstinate; if threatened, impatient--contemptuous. Doubleday, when Laramie coldly refused even to answer his questions concerning Hawk, boiled over.
He moved his horse a step and opened his vials of wrath: "Laramie, you"ve turned down the last chance decent folks on the range"ll ever try to hand you--the last chance you"ll ever see to pull away from these Falling Wall thieves. Now," he exclaimed, raising his right hand and arm with a bitter imprecation, "we"ll show you who"s going to run the Sleepy Cat range. I"ll drive you out of this country if it takes every cowboy I can hire and every dollar I"ve got. This country won"t hold you and me after today. D"ye hear?" he shouted, almost bending with his huge frame over Laramie and beside himself with rage. Then spurring his horse, he wheeled it around to rejoin Van Horn.
Even then Laramie was too quick for him. Almost in the very instant, he jumped his own pony after the angry man and gaining the head of Doubleday"s horse, caught the bridle and jerked the beast almost to its haunches.
It was a ticklish instant. Van Horn, with his hand on his revolver, attempted to spur to Doubleday"s a.s.sistance. Lefever interposed with a sharp move that put him plumply in front of Van Horn: "Not till them two are through, Harry. We stay right here till them two"s done."
The very impudence of Laramie"s move had taken Doubleday by surprise and Laramie was hurling angry words at him before Lefever had intervened: "Hold on, Doubleday," Laramie said bluntly, "you can"t put your abuse all over me first and then run away with it. You"ll hear what I"ve got to say. I rode this range before you ever saw it; I"ll ride this range when you"re gone. I was born here, Doubleday; my father lived here before me. The air I breathe, this sky over my head, this ground under my feet, are mine, and I stick here in spite of you and your cattle crooks. If men run off your cattle it"s your sheriff"s business--you own him. And it"s your business to run "em down--not mine. You come here without a warrant, without a definite complaint, and ask me to turn an old man over to a bunch of lynchers! Not on your life. Not today or any other day."
Doubleday interrupted, but he was forced to listen: "You talk about thieves," Laramie spoke fast and remorselessly, "and you belong to the bunch that"s tried to steal every foot of land I own in the Falling Wall. After you and your lawyers and land office tools have stolen thousands of acres from the government, you talk as if you were an angel out of heaven about the men that brand your mavericks. h.e.l.l!"
The scorn of the expletive drew from the very depths of furious contempt. "I"d rather stand by a thief that calls himself a thief, than a thief that steals under a lawyer. Send your hired men after me; give "em plenty of ammunition. They"ll find me right here, Barb--right here where I live."
CHAPTER XX
THE DOCTOR"S OFFICE
When Sawdy rode into Sleepy Cat next morning it was known that he had come from the Reservation and he was besieged for news from the Falling Wall. At Kitchen"s, where he put up his horse; on his way up street to his room over McAlpin"s pool hall, he was a.s.sailed with questions.
Pretty accurate reports of the two exciting days in the North country had already trickled into Sleepy Cat. To these, Sawdy listened with stolid attention but he managed to add to them very little. He possessed to a degree the faculty of talking freely, sententiously even, without contributing anything strictly pertinent to a subject.
What he conveyed, when he meant to withhold information, was really no more than an air of reserve in which wisdom seemed discreetly restrained. On this present occasion he realized it would be known that he had encountered the raiders the day before at Laramie"s--but while admitting this profusely, he minimized all else.
Not until he had bathed, slept, shaved and set himself down near nightfall at Belle Shockley"s did he tell any considerable part of his story. But all that prudence would permit he told, or rather, Belle demanded and received at his hands. Where the heart is involved the strongest men are helpless.
"I ran into the bunch on my way down, right at Laramie"s cabin," Sawdy said to Belle. "Laramie and Doubleday were having the hottest kind of a row when I rode up. I made sure we"d be shooting in the next couple of minutes. But John Lefever was watching pretty close and holding Van Horn. Barb cooled down when he saw three of us on deck. I told him on the side, the Governor had telephoned Pearson and the Colonel was going to send cavalry down after them and they"d better scatter. It was a bluff, but for a few minutes I had him and Van Horn guessing. They said they"d go home when they got Hawk. Lefever is staying up there for a day or two."
"What did they do after that?" demanded Belle, referring to the men whose names were on everybody"s tongues.
"Beat the bushes from Laramie"s to the Reservation," answered Sawdy.
"Didn"t leave a square yard of country unturned from the Falling Wall to the Crazy Woman."
"Will they ever find Hawk?"
"Did you ever find a needle in a haystack?"
"I never looked for one."
"Them fellows are looking for the stack. They can"t locate the hay.
Slip me that Worcestershire sauce, Belle. Yours truly. No more potatoes. This is a good piece of ham, Belle. I wish to G.o.d you"d serve a gla.s.s of beer with a man"s supper."
"You can get all the supper and all the beer you want at the hotel,"
flared Belle. "This is no blind pig----"
"It"s the only place in Main Street, then, that ain"t."
"And it never will be," averred Belle, indignantly.
"Come up to the hotel with me right now," returned Sawdy coldly, "and I"ll buy you a bottle of beer. Bet you ten dollars you da"ssent do it--who the devil--" Sawdy almost choked as the two heard a knock at the door--"who the devil is that?" he repeated. The door opened and Jim Laramie walked in.
He sent his hat sailing toward a side table, stepped forward and, catching at a chair on the way, greeted Belle and her guest and sat down before a plate cover opposite Sawdy. He pointed to what remained of Sawdy"s supper and, with knife and fork, started in: "There"s enough for me right here, Belle," he said.
Sawdy raised his chin: "Not this time, Jim. Not on your life. That"s the way you always eat my supper."
"You eat too much, Henry--it will kill you some time," observed Laramie, losing no time in his initiative. He ignored Sawdy"s stare and the big man, disgusted, sat dumb: "Don"t surrender, Sawdy,"
counseled Laramie. "Keep going, and excuse me if I seem to begin."
Sawdy paused, his knife and fork firmly in hand, but pointing helplessly into the air: "This is the first square meal I"ve had for two days," he said, as one whose hopes have been dashed.
"First I"ve had for ten days," returned Laramie.
"What are they doing up there, Jim?" asked Sawdy peremptorily.
"Killing their horses."
"They won"t find him," Sawdy predicted in words inaudible six feet away.
"I hope not."
"How"s he holding out?"
"Hard hit, Henry."
"Will he make it?"
"You can"t kill a cat."
"Well"--Sawdy resumed his supper, "it"s your game, Jim, not mine; but I"d think twice before I"d get that range bunch after me on any man"s account."
Laramie"s eyes flashed, but he spoke quietly: "I couldn"t see Abe killed like a rattlesnake."
"What are you down for?"
"I"ve got to have a couple of needles, a little catgut and some gauze."
"Where are you going to get them?"
"Going to steal them over at Doc. Carpy"s."