"I ordered new tires a month ago," said Terry by way of explanation, as she and Steve in the road together set about remedying the trouble.
While he was getting the inner-tube out, squatting in front of her car so as to work in the glow from her headlights, she was rummaging through her repair kit.
"These rocky roads, you know, and the way I drive."
He laughed. "The way she drove!" That meant, "Like the devil!" as he would put it. Over rocky roads, racing right up to a turn, jamming on her brakes when she must slow down a little; swinging about a sharp bend so that her car slid and her tires dragged; in short getting all of the speed out of her motor that she could possibly extract from it, regardless and coolly contemptuous of skuffed tires and other trifles.
Finding the cut in the inner-tube was simple enough; the moonlight alone would have shown it. He held it up for her to look at and she shook her head and sighed. But making the patch so that it would hold was another matter; and pumping up the tire when the job was done was still another, and required time and ate up all of Terry"s rather inconsiderable amount of patience.
"A little more luck like this," she cried as once more they took to the road, "and Blenham will put one over on us yet!"
It was borne in upon Steve that Terry"s fears might prove to be only too well founded. The time she had taken to drive to him at his ranch, the time lost in returning to her home and in changing tires and mending a puncture, had been put to better use by Blenham. True, he was on horseback while they motored. And yet, for a score or so of miles, a determined, brutally merciless man upon a horse may render an account of himself.
But while they both speculated they sped on. They came to the spot where the "old road" turned into the new; Blenham and Temple were to be seen nowhere though here the country was flat and but spa.r.s.ely timbered, and the moon p.r.i.c.ked out all objects distinctly.
And so on and on, beginning to wonder at last, asking themselves if Blenham and Temple had drawn out of the road somewhere, hiding in the shadows, to let them go by? But finally only when they were climbing the last winding grade with Red Creek but a couple of miles away, they saw the two hors.e.m.e.n.
Terry"s car swung about a curve in the road her headlights for a brief instant aiding the moon in garishly illuminating a scene to be remembered. Blenham had turned in his saddle, startled perhaps by the sound of the oncoming car or by the gleam of the headlights; his uplifted quirt fell heavily upon the sides of his running horse; rose and fell again upon the rump of Temple"s mount, and the two men, their horses leaping under them, were gone over the ridge and down upon the far side.
In a few moments, from the crest of the ridge, they made out the two running forms on the road below. Blenham was still frantically beating his horse and Temple"s. Terry"s horn blared; her car leaped; and Blenham, cursing loudly, jerked his horse back on its haunches and well out of the road. With wheels locked, Terry slid to a standstill.
"Pile in, dad," she said coolly, ignoring Blenham. "Steve Packard and I will take you into Red Creek. Packard is ready to make you a better proposition than Blenham"s. Turn your horse loose; he"ll go home, and pile in with us."
"He"ll do nothing of the kind!" shouted Blenham, his voice husky with his fury. "Just you try that on Temple, an"-- He"ll do nothing of the kind," he concluded heavily, his mien eloquent of threat.
"We know you think you"ve got some kind of a strangle-hold on him, Blenham," cut in Terry crisply. "But even if you have, dad is a white man and--dad! What is the matter?"
Temple slipped from his saddle and stood shaking visibly, his face dead white, his eyes staring. Even in the moonlight they could all see the big drops of sweat on his forehead, glistening as they trickled down.
He put out his hand to support himself by gripping at his saddle, missed blindly, staggered, and began slowly collapsing where he stood as though his bones were little by little melting within him. Blenham laughed harshly.
"Drunker"n a boiled owl," he grunted. "But jus" the same sober enough to know----"
"Dad!" cried Terry a second time, out in the road beside him now, her arms belting his slacking body. "It isn"t just that. You----"
"Sick," moaned Temple weakly. "G.o.d knows--he"s been hounding me to death--I don"t know--I wanted to stop, to rest back there but--I"m afraid that----"
He broke off panting. Steve jumped out and slipped his own arms about the wilting form.
"Let me get him into the car," he said gently. And when he had lifted Temple and placed him in the seat he added quietly: "You"d better hurry on I think. Get a doctor for him. I"ll follow on his horse."
Terry flashed him a look of grat.i.tude, took her place at the wheel and started down grade. Her father at her side continued to settle in his place as long as Steve kept him in sight.
"Well?" growled Blenham, his voice ugly and baffled and throaty with his rage. "You b.u.t.t in again, do you?"
Steve swung up into the saddle just now vacated by Temple.
"Yes," he retorted coolly. "And I"m in to stay, too, if you want to know, Blenham. To the finish."
With only the width of a narrow road between them they stared at each other. Then Blenham jeered:
"Oho! It"s the skirt, huh? Stuck on her yourself, are you?"
Steve frowned, but met his piercing look with level contempt.
"Your language is inelegant, friend Blenham," he said slowly. "Like yourself it is better withdrawn from public notice. As to your meaning--why, by thunder, I half believe you are right! And I hadn"t thought of it!"
Blenham caught In one of his rare bursts of heady rage shook his fist high above his head and cried out savagely:
"I"ll beat you yet, the both of you! See if I don"t. Yes you an" your crowd an" him an" her an"----"
"Don"t take on too many all at once," suggested Steve.
Only the tail of his eye was on Blenham; he was looking wonderingly and a bit wistfully down the moonlit, empty road.
"I got him where I want him right now," snarled Blenham. "An"
her--I"ll have her, too, where I want her! An", inside less time than you"d think I"ll have----"
But he clamped his big mouth tight shut, glared at Steve a moment and then, striking with spur and quirt together, so that his frightened horse leaped out frantically, he was gone down the road after Temple and Terry.
As Steve followed a smile was in his eyes, a smile slowly parting his lips.
"The scoundrel was right!" he mused. "And I hadn"t even thought of it.
Now how the devil do you suppose he knew?"
And then, before he had gone a dozen yards a curious, puzzled, uncertain look come into his face.
"If he knows," was his perplexity, "Does she?"
CHAPTER XIX
TERRY CONFRONTS h.e.l.l-FIRE PACKARD
"Father"s got it in his head he is going to die!" cried Terry. "He sha"n"t. I won"t let him!"
Steve Packard, riding into Red Creek, met Terry coming out. She was just starting, her car gathering speed; seeing him she drew down abruptly.
"I left him at the store," she added breathlessly. "He is sick. They are friends there; they"ll take care of him. He knows you are coming; he has promised to do business with you and shut Blenham out of the running. You are to hurry before Blenham gets there--he"s across the street at the saloon already. After his money, I guess; next thing, unless you block his play, he"ll be standing over poor old dad"s bed, bullyragging him. Come alive, Steve Packard, and beat him to it."
And with the last words she had started her car, after Terry"s way of starting anything, with a leap. Steve reined in after her, urging his horse to a gallop for the first time, calling out sharply:
"But you--where are you going? Why----"
"After Doctor Bridges," Terry called back. "The fool is over at your old thief of a grandfather"s, playing chess! The telephone won"t----"
He could merely speculate as to just what the telephone would not do.