"But we"ve just come from Tenison"s," objected Lefever.
"I mean, across the street, up-stairs; or at Jim Kitchen"s barn. If he was hurried to get away," added Scott reflectively, "he would slip up-stairs over there as the nearest place to hide; if he had time he would make for the barn, where it would be easy to cache his rifle."
Lefever took the lapel of the scout"s coat in his hand. "Then you, Bob, go out and see if you can get the whole story. I"ll take the barn. Let Henry go over to Tenison"s and wait at the head of the stairs till we can get back there. It is just around the corner--second floor--a dark hall running back, opposite the double doors that open into an anteroom. Stay there, Henry, till we come. It won"t be long, and if we don"t get track of him you may spot your man yourself."
De Spain found no difficulty in locating the flight of marble stairs that led to the gambling-rooms. It was the only lighted entrance in the side street. No light shone at the head of the stairs, but a doorway on the left opened into a dimly lighted anteroom and this, in turn, through a large arch, opened on a large room brilliantly lighted by chandeliers--one in the centre and one near each corner.
Around three sides of this room were placed the keno layouts, roulette-wheels, faro-tables, and minor gambling devices. Off the casino itself small card-rooms opened.
The big room was well filled for a wet night. The faro-tables were busy, and at the central table at the farther end of the room--the table designated as Tenison"s, because, at the rare intervals in which the proprietor dealt, he presided at this table--a group watched silently a game in progress. De Spain took a place in shadow near one side of the archway facing the street-door and at times looked within for the loosely jointed frame, crooked neck, tousled forehead, and malevolent face of the cattle thief. He could find in the many figures scattered about the room none resembling the one he sought.
A man entering the place spoke to another coming out. De Spain overheard the exchange. "Duke got rid of his steers yet?" asked the first.
"Not yet."
"Slow game."
"The old man sold quite a bunch this time. The way he"s playing now he"ll last twenty-four hours."
De Spain, following the newcomer, strolled into the room and, beginning at one side, proceeded in leisurely fashion from wheel to wheel and table to table inspecting the players. Few looked at him and none paid any attention to his presence. At Tenison"s table he saw in the dealer"s chair the large, white, smooth face, dark eyes, and clerical expression of the proprietor, whose presence meant a real game and explained the interest of the idlers crowded about one player whom de Spain, without getting closer in among the onlookers than he wanted to, could not see.
Tenison, as de Spain approached, happened to look wearily up; his face showed the set lines of a protracted session. He neither spoke nor nodded to the newcomer, but recognized him with a mere glance. Then, though his eyes had rested for only an instant on the new face, he spoke in an impa.s.sive tone across the intervening heads: "What happened to your red tie, Henry?"
De Spain put up his hand to his neck, and looked down at a loose end hanging from his soft cravat. It had been torn by the bullet meant for his head. He tucked the end inside his collar. "A Calabasas man tried to untie it a few minutes ago. He missed the knot."
Tenison did not hear the answer. He had reverted to his case. De Spain moved on and, after making the round of the scattered tables, walked again through the archway into the anteroom, only to meet, as she stood hesitating and apparently about to enter the room, Nan Morgan.
CHAPTER VIII
THE GAMBLING-ROOM
They confronted each other blankly. To Nan"s confusion was added her embarra.s.sment at her personal appearance. Her hat was wet, and the limp shoulders of her khaki jacket and the front of her silk blouse showed the wilting effect of the rain. In one hand she clutched wet riding-gloves. Her cheeks, either from the cold rain or mental stress, fairly burned, and her eyes, which had seemed when he encountered her, fired with some resolve, changed to an expression almost of dismay.
This was hardly for more than an instant. Then her lips tightened, her eyes dropped, and she took a step to one side to avoid de Spain and enter the gambling-room. He stepped in front of her. She looked up, furious. "What do you mean?" she exclaimed with indignation. "Let me pa.s.s."
The sound of her voice restored his self-possession. He made no move to get out of her way, indeed he rather pointedly continued to obstruct her. "You"ve made a mistake, I think," he said evenly.
"I have not," she replied with resentment. "Let me pa.s.s."
"I think you have. You don"t know where you are going," he persisted, his eyes bent uncompromisingly on hers.
She showed increasing irritation at his attempt to exculpate her. "I know perfectly well where I am going," she retorted with heat.
"Then you know," he returned steadily, "that you"ve no business to enter such a place."
His opposition seemed only to anger her. "I know where I have business. I need no admonitions from you as to what places I enter.
You are impertinent, insulting. Let me pa.s.s!"
His stubborn opposition showed no signs of weakening before her resolve. "One question," he said, ignoring her angry words. "Have you ever been in these rooms before?"
He thought she quailed the least bit before his searching look. She even hesitated as to what to say. But if her eyes fell momentarily it was only to collect herself. "Yes," she answered, looking up unflinchingly.
Her resolute eyes supported her defiant word and openly challenged his interference, but he met her once more quietly. "I am sorry to hear it," he rejoined. "But that won"t make any difference. You can"t go in to-night."
"I will go in," she cried.
"No," he returned slowly, "you are not going in--not, at least, while I am here."
They stood immovable. He tried to reason her out of her determination.
She resented every word he offered. "You are most insolent," she exclaimed. "You are interfering in something that is no concern of yours. You have no right to act in this outrageous way. If you don"t stand aside I"ll call for help."
"Nan!" De Spain spoke her name suddenly and threateningly. His words fell fast, and he checked her for an instant with his vehemence. "We met in the Gap a week ago. I said I was telling you the exact truth.
Did I do it?"
"I don"t care what you said or what you did----"
"Answer me," he said sharply, "did I tell you the truth?"
"I don"t know or care----"
"Yes, you do know----"
"What you say or do----"
"I told you the truth then, I am telling it now. I will never see you enter a gambling-room as long as I can prevent it. Call for help if you like."
She looked at him with amazement. She seemed about to speak--to make another protest. Instead, she turned suddenly away, hesitated again, put both her hands to her face, burst into tears, and hurried toward the stairs. De Spain followed her. "Let me take you to where you are going?"
Nan turned on him, her eyes blazing through her tears, with a single, scornful, furious word: "No!" She quickened her step from him in such confusion that she ran into two men just reaching the top of the stairs. They separated with alacrity, and gave her pa.s.sage. One of the men was Lefever, who, despite his size, was extremely nimble in getting out of her urgent way, and quick in lifting his hat. She fairly raced down the flight of steps, leaving Lefever looking after her in astonishment. He turned to de Spain: "Now, who the deuce was that?"
De Spain ignored his question by asking another: "Did you find him?"
Lefever shook his head. "Not a trace; I covered Main Street. I guess Bob was right. n.o.body home here, Henry?"
"n.o.body we want."
"Nothing going on?"
"Not a thing. If you will wait here for Bob, I"ll run over to the office and answer those telegrams."
De Spain started for the stairs. "Henry," called Lefever, as his companion trotted hastily down, "if you catch up to her, kindly apologize for a fat man."
But de Spain was balked of an opportunity to follow Nan. In the street he ran into Scott. "Did you get the story?" demanded de Spain.
"Part of it."
"Was it Sa.s.soon?"