""Nough said," cut in Wadley. "You"ve got yore answer, "Mona, an" he"s got his."
Jack stiffened in the saddle. His hard eyes bored straight into those of his sweetheart. "Have I?" he asked of her.
The girl nodded and turned her head away with a weak, little gesture of despair. Her heart was bleeding woe.
The Ranger wheeled on his horse and galloped back to his place beside Dinsmore.
CHAPTER XLIII
TEX RESIGNS
Jack Roberts, spurs jingling, walked into the office of his chief.
Ellison looked up, leaned back in his chair, and tugged at his goatee.
"Well, Tex, you sure were thorough. Four men in the Dinsmore outfit, an"
inside o" two days three of "em dead an" the fourth a prisoner. You hit quite a gait, son."
"I"ve come to resign," announced the younger man.
"Well, I kinda thought you"d be resignin" about now," said the Captain with a smile. "Weddin" bells liable to ring right soon, I reckon."
"Not mine," replied Roberts.
Somehow, in the way he said it, the older man knew that the subject had been closed.
"Goin" to take that job Clint offered you?"
"No." Jack snapped out the negative curtly, explosively.
Another topic closed.
"Just quittin". No reasons to offer, son?"
"Reasons a-plenty. I"ve had man-huntin" enough to last me a lifetime.
I"m goin" to try law-breakin" awhile for a change."
"Meanin"?"
"You can guess what I mean, Captain, an" if you"re lucky you"ll guess right. Point is, I"m leavin" the force to-day."
"Kinda sudden, ain"t it, Tex?"
"At six o"clock to-night. Make a note of the time, Captain. After that I"m playin" my own hand. Understand?"
"I understand you"re sore as a thumb with a bone felon. Take yore time, son. Don"t go off half-c.o.c.ked." The little Captain rose and put his hand on the shoulder of the boy. "I reckon things have got in a sort of kink for you. Give "em time to unravel, Tex."
The eyes of the Ranger softened. "I"ve got nothin" against you, Captain.
You"re all there. We won"t go into any whyfors, but just let it go as it stands. I want to quit my job--right away. This round-up of the Dinsmores about cleans the Panhandle anyhow."
"You"re the doctor, Tex. But why not take yore time? It costs nothin"
Tex to wait a day or two an" look around you first."
"I"ve got business--to-night. I"d rather quit when I said."
"What business?" asked Ellison bluntly. "You mentioned law-breakin".
Aimin" to shoot up the town, are you?"
"At six to-night, Captain, my resignation takes effect."
The little man shrugged. "I hear you, Jack. You go off the pay-roll at six. I can feel it in my bones that you"re goin" to pull off some fool business. Don"t run on the rope too far, Jack. Everybody that breaks the law looks alike to my boys, son."
"I"ll remember."
"Good luck to you." Ellison offered his hand.
Roberts wrung it. "Same to you, Cap. So long."
The young man walked downtown, ate his dinner at the hotel, and from there strolled down to the largest general store in town. Here he bought supplies enough to last for a week--flour, bacon, salt, sugar, tobacco, and sh.e.l.ls for rifle and revolvers. These he carried to his room, where he lay down on the bed and read a month-old Trinidad paper.
Presently the paper sagged. He began to nod, fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again it was late in the afternoon. His watch told him that it was just six o"clock.
He got up, took off the buckskin suit that had served him for a uniform, and donned once more the jeans and chaps he had worn as a line-rider.
"Good-bye, Mr. Ranger," he told himself. "I reckon you can"t have much worse luck as a citizen than as an officer."
He buckled round his waist the belt that held his revolvers, and from the corner of the room where it stood took his rifle. Carrying the supplies he had that afternoon bought, he directed his steps to the Elephant Corral and saddled his horse. With motions of deft economy he packed the provisions for travel, then swung to the saddle and cantered down the street.
At the post-office corner he swung to the left for a block and dismounted in front of a rather large dugout.
A wrinkled little man with a puzzled, lost-puppy look on his face sat on a bench in front mending a set of broken harness.
""Lo, Tex. How they comin"?" he asked.
""Lo, Yorky. Hope I see you well," drawled the horseman, a whimsical twitch of humor at the corner of his mouth. He was swinging his lariat carelessly as cowboys do.
"Jes" tol"able. I got a misery in my left shoulder I"m a-goin" to try some yerbs I done had recommended." Yorky was the kind of simple soul who always told you just how he was when you asked him.
Roberts pa.s.sed him and led the way into the house. "Come inside, Yorky, I want to talk with you," he said.
The room into which the cowboy had pa.s.sed was a harness shop. It was littered with saddles and bridles and broken bits of traces. A workman"s bench and tools were in one corner of the shop. A door, bolted and padlocked, led to a rear room.
Jack put down his rifle and his belt on a shelf and sat down on the bench.
"Yore prisoner"s in there all right," said the saddler with a jerk of his thumb over his left shoulder.