A barefooted negro boy called in from the gate. "Cap"n Ellison there, sah?"
He brought a note in and handed it to the officer of Rangers. The Captain ripped open the envelope and handed the sheet inside to Ramona.
"Run along in an" read it for me, honey. It"s too dark to see here."
The girl ran into the house and lit a lamp. The color washed out of her face as she read the note.
Come up to the hotel and arrest me, Captain. I held up Yorky, took his keys, and freed Dinsmore.
JACK ROBERTS
Then, in jubilant waves, the blood beat back into her arteries. That was why he had resigned, to pay the debt he owed Homer Dinsmore on her account. He had put himself within reach of the law for her sake. Her heart went out to him in a rush. She must see him. She must see him at once.
From the parlor she called to Captain Ellison. "You"d better come in and read the note yourself, Uncle Jim. It"s important."
It was so important to her that before the Captain of Rangers was inside the house, she was out the back door running toward the hotel as fast as her lithe limbs could carry her. She wanted to see Jack before his chief did, to ask his forgiveness for having failed him at the first call that came upon her faith.
She caught up with the colored boy as he went whistling up the road. The little fellow took a message for her into the hotel while she waited in the darkness beside the post-office. To her there presently came Roberts. He hesitated a moment in front of the store and peered into the shadows. She had not sent her name, and it was possible that enemies had decoyed him there.
"Jack," she called in a voice that was almost a whisper.
In half a dozen long strides he was beside her. She wasted no time in preliminaries.
"We were wrong, Dad and I. I told Uncle Jim to tell you to come to me ... and then your note to him came. Jack, do you ... still like me?"
He answered her as lovers have from the beginning of time--with kisses, with little joyous exclamations, with eyes that told more than words. He took her into his arms hungrily in an embrace of fire and pa.s.sion. She wept happily, and he wiped away her tears.
They forgot time in eternity, till Ellison brought them back to earth.
He was returning from the hotel with Wadley, and as he pa.s.sed they heard him sputtering.
"Why did he send for me, then, if he meant to light out? What in Sam Hill--?"
Jack discovered himself to the Captain, and incidentally his sweetheart.
"Well, I"ll be doggoned!" exclaimed Ellison. "You youngsters sure beat my time. How did you get here, "Mona?"
Clint made prompt apologies. "I was wrong, boy. I"d ought to know it by this time, for they"ve all been dinnin" it at me. Shake, an" let"s make a new start."
In words it was not much, but Jack knew by the way he said it that the cattleman meant a good deal more than he said. He shook hands gladly.
"Looks to me like Jack would make that new start in jail," snapped the Captain. "I don"t expect he can go around jail-breaking with my prisoners an" get away with it."
"I"ll go to jail with him, then," cried "Mona quickly.
"H"mp!" The Ranger Captain softened. "It wouldn"t be a prison if you were there, honey."
Jack slipped his hand over hers in the semi-darkness. "You"re whistlin", Captain."
"I reckon you "n" me will take a trip down to Austin to see the Governor, Jim," Wadley said. "Don"t you worry any about that prison, "Mona."
The girl looked up into the eyes of her lover. "We"re not worrying any, Dad," she answered, smiling.
CHAPTER XLVI
LOOSE THREADS
The Governor had been himself a cattleman. Before that he had known Ellison and Wadley during the war. Therefore he lent a friendly ear to the tale told him by his old-time friends.
Clint did most of the talking, one leg thrown across the arm of a leather-bound chair in the library of the Governor"s house. The three men were smoking. A mint julep was in front of each.
The story of Jack Roberts lost nothing in the telling. Both of the Panhandle men were now partisans of his, and when the owner of the A T O missed a point the hawk-eyed little Captain was there to stress it.
"That"s all right, boys," the Governor at last broke in. "I don"t doubt he"s all you say he is, but I don"t see that I can do anything for him.
If he"s in trouble because he deliberately helped a murderer to escape--"
"You don"t need to do a thing, Bob," interrupted Wadley. "That"s just the point. He"s in no trouble unless you make it for him. All you"ve got to do is shut yore eyes. I spent three hours with a pick makin" a hole in the jail wall so as it would look like the prisoner escaped. I did a real thorough job. Yorky, the jailer, won"t talk. We got that all fixed. There"ll be no trouble a-tall unless you want the case against Jack pushed."
"What was the use of comin" to me at all, then? Why didn"t you boys keep this under your hats?" the Governor asked.
Wadley grinned. "Because of Jim"s conscience. You see, Bob, he fills his boys up with talk about how the Texas Rangers are the best police force in the world. That morale stuff! Go through an" do yore duty. Play no favorites an" have no friends when you"re on the trail of a criminal.
Well, he cayn"t ignore what young Roberts has done. So he pa.s.ses the buck to you."
The Governor nodded appreciation of Ellison"s difficulty. "All right, Jim. You"ve done your duty in reporting it. Now I"ll forget all about it. You boys go home and marry those young people soon as they"re ready."
The Panhandle cattleman gave a whoop. "That"ll be soon as I can draw up partnership papers for me "n" Jack as a weddin" present for him an"
Mona."
They were married at Clarendon. All the important people of the Panhandle attended the wedding, and it was generally agreed that no better-looking couple ever faced the firing line of a marriage ceremony.
There was a difference of opinion as to whether the ex-line-rider deserved his good luck. Jumbo Wilkins was one of those who argued mightily that there was no luck about it.
"That doggoned Tex wore his bronc to a shadow waitin" on Miss "Mona an"
rescuin" her from trouble. She plumb had to marry him to git rid of him," he explained. "I never saw the beat of that boy"s gall. Six months ago he was ridin" the line with me. Now he"s the _segundo_ of the whole outfit an" has married the daughter of the boss to boot."
Jumbo was on hand with a sack of rice and an old shoe when the bride and groom climbed into the buckboard to drive to the ranch. His admiration found vent in one last shout as the horses broke into a run:
"Oh, you Tex! Let "em go, son!"
THE END