The riders, Marvin, the 88 range boss, and Rudd, a puncher, pa.s.sed within forty feet of the mule corral. The cow and the calf walked heavily, as if they had been driven a long distance, and Loudon perceived that they had been newly branded 8x8. The brand was not one that he recognized.
"Crossed Dumbbell or Eight times Eight." he grinned. "Take yore choice. I wonder if that brand"s the proof Blakely was talkin" about.
Marvin an" Rudd sh.o.r.e do look serious."
He cautiously edged round the corral and halted behind the corner of the bunkhouse. Marvin and Rudd were holding the cow and calf near the ranch house door. The two men lounged in their saddles. Marvin rolled a cigarette. Then in the doorway appeared Mr. Saltoun.
"Howdy, Mr. Saltoun," said Marvin. "Sam got in yet?"
"He"s in there," replied Mr. Saltoun, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "He"s shot."
"Who done it?"
"Tom Loudon,"
"Where is he?"
"Throw up yore hands!" rapped out the gentleman in question.
Loudon had approached un.o.bserved and was standing some twenty feet in the rear of Marvin and Rudd. At Loudon"s sharp command Rudd"s hands shot skyward instantly.
"I"m waitin"," cautioned Loudon.
Marvin"s fingers slowly uncoiled from the b.u.t.t of his six-shooter and draggingly he followed his comrade"s example.
"Now we can all be happy," remarked Loudon, nodding amiably to the perturbed Mr. Saltoun. "I won"t shoot unless they shove me. They can talk just as comfortable with their hands up, an" it"ll be a lot safer all round. Was the state o" Sam"s health all yuh wanted to know, Marvin? No, don"t either of yuh turn "round. Just keep yore eyes clamped on the windmill. About Sam, now, Marvin. Richie says he"ll pull through. Anythin" else?"
"You bet there is!" exploded the furious range-boss. "You ---- rustler, you branded a cow an" a calf o" ours yest"day!"
"Sh.o.r.e," agreed Loudon, politely, "an" I held up the Farewell stage, stole thirty-eight horses, an" robbed the Marysville bank the day before. Yuh don"t want to forget all them little details, Marvin.
It"s a sh.o.r.e sign yo"re gettin" aged when yuh do. Well, well, a cow an" a calf yuh say. Only the two, huh? It don"t look natural somehow.
I never brand less"n twenty-four at a clip."
Over the shoulders of the agitated Mr. Saltoun peered the faces of avidly interested Richie, Chuck Morgan, and Jimmy the cook. None of these three allowed a sign of his true feeling to appear on his face.
The two 88 men were red with shame and anger. Their lips moved with wicked words. Arms stretched heavenward, their gaze religiously fixed on the windmill, they presented a ridiculous appearance, and they knew it. Loudon, the dominant figure in the scene, spread his legs and smiled sardonically.
"Go on, Marvin," he said, after a moment, "yo"re cussin" a lot, but yuh ain"t sayin" nothin". Let"s hear the rest o" that interestin" story o"
the 88 cow an" her little daughter."
"You branded the both of "em," stubbornly reiterated Marvin. "We seen yuh--Sam, Rudd here, an" me, we seen yuh."
"Yuh seen me!" exclaimed Loudon. "Yuh seen me! You was close enough to see me, an" yuh didn"t try to stop me! Well, you sh.o.r.e are the poorest liar in the territory."
"If I had my hands down yuh wouldn"t call me that!"
"If yuh had yore hands down yuh"d be dead. I"m tryin" to save yore life. C"mon, speak the rest o" yore little piece. Yuh got as far as the brandin". When did it all happen?"
"Gents," said Marvin, "this sport is a rustler. There ain"t no two ways about it. Day before yest"day, just before sundown, over near the Sink, the three of us seen Loudon workin" round a hog-tied cow an"
calf. We was three, maybe four miles away. We seen him through field gla.s.ses. We hit the ground for the Sink, but when we got there all we found was the cow an" calf, branded as yuh see "em now. Loudon had sloped."
"Near the Sink," observed Loudon. "In the middle of it?"
"I"ve quit talkin"," replied Marvin.
Richie stepped past Mr. Saltoun and stood in front of Marvin and Rudd.
"You"ve done made a right serious charge agin one o" my men," remarked Richie, addressing Marvin. "If he did brand them cattle, he"ll be stretched. But it ain"t all clear to me yet. This here Crossed Dumbbell brand now--see it on any other cattle besides these two, Marvin?"
"No," said Marvin, shaking his head.
"Well," continued Richie, "why didn"t yuh come here right off instead o" waitin" two days?"
"We was busy."
"Didn"t go back to the 88 ranch house before comin" here, did yuh?"
"No."
"Or stop at any o" yore line-camps?"
"No, we didn"t. We come here soon as we could make it."
"What part o" the Sink was Loudon workin" in?"
"The north side."
"Near the edge, o" course?"
"No, he was nearer the middle."
"Nearer the middle, was he? An" yuh seen him at a distance o" three or four miles. Yuh must have good eyesight, because if you seen Loudon workin" in the middle o" the Sink an" you was standin" where yuh say yuh was, yuh looked through about two miles an" a half o" solid earth.
The middle o" the Sink is two hundred feet below the level o" the surrounding country, an" there ain"t no high land anywhere near it.
Unless yo"re standin" right on the edge yuh can"t see nothin" in the bottom, an" the Sink is only about a mile from rim to rim. I guess now yo"re mistaken, Marvin."
"I ain"t none sh.o.r.e he was plumb in the middle," grudgingly admitted Marvin. "Maybe he was kind o" near the north rim. But what"s the difference?" he added, brazenly. "We seen him."
"Where are the field gla.s.ses?" astutely questioned Richie.
"Left "em at our Lazy River line-camp," promptly replied Marvin.
"Now ain"t that funny, Marvin. Yuh told me not three minutes ago yuh didn"t stop at any o" yore line-camps."
"I mean we--I gave "em to Shorty Simms. He"s at the Lazy River line-camp, an" he took "em there."
"Why did yuh give "em to Shorty?" persisted Richie.
"Look here, Richie!" blazed Marvin, "this ain"t no court, an" I don"t have to answer yore questions."