"Yes, do. Pa"s out there. Dinner"ll be ready soon."
Miss Burr returned to the doorsill, and Loudon led away Ranger. So Pete O"Leary had been spending the morning at the Burrs"! It would be interesting to know why the engaging O"Leary had chosen to call upon that particular morning. Was it because he did not wish to identify himself in any way with Sheriff Block? Was it the guilty conscience?
"Well, suh," smiled Captain Burr, who was kneeling at the feet of one of his horses, "well, suh, it went against the grain to let that scoundrel go in peace, didn"t it?"
Loudon smiled grimly.
"I appreciate youah feelings in the matteh, Tom," continued the Captain. "Such a puhson should not be allowed to live. My impulse was to shoot him, but I stayed my hand. As I may have mentioned befo", I am growing soft-heahted. That"s right, Tom, cuss away. If Block were otheh than he is, he would shoot himself. No gentleman would care to live afteh being tah"d and feath"ed. But Block will writhe onwa"d like the snake he is till he is crushed once fo" all.
"Do you remembeh what I said the day you made him quit right in the street in Fa"ewell? Well, suh, in o"deh to regain the respect of the town he did kill a man--an inoffensive strangeh."
"Yuh might know it. He"ll be a reg"lar "Billy the Kid" before a great while."
"Not quite. The Lincoln County young man was a wa"-eagle. Block"s a buzza"d. Tom, I"m afraid this Jeffe"son Davis hoss is developing a wind-puff."
Loudon made no reply. He was watching an approaching rider. The horseman pa.s.sed by without a glance toward the corral and loped on into town.
Now the road in front of the Burr house was the beginning of the trail to the Flying M ranch, and the mounted man was none other than Rufe Cutting. It was evident to Loudon that he had not underestimated the cook. He resolved to seek out his would-be bushwhacker immediately.
Loudon looked quickly down at the Captain. If Burr had perceived Loudon"s absorption he gave no sign. He merely requested Loudon"s opinion of the slight swelling on Jefferson Davis"s near fore.
"Yuh"ve got to excuse me, Cap"n," said Loudon, hastily. "I"ve got a little business to attend to before I eat."
"Need any help?" inquired Burr, reaching for his Greener.
"No, thanks," replied Loudon, swiftly resaddling Ranger.
"Dinner!" called Mrs. Burr, sticking her head out of the kitchen door a moment later. "Why, where"s Tom Loudon?"
"He"s gone away," grumbled her husband, regretfully eying his shotgun.
"Well, of all things! Just as dinner"s ready! Don"t he know he"s eatin" here? Will he be gone long?"
"He may not be away twenty minutes, and then, on the otheh hand, he may neveh retuhn."
"Never return! What are you talkin" about, Benjamin Burr?"
"Wait and see, my love, wait and see," rejoined the Captain, and went in to dinner.
Loudon, meanwhile, had galloped down to the corner of Main Street.
Rufe Cutting was not in sight. But his horse was standing among the horses in front of the Jacks Up Saloon. Loudon rode across the street and dismounted behind a freighter"s wagon near the Chicago Store, where he could not be observed from the windows of the Jacks Up. Then he walked briskly up the street and entered the saloon.
Rufe Cutting, his scratched features cast in sullen lines, was drinking at the bar. So were several other men. A knot of citizens in Cutting"s immediate rear were discussing the events of the morning.
Two faro tables were crowded. The Jacks Up was in full blast. With the place crowded a gun-play was apt to result in damage to the bystanders.
However, the choice lay with Cutting. Loudon would allow the first move.
With this intention, Loudon edged up to the bar and called for a drink.
At the sound of his voice Cutting turned a slow head. There were two men in between, but they were not standing close to the bar.
Loudon, watching Cutting out of his eye-corners, picked up his gla.s.s with his left hand. Even as he did so, panic seized Cutting. His fingers closed on his own full gla.s.s and he hurled it at Loudon"s head.
Involuntarily Loudon dodged. When he recovered himself his gun was out.
The bartender promptly vanished under the bar. Men skipped and dodged and flung themselves over tables and chairs in their anxiety to give Loudon a clear line of fire. But Cutting had disappeared.
Two swearing men sprawling under an open rear window told the story.
In his fear-stricken efforts to escape Cutting had knocked them both down.
Loudon and the two men, one of whom was Jim Mace and the other Dan Smith, went through the window almost simultaneously. Both sashes went with them to a brave accompaniment of crackling gla.s.s.
Loudon landed on his knees, and was in time for a snapshot at a leg sliding over a windowsill of the house next door. Before Loudon could rise Mace and the marshal tumbled over him. The three fell in a tangle and rolled among tin cans and bottles for a s.p.a.ce of time. When at last, red-faced and almost breathless, they rushed the house next door they were stopped by an angry woman brandishing a frying-pan.
"You drunk hunkers can"t come through here!" screamed the irate lady.
"If you an" yore fool friends want to play tag yuh can play her in the street! What do yuh mean by bustin" into folks" houses an" wakin" my baby up? You idjits! She"ll be bawlin" her brains out all day now!"
"We"re after a hold-up!" cried Loudon with great presence of mind.
It had the desired effect.
"Why didn"t yuh say so at first? Come right in."
Through the house and out of the front door they dashed. Drifting clouds of dust marked Cutting"s line of flight. He was a quarter of a mile distant, spurring for the ford of the Dogsoldier and the Farewell trail. The marshal fired a futile shot. Loudon laughed and holstered his six-shooter.
"Look at him go!" he chuckled. "Scared stiff."
"Get yore hosses!" commanded the marshal. "Don"t stand here ga.s.sin"!
We"ll go after him right away!"
"Oh, let him go," drawled Loudon. "He ain"t worth chasin"."
"But he"s a road agent, ain"t he?" said Jim Mace.
"No, I just said he was," grinned Loudon. "He ain"t nothin" but a right good cook, so far as I know."
"Ain"t he done nothin"?" inquired the perplexed marshal.
"Only jerked a gla.s.s of whisky at me," replied Loudon. "Yuh see, I ain"t right popular with him."
"From the way he"s splittin" the breeze," said Jim Mace, "it looks like he don"t care for yore society none."
"I"d ought to go after him," grunted the marshal, vengefully, tenderly feeling a skinned elbow. "I don"t mind a reg"lar gun-play, but this here chuckin" gla.s.ses round promiscuous an" b.u.mpin" folks over ain"t right. It"s agin" law an" order. He"d ought to be arrested. The calaboose has been empty for a week, too."
Loudon left Jim Mace and Dan Smith explaining matters to the gathering crowd, and walked back to where he had left his horse. Ranger was not behind the freighter"s wagon. Loudon ran into the Chicago Store.
"Sh.o.r.e," said the proprietor. "I seen a feller climbin" aboard that hoss a few minutes ago. Seemed in a hurry, too. What? Yore hoss!"