"That"s one thing I"ve wondered," commented Buck. "Why doesn"t he? What"s his excuse for holding off?"
Bud gave a short, brittle laugh. "I"ll tell yuh. He says the sheriff"s a crook! What do you know about that? I heard him tellin" it to Miss Mary the other day when he come in from Paloma about dinner-time. She was askin" him the same question, an" he up an" tells her it wouldn"t be worth while; tells her the man is a half-breed an" always plays in with the greasers, so he wouldn"t be no use. I never met up with Jim Hardenberg, but he sure ain"t a breed, an" he"s got a darn good rep as sheriff." He groaned. "Wimmin sure is queer. Think of anybody believin" that sort of rot."
"Did Lynch know you were listening?"
Jessup reddened a little. "No. They were talkin" in the big room, an" I was standin" to one side of the open window. I don"t call it sneakin" to try an" get the drop on a coyote like him."
"I don"t either," smiled Stratton, getting on his feet. The swift, southern darkness had fallen so quickly that they could barely see each other"s faces. "It"s one of their own little tricks, and turn about is fair play. Our job, I reckon, is to keep our eyes open every minute and not let anything slip. We"ll find a way to get together again if anything should turn up. I"ll be going back."
He turned away and took a few steps along the bank. Then all at once he stopped and walked back.
"Say, Bud, how big is that north pasture place you were telling about?" he asked. "I don"t seem to remember going over it when I was--"
He broke off abruptly, and a sudden flush burned into his cheeks at the realization that he had almost betrayed himself. Fortunately Jessup did not seem to notice the slip.
"I don"t know exactly," replied the youngster. "About two miles square, maybe. Why?"
"Oh, I just wondered," shrugged Stratton. "Well, so-long."
Again they parted, Bud returning to the harness-room, where he would have to finish his work by lantern-light.
"Gee, but that was close!" murmured Bud, feeling his way through the darkness. "Just about one more word and I"d have given away the show completely."
He paused under a cottonwood as a gleam of light from the open bunk-house door showed through the leaves.
"I wonder?" he mused thoughtfully.
A waste of sand, cactus, and scanty desert growth! In Arizona nothing is more ordinary or commonplace, more utterly lacking in interest and significance. Yet Stratton"s mind returned to it persistently as he considered one by one the scanty details of Jessup"s brief narrative.
What was there about a spot like that to rouse excitement in the breast of the usually phlegmatic Andrew Thorne? Why had he been in such haste to drag Lynch thither, and what had pa.s.sed between the two before the older man came to his sudden and tragic end? Was it possible that somewhere within that four square miles of desolate wilderness might lie the key to the puzzling mystery Buck had set himself to solve?
"I wonder?" he murmured again, and leaving the margin of the creek, he moved slowly toward the open bunk-house door.
CHAPTER XI
DANGER
As Buck appeared in the doorway, blinking a little at the lamp-light, the five card-players stared at him in astonishment.
"Where the devil have you been?" inquired Kreeger, surprised out of his accustomed taciturnity.
"I thought yuh was asleep," added Peters, casting a bewildered glance at the shadowy bunk.
Buck, who had scarcely hoped his little stratagem would succeed so well, refrained with difficulty from showing the pleasure he felt.
"So I have," he drawled.
"But I thought yuh was in yore bunk," commented McCabe, his light-blue eyes narrowing slightly.
"No, I was outside," explained Stratton carelessly. "It was too hot in here, so I went out and sat down by the creek. I must have dropped off pretty soon, and when I came to it was dark."
As he spoke he glanced casually at Tex Lynch, and despite himself a little shiver flickered on his spine. The foreman, who had not spoken, sat motionless on the further side of the table regarding Stratton steadily.
His lids drooped slightly and his face was almost expressionless. But in spite of that Buck got a momentary impression of baffled fury and a deadly, murderous hate, the more startling because of its very repression.
Coupling it with what he knew or suspected of the man, Stratton felt there was some excuse for that momentary mental shrinking.
"He"d as soon put me out of the way as shoot a coyote," he said to himself, as he walked over to his bunk. "All he wants is a chance to do it without getting caught."
But with ordinary care and caution he did not see just how Tex was going to get the chance. Buck never went anywhere without his gun, and he flattered himself he was as quick on the draw as the average. Besides, he knew better now than to trust himself alone with Lynch or any of the others on some outlying part of the range where a fatal accident could plausibly be laid to marauding greasers, or to some similar agency.
"I"m not saying any one of "em couldn"t pick me off a dozen times a day and make an easy get-away across the border," he thought, stretching himself out on the husk mattress. "But Lynch don"t want to have to make a get-away. There"s something right here on the Shoe-Bar that interests him a whole lot too much."
Presently Bud came in, parried with some success the half-questioning comments of the men, and went to bed. Buck lay awake a while longer, trying to patch together into some semblance of pattern the isolated sc.r.a.ps of information he had gained, but without any measure of success.
There followed four surprising days of calm, during which the Shoe-Bar, to every outward seeming, might have been the most ordinary and humdrum of outfits, with not a hint of anything sinister or mysterious beneath the surface.
Each morning the men sallied forth to work, returned for noon dinner, and rode off again soon afterward. Lynch was neither grouchy nor over-jovial.
He seemed the typical ranch-boss, whose chief thought is to get the work done, and his berating was entirely impartial. Bud had spent most of his time around the ranch, but once or twice he rode out with the others, and there was no attempt on their part to keep him and Buck from talking together as privately as they pleased. Only where Miss Thorne was concerned was Stratton conscious of the old un.o.btrusive surveillance. He saw her several times during his brief visits to Bemis, who was improving daily and fretting to be gone, but always Lynch, McCabe, or some one just "happened" to be along.
The effect of this unexpected peace and quiet on Stratton, however, was precisely opposite from the one he presumed was intended. He had a feeling that it was a calm before the storm, and became more alert than ever. The unnatural placidity weighed on him, and as day followed day serenely his nerves grew edgy.
After supper on the fourth day Lynch went up to the ranch-house and was closeted for more than an hour with Miss Thorne. On his return to the bunk-house, Stratton, who had now come to speculate on his every move, studied him covertly but found his manner quite as usual.
In the morning they started off for the middle pasture, where they were engaged in repairing a fence which had all but fallen flat. Quite by accident, and without any inkling of what was to come of his carelessness, Buck left his hammer and pliers beside the corral gate instead of sticking them into his saddle-pockets. Before they had gone a quarter of a mile he discovered the omission and pulled up, explaining what had happened.
"It won"t take me five minutes to go back for them," he added, gathering up his reins.
"I"ll go with yuh," said McCabe promptly. "With a little hustlin", we can easy catch up with the gang before they get to the pasture."
"Well, speed up, both of yuh," admonished Lynch. "We want to finish that job to-day."
Slightly amused and wondering whether they thought for an instant he was too blind to see through their game, Stratton put spurs to his horse and the two rode back together, McCabe apparently making a special effort to be amusing. The tools were found where Buck had left them, and the latter was on the point of remounting, when Mary Thorne came suddenly around the corner of the house.
"Good morning," she greeted them both pleasantly, but with a slight undercurrent of preoccupation in her manner. "I was afraid you"d gone."
Her eyes met Stratton"s. "Could I speak to you a moment?" she asked.
"Certainly, ma"am."
Buck dropped his bridle-reins and moved forward. For an instant McCabe sat motionless; then he swung himself out of the saddle.
"If it"s anythin" I can help about--" he began, awkwardly, yet ingratiatingly.
"Thank you very much, Slim, but it isn"t," the girl answered quietly.
"We ain"t got much time," protested McCabe uneasily. "We jest came back to get them tools Buck forgot. Tex is in a hurry to finish up the job."