So he stuck it out to the end, successfully suppressing all evidence of the smouldering rage that grew steadily within him against the whole crowd. Returning to the ranch for the first time in more than a week, he went to bed directly after supper and slept like a log until breakfast.
Rising, refreshed and fit, he decided that the time had come to abandon his former haphazard methods of getting information, and to launch a campaign of active detective work without further delay.
Since the night of Bemis"s accident, Buck had scarcely had a word with Bud Jessup, who he felt could give him some information, though he was not counting much on the importance of what the youngster was likely to know.
Through the day there was no chance of getting the fellow apart. But Buck kept his eyes and ears open, and at supper-time Bud"s casual remark to Lynch that he "s"posed he"d have to fix that busted saddle-girth before he hit the hay" did not escape him.
The meal over, Stratton left the kitchen and headed for the bunk-house with a purposeful air, soon leaving the others well in the rear. Presently one of them snickered.
"Looks like the poor rube"s goin" to tear off some more sleep," commented Kreeger in a suppressed tone, evidently not thinking Stratton was near enough to hear.
But Buck"s ears were sharp, and his lips twitched in a grim smile as he moved steadily on, shoulders purposely sagging. When he had pa.s.sed through the doorway his head went up abruptly and his whole manner changed.
Darting to his bunk, he s.n.a.t.c.hed the blankets out and unrolled them with a jerk. Scrambling his clothes and other belongings into a rough mound, he swiftly spread the blankets over them, patted down a place or two to increase the likeness to a human body, dropped his hat on the floor beside the bunk, and then made a lightning exit through a window at the rear.
It was all accomplished with such celerity that before the dawdling punchers had entered the bunk-house, Buck was out of sight among the bushes which thickly lined the creek. From here he had no difficulty in making his way unseen around to the back of the barns and other out-buildings, one of which he entered through a rear door. A moment or two later he found Jessup, as he expected, squatting on the floor of the harness-room, busily mending his broken saddle-girth.
"h.e.l.lo, Bud," he grinned, as the youngster looked up in surprise. "Thought I"d come up and have a chin with you."
"But how the deuce--I thought they--yuh--"
"You thought right," replied Stratton, as Jessup hesitated. "Tex and his friends have been sticking around pretty close for the past week or so, but I gave "em the slip just now."
Briefly he explained what he had done, and then paused, eying the young fellow speculatively.
"There"s something queer going on here, old man," he began presently.
"You"ll say it"s none of my business, maybe, and I reckon it isn"t. But unless I"ve sized "em up wrong, Lynch and his gang are a bunch of crooks, and I"m not the sort to sit back quietly and leave a lady like Miss Thorne to their mercy."
Jessup"s eyes widened. "What do yuh know?" he demanded. "What have yuh found out?"
Buck shrugged his shoulders. "Found out? Why, nothing, really. But I"ve seen enough to know that bunch is up to some deviltry, and naturally the owner of the outfit is the one who"ll suffer, in pocket, if not something worse. It"s a dirty deal, taking advantage of a girl"s ignorance and inexperience, as that gang sure is doing some way--specially a girl who"s as decent and white as she is. I thought maybe you and me might get together and work out something. You don"t act like you were for "em any more than I am."
"I"ll tell a man I ain"t!" declared Jessup emphatically. "They"re a rotten bunch. Yuh can go as far"s you like, an" I"ll stick with yuh. Have yuh got anything on "em?"
"Not exactly, but we may have if we put our heads together and talk it over." He glanced questioningly around the dusty room. "They"ll likely find out the trick I played on "em, and come snooping around here before long. Suppose we slip out and go down by the creek where we can talk without being interrupted."
Jessup agreed readily and followed Buck into the barn and out through the back door, where they sought a secluded spot down by the stream, well shielded by bushes.
"You"ve been here longer than I have and noticed a lot more," Stratton remarked when they were settled. "I wish you"d tell me what you think that bunch is up to. They haven"t let me out of their sight for over a week.
What"s the idea, anyhow?"
"They don"t want yuh should find out anythin"," returned Bud promptly.
"That"s what I s"posed, but what"s there to find out? That"s what I can"t seem to get at. Bemis says they"re in with the rustlers, but even he seems to think there"s something else in the wind besides that."
Jessup snorted contemptuously. "Bemis--huh! I"m through with him. He"s a quitter. I was in chinnin" with him last night an" he"s lost his nerve.
Says he"s through, an" is goin" to take his time the minute he"s fit to back a horse. Still an" all," he added, forehead wrinkling thoughtfully, "he"s right in a way. There is somethin" doin" beside rustling, but I"m hanged if I can find out what. The only thing I"m dead sure of is that it"s crooked. Look at the way they"re tryin" to get rid of us--Rick an" me an" you. Whatever they"re up to they want the ranch to themselves before they go any further. Now Rick"s out of the way, I s"pose I"ll be next.
They"re tryin" their best to make me quit, but when they find out that won"t work, I reckon they"ll try somethin"--worse."
"Why don"t Lynch just up an" fire you?" Buck asked curiously. "He"s foreman."
Bud"s young jaw tightened stubbornly. "He can"t get nothin" on me," he stated. "It"s this way. When help begun to get shy a couple of months ago--that"s when he started his business of gittin" rid of the men one way or another--Tex must of hinted around to Miss Mary that I was goin" to quit, for she up an" asked me one day if it was true, an" said she hoped me an" Rick wasn"t goin" to leave like the rest of "em."
He paused, a faint flush darkening his tan. "I dunno as you"ve noticed it," he went on, plucking a long spear of gra.s.s and twisting it between his brown fingers, "but Miss Mary"s got a way about her that--that sort of gets a man. She"s so awful young, an"--an"--earnest, an" though she don"t know one thing hardly about ranchin", she"s dead crazy about this place, an" mighty anxious to make it pay. When she asks yuh to do somethin", yuh jest natu"ally feel like yuh wanted to oblige. I felt like that, anyhow, an" I was hot under the collar at Tex for lyin" about me like he must of done. So I tells her straight off I wasn"t thinkin" of anythin" of the sort. "Fu"thermore," I says, "I"ll stick to the job as long as yuh like if you"ll do one thing." She asks what"s that, an" I told her that some folks, namin" no names, was tryin" to make out to her I wasn"t doin" my work good, an" doin" their best to get me in bad.
""Oh, but I think you"re mistaken," she says, catchin" on right away who I meant. "Tex wouldn"t do anythin" like that. He needs help too bad, for one thing."
""Well," I says, "let it go at that. Only, if yuh hear anythin" against me, I"d like for yuh not to take anybody else"s word for it. It"s got to be proved I ain"t capable, or I"ve done somethin" I oughta be fired for.
An" if things gets so I got to go, I"ll come to yuh an" ask for my time myself. Fu"thermore, I"ll get Rick to promise the same thing."
"Well, to make a long story short, she said she"d do it, though I could see she was still thinkin" me mistaken about Tex doin" anythin" out of the way. He"s a rotten skunk, but you"d better believe he don"t let her see it. He"s got her so she believes every darn word he says is gospel."
He finished in an angry key. Stratton"s face was thoughtful.
"How long has he been here?" he asked.
"Who? Tex? Oh, long before I come. The old man made him foreman pretty near a year ago in place of Bloss, who run the outfit for Stratton, that fellow who was killed in the war that old Thorne bought the ranch off from."
"What sort of a man was this Thorne?" Buck presently inquired.
"Pretty decent, though kinda stand-offish with us fellows. He was awful thick with Tex, though, an" mebbe that"s the reason Miss Mary thinks so much of him. She took his death mighty hard, believe me!"
With a mind groping after hidden clues, Stratton subconsciously disentangled the various "hes" and "hims" of Jessup"s slightly involved remark.
"Pop Daggett told me about his being thrown and breaking his neck," he said presently. "You were here then, weren"t you? Was there anything queer about it? I mean, like the two punchers who were killed later on?"
Jessup"s eyes widened. "Queer?" he repeated. "Why, I--I never thought about it that way. I wasn"t around when it happened. n.o.body was with him but--but--Tex." He stared at Buck. "Yuh don"t mean to say--"
"I don"t say anything," returned Stratton, as he paused. "How can I, without knowing the facts? Was the horse a bad one?"
"He was new--jest been put in the _remuda_. I never saw him rid except by Doc Peters, who"s a shark. I did notice, afterward, he was sorta mean, though I"ve seen worse. We was on the spring round-up, jest startin" to brand over in the middle pasture." Bud spoke slowly with thoughtfully wrinkled brows. "It was right after dinner when the old man rode up on Socks, the horse he gen"ally used. He seemed pretty excited for him. He got hold of Tex right away, an" the two of them went off to one side an"
chinned consid"able. Then they changed the saddle onto this here paint horse, Socks bein" sorta tuckered out, an" rode off together. It was near three hours before Tex came gallopin" back alone with word that the old man"s horse had stepped in a hole an" throwed him, breakin" his neck."
"Was that part of it true?" asked Buck, who had been listening intently.
"About his neck? Sure. They had Doc Blanchard over right away. He"d been throwed, all right, too, from the scratches on his face."
"Where did it happen?"
"Yuh got me. I wasn"t one of the bunch that brought him in. I never thought to ask afterwards, neither. It must of been somewhere up to the north end of the ranch, though, if they kep" on goin" the way they started."
For a moment or two Stratton sat silent, staring absently at the sloping bank below him. Was there anything back of the ranch-owner"s tragic death save simple accident? The story was plausible enough. Holes were plentiful, and it wouldn"t be the first time a horse"s stumble had resulted fatally to the rider. On the other hand, it is quite possible, by an abrupt though seemingly accidental thrust or collision, to stir a horse of uncertain temper into sudden, vehement action. At length Buck sighed and abandoned his cogitations as fruitless. Short of a miracle, that phase of the problem was never likely to be answered.
"I wonder what took him off like that?" he pondered aloud. "Have you any notion? Is there anything particular up that way?"
"Why, no. n.o.body hardly ever goes there. They call it the north pasture, but it"s never used. There"s nothin" there but sand an" cactus an" all that; a goat couldn"t hardly keep body an" soul together. Except once lookin" for strays that got through the fence, I never set foot in it myself."
Down in the shallow gully where they sat, the shadows were gathering, showing that dusk was rapidly approaching. With a shake of his head and a movement of his wide shoulders, Buck mentally dismissed that subject.
"It"s getting dark," he said briskly. "We"ll have to hustle, or there"ll be a searching party out after us. Have you noticed anything else particularly--about Lynch, I mean, or any of the others?"
"Nothin" I can make sense of," returned Jessup. "Tex has been off the ranch a lot. Two or three times he"s stayed away over night. It might of been reg"lar business, I s"pose, but once Bill Harris, over to the Rockin"-R, said he"d seen him in Tucson with some guys in a big automobile. That rustlin", of course, yuh know about. On the evidence, I dunno as yuh could swear he was in it, but it"s a sure thing that any foreman worth his salt would of stopped the business before now, or else get the sheriff on the job if he couldn"t handle it himself."