"Certainly. Here is the bill of sale, and----"
"Take it easy, Bud, take it easy," Billie Dobb cautioned in a low tone of voice. "I don"t exactly care for this feller"s looks."
"Who"s "J. D."--the one tendin" the ranch now?" asked the Kid.
"Yea--only he"s not exactly tendin" it. He"s here, and something tells me he"s goin" to stay here--new owners or not. "J. D." don"t care much about owners. What he"s interested in is keepin" what he"s got. And as far as I can see, he"s still got the Shootin" Star."
"I don"t like to dispute your word," Nort said hotly, "but we might have something to say about that ourselves. Come on, boys, let"s ride in."
"Just a minute--just a minute! Where you-all countin" on headin" for?"
sneered the lone horseman.
"The ranch house, of course!"
"Now just you let me give you-all a little piece of advice. I won"t charge nothin" for it, and it _might_ be useful. If I was you boys, I"d turn _right_ around and ride the other way. Tell you what you do, youngster--" this to Bud--"you tell your father you couldn"t find the ranch."
There was a moment"s ominous silence. The Kid was the first to speak.
"Well, now, stranger, that"s kind of you. Yes, sir, I think that"s right kind of you to take an interest in us like that," he drawled.
"But you know how it is. We sort of want to find out things for ourselves. So if you don"t mind--" his tone changed suddenly. "We"ll be gettin" along to the ranch. Out of the way, puncher! Let"s go, boys!"
The stranger"s eyes narrowed. He half raised his rifle, then apparently thinking better of it, let it drop again. As the five moved forward he rode slowly along in the rear.
They reached the corral at the side of the house, and Bud and d.i.c.k dismounted. Nort, Billee, and the Kid stayed on their ponies. Walking to the door of the house, Bud knocked boldly. There was no answer. He knocked again, this time a little harder. Still no result.
"Wonder if there"s anyone around?" asked d.i.c.k. "Suppose we take a look at the side."
"Here"s someone," Bud declared as there was a sound of a key grating in a lock. "They certainly keep things tight down here."
The door opened slowly. In its frame stood a man of slight build, and, by cowboy standards, dressed effeminately. He wore a "boiled" collar, small black string tie, low cut vest and gray trousers. His long black hair, with a slight shine on it, was brushed straight back.
"What"ll you have, gents?" he asked. "Lookin" for me?"
"We"re looking for the man in charge of the ranch," d.i.c.k said slowly.
"If you can qualify, then I guess it"s you we want to see."
"Right! And what can I do for you?"
"This will tell you," spoke Bud, handing him a copy of the bill of sale for the ranch. "We"re the new owners. You rent the place, don"t you?
I believe the deed says your term was up last month. Sorry to have to put you out, but business is business. Can you get ready to shift by to-morrow morning, do you think? We"ll make out down in town for to-night."
The man in the doorway didn"t answer. He read over the paper Bud had handed him and then looked up. His expression was anything but friendly.
"And I"m supposed to beat it out of here, hey?" he asked coldly.
"Afraid so," answered Bud.
The man suddenly stepped to one side.
"Come in a minute, boys," he suggested. It was evident that his manner had undergone a change. He seemed more friendly.
"You just get in?" he asked.
"Yes--we were delayed on the way, or we would have gotten here sooner."
"Sit down, boys."
As the slightly-built man was drawing up chairs Bud cast a quick glance at d.i.c.k. "Watch out"! his look signaled. But there seemed no need for suspicion. "J. D.," as they had heard him called, appeared harmless.
"I take it you boys are sensible?" he began when they were seated.
"Hope so," d.i.c.k answered with a slight grin. "We"ve never been in any asylum that I know of."
"Check! Now I"d like to talk business with you. First of all, could you use one thousand dollars?"
At this surprising query d.i.c.k and Bud started. One thousand dollars!
It represented a small fortune. Bud thought of the herd of cattle they had just lost and was about to reply affirmatively, when he felt, rather than saw, a cautioning look come into d.i.c.k"s eyes.
"That"s a lot of money," declared d.i.c.k, before Bud could speak. "We could certainly use it, but you know it pays to be careful how one earns it. Robbery is a bit out of our line."
"Oh, it"s nothing like that--nothing like that at all," the other a.s.sured them quickly. "This thousand that I speak of can be yours for just doing me a favor."
"Sounds like a high price to pay for a favor," d.i.c.k said. "But let"s hear the proposition."
"Sure! It"s simply this: you boys let me stay on at the ranch here, for, say, six more months, and as rental I"ll pay you one grand."
"But certainly this place can"t be worth that much to you," broke in Bud thoughtlessly. It was a very unwise remark, for it was obvious that this excessive figure was offered for something more than the mere use of the ranch. "J. D." had made the mistake of going too high in his offer, and it instantly awoke suspicion in the minds of d.i.c.k and Bud. But now that Bud had blurted out this suspicion, the possibility of being able to secretly find out why they had been offered a thousand for the place disappeared. The cards were on the table.
"As to that, I"m the best judge," "J. D." said sharply. "If you want to accept, say so. If you don"t--well----."
"Can we have until to-morrow to think it over?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Nope--sorry, but I have to have your answer now. All you have to do is to sign the present owner"s name to a renewal clause--and since he"s your father, he won"t object to that," said the man, turning to Bud.
Evidently he was anxious to get things settled as soon as possible--perhaps before the boys had a chance to investigate.
d.i.c.k looked at Bud, and saw that he had permission to take things into his own hands. d.i.c.k arose.
"Well, sir, we can"t do it, and that"s that. We were sent out here to take charge of this ranch, and we"re going to do it, unless Mr. Merkel tells us to do otherwise. You must get in touch with him if you want a renewal of your lease. And until that time we must take control here.
We are sorry, but we must ask you to make ready to leave by to-morrow morning."
The man seated opposite did not move.
"Is that your last word?" he asked, slowly.
"Yes, it is. If we can offer you any a.s.sistance in getting ready we"ll be glad to do it."
The man made no response. He arose suddenly, walked over to the door and flung it open. Then he turned to the two boys and with a sneer upon his face, said: