"That wasn"t no olive branch I was holdin" out," stated Nueces River.
"You"ll show me nothin"--turncoat!"
"It helps a lot, too, when the man you hit is not expecting it,"
suggested Anastacio smoothly. "You might show me sometime--when I"m looking for it."
"Now what"s biting you?" demanded Pringle testily. "What did you expect me to do--send "em a note by registered mail?"
"I"m not speaking about Applegate. That was all right. I am speaking about your friend."
"Here; Kit"s coming to life again," said Lisner.
Kitty Foy rolled over; they propped him up; he looked round rather wildly from one to the other. His face cleared. His eye fell upon Pringle, where it rested with a steady intentness. When he spoke, at last, he ignored the others entirely.
"And I thought you were my friend, Pringle. I trusted you!" he said with ominous quietness. "I"ll make a note of it. I have a good memory, Pringle--and good friends. Give me some water, someone. I feel sick."
Espalin brought a canteen.
"Take your time, Chris," said Lisner. "Tell us when you feel able to go."
"I"ll be all right after a little. Say, boys, it was the queerest feeling--coming to, I mean. I could almost hear your voices, first.
Then I heard them a long ways off but I couldn"t make any sense to the words. Here; let me lean my back up against this rock and sit quiet for a while. Then we"ll go. I"m giddy yet."
"I"ve got it!" announced Nueces a moment later. "Barela, he"s hankering to be sheriff--that"s the trouble. He wanted to take Chris himself, to help things along. That would be quite a feather in any man"s hat--done fair. And the sheriff, natural enough, he don"t want nothing of the kind."
"That"s it," said Anastacio, amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes. "I knew you were a good gunman, Nueces, but I never suspected you of brains before."
"What"s the matter with that guess?" said Nueces sulkily. "Kid, you"re always ridin" me. Don"t you try to use any spurs!"
"I"m in on that," said Pringle, rising brightly. "That"s my happy chance to join in this lovin" conversation. Speaking about gunmen, I"m a beaut! See that hawk screechin" around up there? Well, watch!"
The hawk soared high above. Pringle barely raised Foy"s rifle to his shoulder as he fired; the hawk tumbled headlong. Pringle jerked the lever, throwing another cartridge into the barrel, as if to fire again at the falling bird. Inconceivably swift, the c.o.c.ked rifle whirled to cover the seated posse.
"Steady!" said Pringle. "I"m watchin" you, Nueces! Chris, when you"re able to walk, go on down and pick you a horse from that bunch.
Unsaddle the others and drive "em along a ways as you go." Still speaking, he edged behind the cover of a high rock. "I"ll address the meetin" till you get a good head start.... Steady in the boat!"
"Well, by Heck!" said Nueces.
"And I thought you had betrayed me!" cried Foy.
"Well, I hadn"t. This was the only show to get off.... I hate to kill you, Nueces; but I will if you make a move."
"h.e.l.l! I ain"t makin" no move! What do you think I am--a d.a.m.n fool?"
said Neuces. "If I moved any it was because I am about to crack under the justly celebrated strain. Say, young fellow, it strikes me that you change sides pretty often."
"Yes; I am the Acrobat of the Breakfast Table," said Pringle modestly.
"Thanks for the young fellow. That listens good."
"Look out I don"t have you performing on a tight rope yet!" growled the sheriff hoa.r.s.ely. "There"ll be more to this. You haven"t got out of the country yet."
"That will be all from you, Sheriff. You, too, Creagan--and Espalin.
Not a word or I"ll shoot. And I don"t care how soon you begin to talk.
That goes!"
Espalin shriveled up; the sheriff and Creagan sat sullen and silent.
Foy got to his feet rather unsteadily.
"Chris, you might slip around and gather up their guns," said Pringle.
"Pick out one for yourself. I left yours where I threw it when I picked it out of your belt. I meant to knock you out, Chris--there wasn"t any other way; but I didn"t mean to plumb kill you. You hit your head on a rock when you fell. It wouldn"t have done any good to have got the drop on you. You had made up your mind not to surrender.
You would have shot anyhow; and, of course, I couldn"t shoot. I"d just have got myself killed for nothing. No good to play I"d taken you prisoner. This crowd knew you wouldn"t be taken--except by treachery.
So I played traitor. As it was, when I knocked you out you didn"t look much like no put-up job. You was bleeding like a stuck pig."
"Hold on, there, before you try to take my gun!" warned old Nueces River as Foy came to him for his gun, collecting. "You got the big drop on me, Pringle, and I wouldn"t raise a hand to keep Chris from getting off anyhow--not now. But I used to be a ranger--and the rangers were sworn never to give up their guns."
"How about it, Pringle?" asked Foy, who had already relieved the sheriff and his satellites of their guns. "He"ll do exactly as he says--both ways."
"I wasn"t done talking yet," said Nueces irritably. "But I"ll let Chris take my gun, on one condition."
"What"s that?" inquired Pringle.
"Why, if you ain"t busy next Sat.u.r.day I"d like to have you call around--about one o"clock, say--and kick me good and hard."
"Let him keep his gun. He called me a young fellow. And I don"t want Breslin"s, anyway. He"s all right. Not to play any favorites, let Anastacio keep his. There are times," said Pringle, "when I have great hopes of Anastacio. I"m thinking some of taking him in hand to see if I can"t make a man of him."
"Ananias the Amateur," said Anastacio, "I thank you for those kind words. And I"d like to see you Sat.u.r.day about two--when you get through with Nueces. I"m next on the waiting list. This will be a lesson to me never to let my opinion of a man be changed by anything he may do."
"If you fellows feel that way," said Foy, "how about me? How do you suppose I feel? This man has risked his life fifty times for me--and what did I think of him?"
"If you ask me, Christopher," said Anastacio, "I think you were quite excusable. It was all very well to dissemble his love--but I should feel doubtful of any man that handed me such a wallop as that until the matter had been fully explained."
"What I want to know, Pringle, is, how the deuce you got up here so slick?" said Nueces.
"Oh, that"s easy! I can run a mile in nothing flat."
"Oh--that"s it? You hid in the water pen?"
"Under the troughs. Bright idea of yours, them fires! I knew just where not to go. After you left I hooked a horse. If you"d had sense enough to go with the sheriff and eat your supper like a human being I"d "a" hooked two horses, and Chris and me would now be getting farther and farther. I don"t want you ever to do that again. Suppose Chris had killed me when I tried to knock him out? Fine large name I would "a" left for myself, wouldn"t I?"
"If you had fought it out with us," said Breslin musingly, "you would have been killed--both of you; and you would have killed others. Mr.
Pringle, you have done a fine thing. I apologize to you."
"Why, that all goes without saying, my boy. As for my part--why, I don"t bother much about a blue tin heaven or a comic-supplement h.e.l.l, but I"m right smart interested in right here and now. It"s a right nice little old world, take it by and large, and I like to help out at whatever comes my way, if it takes fourteen innings. But, so long as you feel that way about it, maybe you"ll believe me now, when I say that Christopher Foy was with me all last night and he didn"t shoot d.i.c.k Marr."
"That"s right," said Foy. "I don"t know who killed d.i.c.k Marr; but I do know that Creagan, Joe Espalin, and Applegate intended to kill me last night. They gave me back my sixshooter, that Ben Creagan had borrowed--and it was loaded with blanks. Then they pitched onto me, and if it hadn"t been for Pringle they"d have got me sure! We left town at eleven o"clock and rode straight to the Vorhis Ranch."
"I believe you," said Anastacio. "You skip along now, Chris. You"re fit to ride."
"Why shouldn"t I stay and see it out?"