"Jack is like me. He ain"t tellin" all he knows. And while we"re talking about Jack, I"ll tell you something. And that"s to keep away from Farewell for three-four days."
"Why for?"
"So"s to give Jack a chance to cool off. He"s hotter than a wet wolf "cause you didn"t turn up here on time."
"I ain"t afraid of Jack."
""Course you ain"t. But you know how Jack is. Even if it don"t come to a showdown, there"ll be words pa.s.sed. And I don"t wanna run any risk of you quitting the outfit. Every man is needed. You be sensible and stick here with McFluke three-four days like I say, and after that c"mon in to Farewell. In the meantime, I"ll see Jack and tell him how it happened you didn"t get here on time. And how did it happen, anyway?"
Peaches Austin looked this way and that before replying.
"I sh.o.r.e don"t like to tell how it happened," he said. "Sounds so babyish like. But my hat blowed off over this side of Injun Ridge a ways and when I leaned down to pick her up, my hoss started, my hand slipped, and I went off on my head kerblam. And do you know, I"ll bet I was three hours a-running from h.e.l.l to breakfast before I caught that hoss where he was feedin" in a narrow draw. I"m all tired out yet. They ain"t no strength in my legs."
"I"ll fix it up with Jack," Racey lied with a wonderfully straight face. "Don"t you worry."
"I ain"t worryin"," Peaches denied, irritably. "I ain"t afraid of Jack, I tell you."
"Sh.o.r.e," soothed Racey, who, having formed an estimate of Peaches, ranked him scarcely higher than McFluke and treated him accordingly.
"Sh.o.r.e, I know you ain"t. But alla same you need considerable of a coolin" off yoreself. Just you stay out here now and watch me get Morgan away."
Racey nodded blithely to Peaches Austin, and turned to go into the house. He saw that Chuck Morgan had come outside, that he had brought McFluke with him, and was observing events with a cold and calculating eye.
"I tell you I couldn"t help his getting the whiskey," McFluke was whining. "It ain"t my fault if somebody gives it to him, is it?"
"Of course not," chimed in Racey, briskly. "Mac means all right.
He didn"t know there was any law against providing old Dale with whiskey."
"They is a law," insisted Chuck Morgan, belligerently, his gun trained unswervingly on McFluke"s broad stomach. "They is a law. I made it.
And it goes. Peaches," he added, raising his voice, "don"t you slide round the house now. If you move so much as a yard from where yo"re standing I ventilate McFluke immediate."
"I wouldn"t do that," said Racey, mildly.
"I got my eye on you, too," declared Chuck. "What I said to Peaches goes for you, and don"t you forget it."
"I ain"t likely to, not me. All I want you to do is go some"ers else peaceful. You ain"t figuring on living here, are you?"
Chuck uttered a short, hard laugh. McFluke"s back was toward Racey.
Peaches Austin was behind him, thirty feet away. Racey"s left eyelid drooped. His head moved almost imperceptibly toward his horse.
"I"m going now," said Chuck.
"I"ll go with you just to see you on yore way sort of," said Racey.
"You was going with me anyway sort of," Chuck told him. "Yo"re the only _man_ round here so far"s I can see, and I ain"t taking any chances on you, not a chance. Yo"re going down the trail a spell with me. Later you can come back. Keep yore hands where they are."
Quickly Chuck shoved McFluke to one side, rushed forward, and possessed himself of Racey"s gun. "Crawl yore hoss," he commanded.
Racey obeyed without a word. Chuck climbed into his own saddle without losing the magic of the drop and without losing sight for an instant of McFluke and Peaches Austin.
"Take the trail south," said Chuck Morgan, and backed his horse in a wide half-circle.
Racey did as he was ordered. Three minutes later he was joined by his friend. Until the trail took them down into a draw grown up in spruce Chuck"s gun remained very much in evidence. Any unbiased spectator without a knowledge of the facts would have said that he was keeping a close watch on Racey Dawson.
Once out of sight of the house of McFluke, Chuck sheathed his sixshooter with a jerk and returned Racey"s gun.
"You did fine at the last," Racey said, admiringly, as he bolstered his weapon. "But what did you jump McFluke for thataway at first? That come almighty near kicking the kettle over, that play did."
"I know," said Chuck, shamefacedly, "and when I rode up to the shack I hadn"t intended anything like that. But when I saw that slickery juniper McFluke standing there behind the bar so fat and sa.s.sy, it come over me all of a sudden what he"d done to the Dale family by letting old Dale have whiskey, that I couldn"t help myself. Gawd, I wanted to knock him down and tromp his face flat as a floor. It ain"t as if McFluke ain"t been told about old Dale"s failing. I warned him when he first came here last year not to let old Dale have redeye on any account."
"I know," nodded Racey, soberly, "but you want to remember his giving old Dale whiskey ain"t the particular cow we"re after. There"s more to it than that, a whole lot more. We"ve got to be a li"l careful, Chuck, and go a li"l slow. If we go having a fraycas now they"ll get suspicious and go fussbudgettin" round like a hound-dog after quail."
"Just as if they won"t suspicion something"s up soon as Peaches Austin gets back to Farewell."
"Peaches Austin ain"t going back to Farewell right away. I"ve fixed Peaches for a few days. And a few days is all I need to find out what I want to. And even after Peaches does float in will he know me after I"ve changed my shirt, dirtied my hat, and got me a clean shave twice over? He ain"t got no idea what I look like under the whiskers. He wasn"t living in Farewell before I went north, so all he knows about me is my voice and my hoss. It will sh.o.r.e be the worst kind of luck if I can"t keep Peaches from hearing the one and seeing the other until after I"m ready. You leave it to yore uncle, Chuck. He knows."
"He"s a great man, my uncle," a.s.sented Chuck, and struck a derisive tongue in his cheek. "What did you find out from McFluke--anything?"
"Anything? Gimme a match and I"ll tell you."
CHAPTER VI
CHANGE OF PLAN
"It"s a long way to Arizona," offered Racey Dawson, casually--too casually.
Swing Tunstall"s bristle-haired head jerked round. Swing bent two suspicious eyes upon his friend. "You just find it out?" he queried.
"No, oh, no," denied Racey. "I"ve been thinking about it some time."
"Thinking!" sneered Swing. "That"s a new one--for you."
"Nemmine," countered Racey. "It ain"t catchin"--to _you_."
"_Is_ that so?" yammered Swing, now over his head as far as repartee was concerned. "Is _that_ so? What you ga.s.sing about Arizona for thisaway? You gonna renig on the trip?"
"I"ll bet there"s plenty of good jobs we can find right here in Farewell," dodged Racey. "_And_ vicinity," he amended. "Yep, Swing, old-timer, I"ll bet the Bar S or the Cross-in-a-box would hire us just too quick. Sh.o.r.e they would. It ain"t every day they get a chance at a jo-darter of a buster like--"
"Like the d.a.m.ndest liar in four states meaning you," cut in Swing.
"You"re right," admitted Racey, promptly. "When I was speaking of a jo-darter I meant you, so I was a liar. I admit it. I might "a" known you wouldn"t appreciate my kind words. Besides being several other things, you"re an ungrateful cuss. Gimme the makin"s."
"Smoke yore own, you hunk of misery. You had four extra sacks in yore warbags this morning."
"_Had_? So you been skirmishin" round my warbags, have you? How many of those sacks did you rustle?"