"He might "a" broke it when he fell after being shot," put in Luke Tweezy.
The sheriff shook his head. "He couldn"t fall hard enough to break them bones as bad as that. It"s like Racey says. Question is, who did he hit? McFluke"s eye and McFluke"s lies are a good enough answer for me."
"You"ll have to prove it!" snapped Luke Tweezy.
"I expect we"ll do that, Luke," the sheriff said, calmly. "Have you agreed on a verdict, Judge?"
"We had," replied Dolan. "We was about satisfied that a plain "killin"
by a person unknown," was as good as any, but I expect now we"ll change it to murder _with_ the recommendation that McFluke be arrested on suspicion. Whadda you say, boys?"
"Sh.o.r.e," chorussed the "boys," and hiccuped like so many bullfrogs.
"Whu-why not lul-let the shush-shpicion shlide," suggested one bright spirit, "an" cue-convict him right now an" lul-lynch him after shupper whu-when it"s cool?"
"No," vetoed Dolan, "it can"t be done. He"s gotta be indicted and held for the Grand Jury at Piegan City. I ain"t allowed to try murder cases."
"Tut-too bad," mourned the bright spirit, and refused to be comforted.
"Can I take him now, Judge?" inquired Chuck Morgan, referring to the dead man.
"Any time," nodded Dolan.
Racey Dawson, whose eyes that day were missing nothing, saw that Jack Harpe was looking steadily at Luke Tweezy. Luke"s nod was barely perceptible.
"Where were you thinking of taking him, Chuck?" was Tweezy"s query.
"Moccasin Spring," Chuck replied, laconically.
"I wouldn"t if I were you," said Luke Tweezy. "Better save trouble by taking him to yore house."
It was coming now--the answer to one puzzle at least. Racey was sure of it. He was not disappointed.
"And why had I better take him to my house?" demanded Chuck.
"Because the ranch at Moccasin Spring don"t belong to the Dale family any more," Tweezy explained, smoothly. "Dale has turned over the place to Lanpher and me."
"It"s a d.a.m.n lie!" declared Chuck.
Tweezy smiled. He was a lawyer, not a fighter. Names signified nothing in his greasy life. "It"s no lie," he tossed back. "You know Lanpher and me bought the mortgage on the Dale place from the Marysville bank.
The mortgage is due in a couple of days. Dale didn"t have the money to satisfy the mortgage. We was gonna foreclose. In order to save trouble all round he made the ranch over to us."
"You mean to tell me Dale did that just to save trouble?" burst out Racey. "Just because he liked you two fellers and wanted to make it as easy as possible for you? Aw, h.e.l.l, Tweezy. Aw, h.e.l.l again. Yo"re as poor a liar as yore side-kicker McFluke."
Tweezy smiled once more and drew forth a long and shiny pocket-book from the inner pocket of his vest. From the pocket-book he extracted a legal-looking doc.u.ment. Which doc.u.ment he handed to Sheriff Rule.
"Read her off, Jake," requested Luke Tweezy.
The sheriff read aloud the lines of writing. Shorn of the impressive terms so beloved of law and lawyers, the doc.u.ment set forth that in consideration of being allowed to retain all his live-stock, wagons, and household goods, instead of merely the fixed number of cattle, horses, and wagons, and those specified household articles, exempt from seizure under the law, Dale voluntarily released to the mortgagers, without the formality of foreclosure proceedings, the mortgaged property comprising six hundred and forty acres as described hereinafter, etcetera.
The doc.u.ment was signed by Dale and witnessed by Doc Coffin and Honey Hoke:
The sheriff held the paper out to Chuck Morgan. "This Dale"s signature, Chuck?"
Chuck Morgan examined the signature closely and long.
"Looks like it," he said, hesitatingly.
"It"s his signature, all right," spoke up Honey Hoke. "I saw him sign it."
"Me, too," said Doc Coffin.
"Paper"s dated to-day," said the sheriff. "How long before he was killed did Dale sign it, Luke?"
"About a hour," replied Tweezy.
"It"s made out in yore writin", ain"t it?" went on the sheriff.
"Sh.o.r.e," nodded Luke. "All but the signature. So, you see, Chuck,"
he continued, turning to Morgan, "you might as well pack him to yore house. We intend to take possession immediately."
"You do, huh," said Chuck. "You try it, tha.s.sall I gotta say. You try it."
"I"d admire to see you drive those women out of their home on the strength of that paper, Tweezy," remarked Racey.
"Sheriff, I"ll make out eviction papers immediately and Judge Dolan will have you serve them on the Dale family." Thus Luke Tweezy, bl.u.s.tering.
"That"s yore privilege," said the sheriff, "and I"ll have to serve "em, I suppose. But only in the regular course of business, Luke.
I"m mighty busy just now. Yore eviction notice will have to take its turn."
"My punchers will throw "em out then," averred Lanpher.
"They ain"t nary a one of "em would gorm up their paws on a job like that for you, Lanpher," Alicran stated in no uncertain tones. "If you got any dirty work to do you"ll do it yoreself."
"Yo"re--" began the 88 manager, and stopped suddenly.
"What was you gonna say?" Alicran"s voice cut sharply across the general silence.
Lanpher controlled himself by an effort. Or perhaps it was not such an effort, after all. It may have been that he remembered the object lesson of the severed branch of the wild currant bush. At any rate, he did not pursue further the subject of the 88 cowboys cast as an eviction gang.
"I"ll talk to you later, Alicran," said he in a tone he strove to make grimly menacing, but which actually imposed upon no one, least of all the truculent Alicran.
"We won"t need yore boys, Lanpher," said Racey. "The sheriff will attend to it."
"Lookit here, Tweezy," said Judge Dolan, slouching to the front of the crowd, "are you gonna run them women off thataway after _this_?" Here the Judge jerked his head backward in the direction of the body.
"Why not?" Tweezy demanded, sulkily. "We got a right to."
"It don"t always pay to stand on our rights, Luke," suggested the Judge. "I"d go a li"l easy if I was you."