"I"ll let it go!" Racey grated through set teeth, and he let it go with a backward flip to the lower branches of the severe curb bit that instantly sent the horse on its hind legs. If Luke Tweezy had not quickwittedly smacked the animal between the ears with the b.u.t.t of his quirt it would have continued the motion to a backfall and rolled its rider out.
"Tough luck," mourned Racey, sorry to observe that Luke had contrived to ward off an accident. "I was expecting to see that horn dislocate yore latest meal. If you ain"t quite so set on going to the house you can flit."
"I wanna see Mrs. Dale," persisted the lawyer in a strangled voice.
"I come to offer her money. I wanna do her a favour, can"t you understand?"
"I can"t," was the frank reply. "I can"t see you doing anybody a favour or giving away any money. C"mon, get a-going."
It was then that the lawyer lifted up his voice and shouted aloud for Mrs. Dale. Undoubtedly Racey would have done Tweezy a mischief had he been given time. But unfortunately Molly Dale came to the lawyer"s rescue precisely as she had once come to the rescue of his partner in evil, the bulldozer Lanpher. As it was Racey had contrived to pull Luke Tweezy partly from the saddle when Molly arrived and forced her defender to release his victim.
Reluctantly Racey dropped the leg he held and allowed Tweezy to come to earth on his hands and knees.
"What do you want?" inquired Molly, regarding Tweezy much as she would have regarded a poisonous reptile.
"I want to see yore mother," snuffled Tweezy, applying his sleeve to his nose. He had in the mixup smote his swell fork with the organ in question and it had begun to bleed.
"Why?"
"I want to pay her money to go away quietly," said Tweezy, switching from his sleeve to his handkerchief. "I--"
"Here she is," interrupted Molly. "Tell her."
"How do, ma"am," said Luke to the wet-eyed widow. "I guess it ain"t necessary for me to go through a lot of explanations with you. You know what"s what, and you know we"ll take possession just as soon as the sheriff serves the eviction papers on you."
At this Racey Dawson made a noise in his throat. Molly laid cool fingers on his wrist.
"Steady, boy, steady," she whispered under her breath.
Despite the seriousness of the moment Racey"s heart skipped a beat and the pleasantest shiver in the world ran about his body. "Boy!" she had called him. "Boy." Her hand was actually touching his own. He--
"I don"t want to be hard on you, Mis" Dale," resumed Luke, after an apprehensive glance at Racey Dawson. "I don"t like to be hard on anybody that"s sittin" into a run of hard luck, but business is business, ma"am. You know that. And after all I"m--we"re only asking for what we"re by rights ent.i.tled to. We got t.i.tle to this place fair and square, and--"
"t.i.tle, huh?" struck in Racey, unable to keep silent. "Not yet you ain"t."
"S-s-sh," breathed Molly, tightening her grip on his wrist.
"It"s like I say, Mis" Dale," Luke Tweezy burred on from behind his handkerchief, "I ain"t got any wish to add to yore troubles, and so I got my partner to agree for me to give you five hundred dollars cash money if you"ll pack up and clear out quiet and peaceful."
"Don"t you do it, Mis" Dale!" urged Racey. "There"s a trick in that offer."
"They ain"t any trick!" contradicted Luke Tweezy, vehemently. "I just wanna save trouble, tha.s.sall."
Save trouble! That had been Lanpher"s reason for coming the day he rode through the garden. Save trouble, indeed.
"If yo"re so sh.o.r.e the sheriff is going to serve those eviction papers," said Racey as calmly as he could because of the warning pressure on his wrist, "if yo"re so sh.o.r.e why are you giving away five hundred?"
"Because I don"t like to be hard on Mis" Dale. Then, again, I"ll admit we wanna get in here soon as we can."
"You admit it, huh? That"s a good one, that is. Don"t you do it, Mis"
Dale. You stand pat."
"I don"t want your five hundred dollars," said Mrs. Dale.
"Seven-fifty," climbed up Tweezy.
Mrs. Dale shook her head. "No."
"One thousand," Tweezy raised his ante.
"Lemme throw him out, Mis" Dale?" begged Racey Dawson. "Just lemme throw him out, and I"ll guarantee he"ll never bother you again."
Again Mrs. Dale shook her head, and the pressure on Racey"s wrist increased. "You mustn"t touch him," said Mrs. Dale. "He"ll go."
"Think it over," Tweezy blundered on. "One thousand dollars gratis cash money in yore hands if you"ll leave at once."
"I"ll wait awhile," said Mrs. Dale. "Please go."
Luke Tweezy opened his mouth to speak. Racey broke from Molly"s detaining grasp and stepped between him and Mrs. Dale, and Tweezy closed his mouth without speaking.
"You heard what she said," Racey drawled, softly. "Git."
And Tweezy got.
"Do you think the sheriff will put us out?" asked Mrs. Dale, twisting a corner of her ap.r.o.n between her hands.
"He"ll take all the time to it he can," Racey evaded the direct reply.
"But whatever happens don"t think of taking any offer like that of Tweezy"s. It"s a trick, tha.s.sall. No matter who comes to you nor what he offers don"t you move till--Well, anyway, Judge Dolan and Jake Rule are with you from soda to hock, and they"ll do all they can to hold things at a stand-still till I can fix it all up. You must remember that I know what you dunno, and when I say that everything will end fine and daisy you better believe I know what I"m talking about."
Molly looked at him keenly. "Racey, that"s the third or fourth time you"ve said that. I wonder if you really have something up your sleeve."
"Of course I have," Racey insisted. "You wait. You"ll see."
"What do you know? Tell us."
"Never mind, and I won"t. It might spoil everything if I told you. You just leave it to me."
He had definitely made his bluff. He would have to make good. And he no more knew how to make good in the business than the year-old baby busy with its toes. But ere this men have killed dragons and made wonders come to pa.s.s all for the sake of their ladies" eyes. Men as prosaic and matter-of-fact as the puncher, Racey Dawson. Quite so.
Half-an-hour after the departure of Luke Tweezy Mr. Saltoun and Tom Loudon rode in on lathered horses. They were, it seemed, journeying homeward from the 88 whither they had gone in an endeavour to persuade Lanpher and Tweezy to sell the Dale mortgage.
"Tweezy, huh?" said Racey. "He"s just left here."
"He must "a" rode like the devil," said Mr. Saltoun. "He was in the office with Lanpher when we left."
"I thought I noticed a feller off to the south of us as we come along," observed Loudon. "He was just a-boilin". I only saw him the once as he slid by the mouth of a draw. Looked like he was trying to keep out of sight. Rode a gray hoss."
"Tweezy rode a gray," nodded Racey.
"Him, all right. What did he want here, Racey?"