The burly youth (it was evident that he was not wholly sober) glared at Racey Dawson. "Sh.o.r.e it"s him!" he declared. "Whatell you hidin"
him for? Get outa the way!"
Whereupon the burly youth advanced upon Racey.
This was different. Oh, quite. The burly youth had by his brusque manner and rude remarks included Racey in his (the burly youth"s) business.
Racey met the burly youth rather more than halfway. He hit him so hard on the nose that the other flipped backward through the doorway and landed on his ear on the sidewalk.
Racey followed him out. The burly youth, bleeding copiously from the nose, sat up and fumbled uncertainly for his gun.
"No," said Racey with decision, aiming his sixshooter at the word.
"You leave that gun alone, and lemme tell you, stranger, while we"re together, that I want to buy that pup of yores. A gent like you ain"t fit company for a self-respecting dog to a.s.sociate with. Nawsir."
"You got the drop," grumbled the burly youth.
"Which is one on you," Racey observed, good-humouredly.
"Maybe I"ll be seein" you again," suggested the other.
"Don"t lemme see you first," advised Racey. "Never mind getting up.
Just sit nice and quiet like a good boy, and keep the li"l hands spread out all so pretty with the thumbs locked over yore head. "At"s the boy. How much for yore dog, feller?"
"What you done to my dog?" A woman"s voice broke on Racey"s ears. But he did not remove his slightly narrowed eyes from the face of the burly youth.
"What you done to my dog?" The question was repeated, and the speaker came close to the burly youth and looked down at him. Now that the woman was within his range of vision Racey perceived that she was the Happy Heart lookout, a good-looking creature with brown hair and a lithe figure.
The girl"s fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles showed whitely against the pink. Two red spots flared on the white skin of her cheeks.
"Dam yore soul!" swore the lady. "I want my dog! How many tunes I gotta ask you, huh? Where is he? Say somethin", you dumb lump of slum gullion!"
"He ain"t yore dog!" denied the burly youth. "He never was yores! He"s mine, you--!"
Which last was putting it pretty strongly, even for the time, the place, and the girl. She promptly swung a brisk right toe, kicked the burly youth under the chin, and flattened him out.
"That"ll learn you to call me names!" she snarled. "So long as I act like a lady, I"m a-gonna be treated like one, and I"ll break the neck of the man who acts different, and you can stick a pin in that, you dirty-mouthed beast!"
Muttering profanely true to form, the aforementioned beast essayed to rise. But here again Racey and his ready gun held him to the ground in a sitting position.
"You leave her alone," commanded Racey. "You got what was coming to yuh. Let it go at that. The lady says it"s her dog, anyway."
"It"s my dog, I tell yuh! I--"
"Yo"re a liar!" averred the girl. "You kicked the dog out when he was sick, and I took him in and tended him and got him well. If that don"t make him my dog what does?"
"Correct," said Racey. "Call him."
The girl put two fingers in her mouth and whistled shrilly. Forth from the Canton came the dog on the jump and bounced into the girl"s arms and began to lick her ear with despatch and enthusiasm.
"You see how it is," Racey indicated to the man on the ground. "It"s the lady"s dog. You can go now."
The burly youth stared stupidly.
"You heard what I said," Racey told him, impatiently. "G"on. Go some"ers else. Get outa here."
"Say," remarked the burly youth in what was intended to be a menacing growl, "this party ain"t over yet."
"Ain"t you been enough of a fool already to-day?" interrupted Racey.
"You ain"t asking for it, are you?"
"You can"t run no blazer on me," denied the other, furiously.
Racey promptly holstered his sixshooter. "Now"s yore best time," he said, quietly.
When the smoke cleared away there was a rent in the sleeve of Racey"s shirt and the burly youth sat rocking his body to and fro and groaning through gritted teeth. For there was a red-hot hole in his right shoulder which hurt him considerably.
Racey Dawson gazed dumbly down at the muzzle of his sixshooter from which a slim curl of gray smoke spiralled lazily upward. Then his eyes veered to the man he had shot and to the man"s sixshooter lying on the edge of the sidewalk. It, too, like his own gun, was thinly smoking at the muzzle. The burly youth put a hand to his shoulder. The fingers came away red. Racey was glad he had not killed him. He had not intended to. But accidents will happen.
He stepped forward and kicked the burly youth"s discarded sixshooter into the middle of the street. He looked about him. The girl and her dog had vanished.
Kansas Casey had taken her place apparently. From windows and doorways along the street peered interested faces. One knew that they were interested despite their careful lack of all expression. It is never well to openly express approval of a shooting. The shooter undoubtedly has friends, and little breaches of etiquette are always remembered.
Racey Dawson looked at Kansas Casey and shoved his sixshooter down into its holster.
"It was an even break," announced Racey.
"Sh.o.r.e," Kansas nodded. "I seen it. There"ll be no trouble--from us,"
he added, significantly.
The deputy sheriff knelt beside the wounded man. Racey Dawson went into the Happy Heart. He felt that he needed a drink. When he came out five minutes later the burly youth had been carried away. Remained a stain of dark red on the sidewalk where he had been sitting. Piggy Wadsworth, the plump owner of the dance-hall, legs widespread and arms akimbo, was inspecting the red stain thoughtfully. He was joined by the storekeeper, Calloway, and two other men. None of them was aware of Racey Dawson standing in front of the Happy Heart.
"Was it there?" inquired Calloway.
"Yeah," said Piggy. "Right there. I seen the whole fraycas. Racey stood here an"--"
At this point Racey Dawson went elsewhere.
CHAPTER III
THE TALL STRANGER
"You"ll have to manage it yoreself." Lanpher, the manager of the 88 ranch, was speaking, and there was finality in his tone.
"You mean you don"t wanna appear in the deal a-tall," sneered his companion.