"Well, then--I"ll do anything for you."
"Oh, thank you! I"m ashamed that I believed my cousin Floyd! He lied--he lied. I"m all in the dark, strangely distressed. My father wants me to go back home. Floyd is trying to keep me here. They"ve quarreled. Oh, I know something dreadful will happen. I know I"ll need you if--if--Will you help me?"
"Yes," replied Duane, and his look brought the blood to her face.
CHAPTER XIX
After supper Duane stole out for his usual evening"s spying. The night was dark, without starlight, and a stiff wind rustled the leaves. Duane bent his steps toward the Longstreth"s ranchhouse. He had so much to think about that he never knew where the time went. This night when he reached the edge of the shrubbery he heard Lawson"s well-known footsteps and saw Longstreth"s door open, flashing a broad bar of light in the darkness. Lawson crossed the threshold, the door closed, and all was dark again outside. Not a ray of light escaped from the window.
Little doubt there was that his talk with Longstreth would be interesting to Duane. He tiptoed to the door and listened, but could hear only a murmur of voices. Besides, that position was too risky. He went round the corner of the house.
This side of the big adobe house was of much older construction than the back and larger part. There was a narrow pa.s.sage between the houses, leading from the outside through to the patio.
This pa.s.sage now afforded Duane an opportunity, and he decided to avail himself of it in spite of the very great danger. Crawling on very stealthily, he got under the shrubbery to the entrance of the pa.s.sage.
In the blackness a faint streak of light showed the location of a crack in the wall. He had to slip in sidewise. It was a tight squeeze, but he entered without the slightest noise. As he progressed the pa.s.sage grew a very little wider in that direction, and that fact gave rise to the thought that in case of a necessary and hurried exit he would do best by working toward the patio. It seemed a good deal of time was consumed in reaching a vantage-point. When he did get there the crack he had marked was a foot over his head. There was nothing to do but find toe-holes in the crumbling walls, and by bracing knees on one side, back against the other, hold himself up Once with his eye there he did not care what risk he ran. Longstreth appeared disturbed; he sat stroking his mustache; his brow was clouded. Lawson"s face seemed darker, more sullen, yet lighted by some indomitable resolve.
"We"ll settle both deals to-night," Lawson was saying. "That"s what I came for."
"But suppose I don"t choose to talk here?" protested Longstreth, impatiently. "I never before made my house a place to--"
"We"ve waited long enough. This place"s as good as any. You"ve lost your nerve since that ranger hit the town. First now, will you give Ray to me?"
"Floyd; you talk like a spoiled boy. Give Ray to you! Why, she"s a woman, and I"m finding out that she"s got a mind of her own. I told you I was willing for her to marry you. I tried to persuade her. But Ray hasn"t any use for you now. She liked you at first. But now she doesn"t.
So what can I do?"
"You can make her marry me," replied Lawson.
"Make that girl do what she doesn"t want to? It couldn"t be done even if I tried. And I don"t believe I"ll try. I haven"t the highest opinion of you as a prospective son-in-law, Floyd. But if Ray loved you I would consent. We"d all go away together before this d.a.m.ned miserable business is out. Then she"d never know. And maybe you might be more like you used to be before the West ruined you. But as matters stand, you fight your own game with her. And I"ll tell you now you"ll lose."
"What"d you want to let her come out here for?" demanded Lawson, hotly.
"It was a dead mistake. I"ve lost my head over her. I"ll have her or die. Don"t you think if she was my wife I"d soon pull myself together?
Since she came we"ve none of us been right. And the gang has put up a holler. No, Longstreth, we"ve got to settle things to-night."
"Well, we can settle what Ray"s concerned in, right now," replied Longstreth, rising. "Come on; we"ll ask her. See where you stand."
They went out, leaving the door open. Duane dropped down to rest himself and to wait. He would have liked to hear Miss Longstreth"s answer. But he could guess what it would be. Lawson appeared to be all Duane had thought him, and he believed he was going to find out presently that he was worse.
The men seemed to be absent a good while, though that feeling might have been occasioned by Duane"s thrilling interest and anxiety. Finally he heard heavy steps. Lawson came in alone. He was leaden-faced, humiliated. Then something abject in him gave place to rage. He strode the room; he cursed. Then Longstreth returned, now appreciably calmer.
Duane could not but decide that he felt relief at the evident rejection of Lawson"s proposal.
"Don"t fuss about it, Floyd," he said. "You see I can"t help it. We"re pretty wild out here, but I can"t rope my daughter and give her to you as I would an unruly steer."
"Longstreth, I can MAKE her marry me," declared Lawson, thickly.
"How?"
"You know the hold I got on you--the deal that made you boss of this rustler gang?"
"It isn"t likely I"d forget," replied Longstreth, grimly.
"I can go to Ray, tell her that, make her believe I"d tell it broadcast--tell this ranger--unless she"d marry me."
Lawson spoke breathlessly, with haggard face and shadowed eyes. He had no shame. He was simply in the grip of pa.s.sion. Longstreth gazed with dark, controlled fury at this relative. In that look Duane saw a strong, unscrupulous man fallen into evil ways, but still a man. It betrayed Lawson to be the wild and pa.s.sionate weakling. Duane seemed to see also how during all the years of a.s.sociation this strong man had upheld the weak one. But that time had gone for ever, both in intent on Longstreth"s part and in possibility. Lawson, like the great majority of evil and unrestrained men on the border, had reached a point where influence was futile. Reason had degenerated. He saw only himself.
"But, Floyd, Ray"s the one person on earth who must never know I"m a rustler, a thief, a red-handed ruler of the worst gang on the border,"
replied Longstreth, impressively.
Floyd bowed his head at that, as if the significance had just occurred to him. But he was not long at a loss.
"She"s going to find it out sooner or later. I tell you she knows now there"s something wrong out here. She"s got eyes. Mark what I say."
"Ray has changed, I know. But she hasn"t any idea yet that her daddy"s a boss rustler. Ray"s concerned about what she calls my duty as mayor.
Also I think she"s not satisfied with my explanations in regard to certain property."
Lawson halted in his restless walk and leaned against the stone mantelpiece. He had his hands in his pockets. He squared himself as if this was his last stand. He looked desperate, but on the moment showed an absence of his usual nervous excitement.
"Longstreth, that may well be true," he said. "No doubt all you say is true. But it doesn"t help me. I want the girl. If I don"t get her--I reckon we"ll all go to h.e.l.l!"
He might have meant anything, probably meant the worst. He certainly had something more in mind. Longstreth gave a slight start, barely perceptible, like the switch of an awakening tiger. He sat there, head down, stroking his mustache. Almost Duane saw his thought. He had long experience in reading men under stress of such emotion. He had no means to vindicate his judgment, but his conviction was that Longstreth right then and there decided that the thing to do was to kill Lawson.
For Duane"s part he wondered that Longstreth had not come to such a conclusion before. Not improbably the advent of his daughter had put Longstreth in conflict with himself.
Suddenly he threw off a somber cast of countenance, and he began to talk. He talked swiftly, persuasively, yet Duane imagined he was talking to smooth Lawson"s pa.s.sion for the moment. Lawson no more caught the fateful significance of a line crossed, a limit reached, a decree decided than if he had not been present. He was obsessed with himself.
How, Duane wondered, had a man of his mind ever lived so long and gone so far among the exacting conditions of the Southwest? The answer was, perhaps, that Longstreth had guided him, upheld him, protected him. The coming of Ray Longstreth had been the entering-wedge of dissension.
"You"re too impatient," concluded Longstreth. "You"ll ruin any chance of happiness if you rush Ray. She might be won. If you told her who I am she"d hate you for ever. She might marry you to save me, but she"d hate you. That isn"t the way. Wait. Play for time. Be different with her.
Cut out your drinking. She despises that. Let"s plan to sell out here--stock, ranch, property--and leave the country. Then you"d have a show with her."
"I told you we"ve got to stick," growled Lawson. "The gang won"t stand for our going. It can"t be done unless you want to sacrifice everything."
"You mean double-cross the men? Go without their knowing? Leave them here to face whatever comes?"
"I mean just that."
"I"m bad enough, but not that bad," returned Longstreth. "If I can"t get the gang to let me off, I"ll stay and face the music. All the same, Lawson, did it ever strike you that most of the deals the last few years have been YOURS?"
"Yes. If I hadn"t rung them in there wouldn"t have been any. You"ve had cold feet, and especially since this ranger has been here."
"Well, call it cold feet if you like. But I call it sense. We reached our limit long ago. We began by rustling a few cattle--at a time when rustling was laughed at. But as our greed grew so did our boldness. Then came the gang, the regular trips, the one thing and another till, before we knew it--before I knew it--we had shady deals, holdups, and MURDERS on our record. Then we HAD to go on. Too late to turn back!"
"I reckon we"ve all said that. None of the gang wants to quit. They all think, and I think, we can"t be touched. We may be blamed, but nothing can be proved. We"re too strong."
"There"s where you"re dead wrong," rejoined Longstreth, emphatically.
"I imagined that once, not long ago. I was bullheaded. Who would ever connect Granger Longstreth with a rustler gang? I"ve changed my mind.
I"ve begun to think. I"ve reasoned out things. We"re crooked, and we can"t last. It"s the nature of life, even here, for conditions to grow better. The wise deal for us would be to divide equally and leave the country, all of us."
"But you and I have all the stock--all the gain," protested Lawson.