"Who are you?" she demanded, suddenly.
"I"m a Texas Ranger," replied Duane.
"A TEXAS RANGER!" she echoed.
Floyd Lawson"s dark face turned pale.
"Miss Longstreth, I don"t need warrants to search houses," said Duane.
"I"m sorry to annoy you. I"d prefer to have your permission. A ruffian has taken refuge here--in your father"s house. He"s hidden somewhere.
May I look for him?"
"If you are indeed a ranger."
Duane produced his papers. Miss Longstreth haughtily refused to look at them.
"Miss Longstreth, I"ve come to make Fairdale a safer, cleaner, better place for women and children. I don"t wonder at your resentment. But to doubt me--insult me. Some day you may be sorry."
Floyd Lawson made a violent motion with his hands.
"All stuff! Cousin, go on with your party. I"ll take a couple of cowboys and go with this--this Texas Ranger."
"Thanks," said Duane, coolly, as he eyed Lawson. "Perhaps you"ll be able to find Snecker quicker than I could."
"What do you mean?" demanded Lawson, and now he grew livid. Evidently he was a man of fierce quick pa.s.sions.
"Don"t quarrel," said Miss Longstreth. "Floyd, you go with him. Please hurry. I"ll be nervous till--the man"s found or you"re sure there"s not one."
They started with several cowboys to search the house. They went through the rooms searching, calling out, peering into dark places. It struck Duane more than forcibly that Lawson did all the calling. He was hurried, too, tried to keep in the lead. Duane wondered if he knew his voice would be recognized by the hiding man. Be that as it might, it was Duane who peered into a dark corner and then, with a gun leveled, said "Come out!"
He came forth into the flare--a tall, slim, dark-faced youth, wearing sombrero, blouse and trousers. Duane collared him before any of the others could move and held the gun close enough to make him shrink. But he did not impress Duane as being frightened just then; nevertheless, he had a clammy face, the pallid look of a man who had just gotten over a shock. He peered into Duane"s face, then into that of the cowboy next to him, then into Lawson"s, and if ever in Duane"s life he beheld relief it was then. That was all Duane needed to know, but he meant to find out more if he could.
"Who"re you?" asked Duane, quietly.
"Bo Snecker," he said.
"What"d you hide here for?"
He appeared to grow sullen.
"Reckoned I"d be as safe in Longstreth"s as anywheres."
"Ranger, what"ll you do with him?" Lawson queried, as if uncertain, now the capture was made.
"I"ll see to that," replied Duane, and he pushed Snecker in front of him out into the court.
Duane had suddenly conceived the idea of taking Snecker before Mayor Longstreth in the court.
When Duane arrived at the hall where court was held there were other men there, a dozen or more, and all seemed excited; evidently, news of Duane had preceded him. Longstreth sat at a table up on a platform. Near him sat a thick-set grizzled man, with deep eyes, and this was Hanford Owens, county judge. To the right stood a tall, angular, yellow-faced fellow with a drooping sandy mustache. Conspicuous on his vest was a huge silver shield. This was Gorsech, one of Longstreth"s sheriffs.
There were four other men whom Duane knew by sight, several whose faces were familiar, and half a dozen strangers, all dusty hors.e.m.e.n.
Longstreth pounded hard on the table to be heard. Mayor or not, he was unable at once to quell the excitement. Gradually, however, it subsided, and from the last few utterances before quiet was restored Duane gathered that he had intruded upon some kind of a meeting in the hall.
"What"d you break in here for," demanded Longstreth.
"Isn"t this the court? Aren"t you the Mayor of Fairdale?" interrogated Duane. His voice was clear and loud, almost piercing.
"Yes," replied Longstreth. Like flint he seemed, yet Duane felt his intense interest.
"I"ve arrested a criminal," said Duane.
"Arrested a criminal!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Longstreth. "You? Who"re you?"
"I"m a ranger," replied Duane.
A significant silence ensued.
"I charge Snecker with a.s.sault on Laramie and attempted robbery--if not murder. He"s had a shady past here, as this court will know if it keeps a record."
"What"s this I hear about you, Bo? Get up and speak for yourself," said Longstreth, gruffly.
Snecker got up, not without a furtive glance at Duane, and he had shuffled forward a few steps toward the Mayor. He had an evil front, but not the boldness even of a rustler.
"It ain"t so, Longstreth," he began, loudly. "I went in Laramie"s place fer grub. Some feller I never seen before come in from the hall an" hit Laramie an" wrestled him on the floor. I went out. Then this big ranger chased me an" fetched me here. I didn"t do nothin". This ranger"s hankerin" to arrest somebody. Thet"s my hunch, Longstreth."
Longstreth said something in an undertone to Judge Owens, and that worthy nodded his great bushy head.
"Bo, you"re discharged," said Longstreth, bluntly. "Now the rest of you clear out of here."
He absolutely ignored the ranger. That was his rebuff to Duane--his slap in the face to an interfering ranger service. If Longstreth was crooked he certainly had magnificent nerve. Duane almost decided he was above suspicion. But his nonchalance, his air of finality, his authoritative a.s.surance--these to Duane"s keen and practiced eyes were in significant contrast to a certain tenseness of line about his mouth and a slow paling of his olive skin. In that momentary lull Duane"s scrutiny of Longstreth gathered an impression of the man"s intense curiosity.
Then the prisoner, Snecker, with a cough that broke the spell of silence, shuffled a couple of steps toward the door.
"Hold on!" called Duane. The call halted Snecker, as if it had been a bullet.
"Longstreth, I saw Snecker attack Laramie," said Duane, his voice still ringing. "What has the court to say to that?"
"The court has this to say. West of the Pecos we"ll not aid any ranger service. We don"t want you out here. Fairdale doesn"t need you."
"That"s a lie, Longstreth," retorted Duane. "I"ve letters from Fairdale citizens all begging for ranger service."
Longstreth turned white. The veins corded at his temples. He appeared about to burst into rage. He was at a loss for quick reply.
Floyd Lawson rushed in and up to the table. The blood showed black and thick in his face; his utterance was incoherent, his uncontrollable outbreak of temper seemed out of all proportion to any cause he should reasonably have had for anger. Longstreth shoved him back with a curse and a warning glare.
"Where"s your warrant to arrest Snecker?" shouted Longstreth.
"I don"t need warrants to make arrests. Longstreth, you"re ignorant of the power of Texas Rangers."