"Aw, h.e.l.l, you fellers can"t make a monkey out of me."
"Bill Wingo seems to have done that pretty thoroughly," said Sam Larder with a fat man"s giggle.
"I"m not through with him yet," snarled Jack Murray.
"Where"s your sense of humor?" grinned Felix. "If you"ll take my advice you"ll walk round Bill Wingo like he was a swamp. Ain"t you had enough?"
"I want my money back!" squalled the indignant Jack.
Sam Larder kissed the tips of his plump fingers. "The money"s gone.
Can"t do anything about it now. Can we, Crafty?"
"Don"t see how."
Jack sat up stiffly, his face red with rage. "You fellers mean to tell me you"re gonna let me be robbed of sixteen hundred dollars?"
Felix Craft spread eloquent hands. "What can we do?"
"I thought you were friends of mine," disgustedly.
"We are," Sam hastened to a.s.sure him. "If we weren"t we"d have called in the sheriff long ago."
"What"s the sheriff got to do with it?"
"He"s got a warrant for your arrest--for a.s.sault and battery, malicious mischief, and a.s.sault with intent to kill. Besides, the folks hereabout have got it in for you. I wouldn"t be surprised if they hang you--give "em half a chance."
"I know they would, d.a.m.n "em, but as long as they don"t see me they can"t lynch me, and they ain"t likely to see me here in your house, Felix. But I don"t like the idea of that warrant."
"I suppose not," said Felix. "A warrant follows you all over while a necktie party generally stays close to home. And no matter what the present sheriff does, I got an idea Bill won"t forget that warrant any after he takes office-- Yeah, I know, cuss him out by all means, but after all, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I didn"t think he"d swear out a warrant," said Jack.
Felix tendered his mite. "There"s a reward offered, too."
A warrant was bad enough, but a _reward_! Many people would be on the lookout to earn such easy money.
Jack Murray felt an odd and sinking sensation in the region of his stomach. "How much is it?"
"Only three thousand dollars."
"Only, huh. Only? Who"s puttin" up the cash?"
"Riley Taylor put his name down for a thousand and Hazel"s uncle, Tom Walton, added six hundred, and----"
"Why, that sixteen hundred is _my own money_!" interrupted Jack Murray.
"I expect so," continued Felix. "The other fourteen hundred was made up around the town."
"I suppose you"ll tell me you fellers put it up yourselves," said the sarcastic Mr. Murray, who did not expect any such thing.
"Sure we did," said Felix. "We had to. Bill Wingo and Sam Prescott and Wildcat Simms brought the paper round, and we had to sign up. I"ll be out a hundred if you"re caught, Sam two hundred, Tip a hundred, Rafe the same, and that"s the way it went. Even the district attorney chipped in his ante."
Jack Murray was too horrified to speak for a minute. While he wrestled with his thoughts Sam Larder spoke.
"You see, Jack," said he, "we had to sit in. If we hadn"t, everybody would have said we sympathized with you, and we couldn"t afford that--not with elections coming on. It would never do. Never. You see how it is, I guess."
"Yes, I see," said Jack bitterly. "I see all right. I see you"ve skun me between you. That d.a.m.n reward will make me leave the territory for a while."
"Most sensible thing you could do," declared Sam Larder warmly. "We don"t want to see you get into any trouble, Jack. You"re young.
Starting somewhere else won"t be a hardship for you a-tall. We"ll be sorry to lose you," he concluded thoughtfully.
"You ain"t lost me yet," Jack snapped back. "I may pull out for awhile, but I"ll be back. You bet I"ll be back, and when I do come back I"ll sure make Bill Wingo hard to find."
"Don"t yell so loud," Sam cautioned him, "or you may have the opportunity sooner than you want it. You hadn"t oughta come here, anyhow. You dunno whether you were seen or not."
"And you don"t want to get a bad name, I expect," sneered Jack Murray.
"You expect right," Felix Craft said with candid bluntness.
"You see, we ain"t been openly connected with any scandal yet,"
contributed Sam Larder, glancing at the clock, "and while it ain"t daylight yet, still--" He paused meaningly.
"You want me to drag it, huh?" growled Jack.
"We-ell, maybe you"d better," admitted Sam.
"If fifty dollars would do you any good, here it is," said Felix, thrusting a hand into his trousers pocket.
Jack Murray spat on the floor. "T"ell with your money. I know who ain"t my friends now, all right, and you can gamble I"m a-going right quick. See you later."
So saying, Jack Murray rose and left them. He was careful to close the door quietly. When he was gone, Sam grinned at Felix. The latter broke anew into laughter.
"His own money!" crowed Felix Craft. "His own money offered as a reward! If that ain"t----"
But what it was, was drowned in the bellowing cackle of Sam Larder.
Billy Wingo removed his hat and stuck a brown head round the corner of the door jamb. "h.e.l.lo, Hazel!"
""Lo, Billy," said Hazel Walton, breaking another egg into the mixture of sugar and shortening in the yellow bowl. "Chase that sprucy chicken out, will you, there"s a dear."
Billy did not misunderstand. He had discovered that Hazel called any friend "dear." It was her way of showing her liking, that was all.
Nevertheless, the appellation never failed to give him a warm feeling that felt pleasant around his heart. He shooed out the marauding and molting Wyandotte and then sat down on the doorstep and regarded Hazel with approving eyes.
And Hazel Walton was undoubtedly good to look at as she stood there behind the kitchen table, stirring with a great spoon the contents of the yellow bowl. There were dimples in her pretty elbows that matched the one in her cheek. Billy could not see the ones in her elbows, but he knew they were there. Her eyes were downcast. He thought he had never seen such long lashes. The eyebrows were slim and perfect crescents. The round chin was made for the palm of a man"s hand. But her hair,--that was what Billy admired most of all. It was so heavy and thick. There was a bit of a wave in it, too. And it always looked neat and tidy. There were never any "scolding locks" at the nape of her neck, as there were on other necks that had come under his eye.
But he was not in love with her. Oh, no, not he. After his latest turn-down by Sally Jane, he had made a resolve not to fall in love again, ever. But there was no harm in going to see a girl. How could there be? Quite so.
"Your uncle home?" he asked after a cigarette had been constructed and lit.