"Mighty easy," said Felix Craft, altering slightly the angle of the weapon"s barrel.
Billy hitched himself up to a sitting position. By means of the bed"s two pillows he made himself comfortable against the wall.
"You spoke of some business," he said. "Le"s hear it."
Tip cleared his throat. "It ain"t much. All we want is for you to leave us alone."
"Seems to me you asked me something like that before," mused Billy.
"And your answer was unsatisfactory."
"What kind of an answer did you expect?"
"We expected you"d be a sensible man, the sort of feller who wouldn"t throw down his friends."
"You said that before, too."
Tip nodded. "We still think maybe you can be brought to see our side of it."
"We don"t want to do anything we"d all be sorry for," Felix Craft nipped in significantly.
"Hear the clanking chains," said Billy. "The man"s threatening me, I do believe."
Craft returned his stare woodenly.
"You see," Tip remarked, "we expect to do a li"l business this year."
"Do you think this will be a good year for business?" Billy c.o.c.ked a questioning eyebrow.
"We hope so, we hope so," p.r.o.nounced Tip. "I"ll be open with you, Bill. If you keep on nosing into our affairs the way you"ve started in, we"ll lose money. Couldn"t help but lose it. You didn"t take office till the first of January and business won"t be done in any volume till well into the year----"
"When the ground is hard," interrupted Billy, "and the volume of business won"t be apt to leave telltale tracks. I get the innards of your meaning."
"Exactly. So you see how absolutely necessary it is for us to be sure that you won"t horn into any of our li"l deals."
"We intend to be sure," declared Craft.
"Tip," said Billy, "that man is threatening me again. You stop him.
He makes me nervous. Sometimes I almost think he means it."
"I"m afraid he does mean it," said Tip. "I--we don"t want to do you any harm, Bill, physically or otherwise. You understand, that, don"t you?"
"Seein" that you keep on tellin" me so over and over, I"ll try and believe it. But what I want to know is if you decide finally to do me harm, physically or otherwise, what kind of harm you"ll do. Will you drop me over the cliff on a dark and moonlight night and dash my quiverin" body to death on the cruel rocks below, or will you slip a li"l wolf poison into my morning coffee, or will you just cut my throat or what? I"d like to know. Honest, I would. My curiosity is standin"
on its hind legs."
"It"s no joke," Tip told him seriously.
"Of course it ain"t. Who said it was. Not me. I"m serious as lead in your lung. Likewise I"m scared to death. If I was standin" up you"d hear my knees clacking together. Not to disappoint you I"ll shake the bed. There! How"s that?"
He grinned at them disarmingly. They did not return the grin.
"Might as well tell him now," suggested Craft.
Tip nodded. "I was going to. Bill, you left your office in Golden Bar last night." He paused, looking up at the ceiling.
"You needn"t try to make me think you"re making it up as you go along,"
Billy fleered with a wink. "I know better. Flap along, flap along."
"You took your rifle with you and both your guns," resumed Tip. "You went to the stable and saddled your red-and-white pinto and rode out of town."
"Right down Main Street, I suppose, where everybody could see me?"
"Nothing so coa.r.s.e as that. You were careful to strike the shelter of the cottonwoods that grow so close to the rear of your corral."
Bill"s eyes widened with well-feigned enjoyment. He was reasonably sure he knew what was coming. "I"ll bet somebody saw me, alla same."
"Several people saw you, saw you so plainly that they could swear to your ident.i.ty on the witness stand."
Billy leaned forward interestedly. "They _could_, but would they?"
"All five of "em would."
"Five, huh? Don"t you think that"s a good many folks to have on hand so providentially, a night like last night? Raining and blowing for Gawd"s sake, remember? You don"t want to override this thing--whatever it is."
Felix Craft laughed sardonically. "We won"t. Don"t you worry any about that, Bill. We"ve thought it out pretty average careful."
"That"s good. I"d be sorry to see you fellers make any mistakes.
Go"n, Tippy, old settler. You"ve got to where me and my gallant steed are a-skulking in the underbrush with half the town watching us like lynxes. What did I do next?"
"You haven"t done it yet. And whether you do it or not all depends on yourself. If you stay stubborn, then this afternoon you"ll hold up the Hillsville stage."
"Don"t lemme forget myself too much. Will I wear a mask?"
"Naturally--and your horse will be seen, your red-and-white pinto that everybody knows. It"s something like the trick you worked on Driver and Slike. We listened very careful to your testimony at the hearing.
We"re grateful to you for the idea, Bill."
Bill tossed away all credit with a wave of his hand. "Oh, you clever fellers would have thought of something just as good. Trust you.
Next."
"Everybody on the stage will be able to swear to your clothes and your horse and your guns. One of your guns has a bra.s.s guard. That gun especially will be remembered."
"You do think of everything," Bill said in admiration. "But does it sound natural that I"d be using my horse, especially such a conspicuous-lookin" horse as that red-and-white pinto, right where everybody in the stage could see him? Even if I am crazy enough to hold up the stage, you"ve gotta give me credit for a li"l sense."
"I said there wouldn"t be any coa.r.s.e work," averred Tip. "Your horse will be tied in a li"l patch of woods put of sight of the stage, but just about the time you"re lining the pa.s.sengers up on the trail, your horse will bust out of the li"l patch of woods and show himself plain for everybody to take a look at."
"Somebody will have to drive him out. Suppose _he"s_ seen, too?"
Tip shook a lazy head. "Not him. He won"t be seen. It will all look mighty natural like an accident. Somethin" scared the horse, that"s all."