It was what was behind Steele that seemed to make him more than an officer--a man.
I could feel how he began to loom up, the embodiment of a powerful force--the Ranger Service--the fame of which, long known to this lawless Pecos gang, but scouted as a vague and distant thing, now became an actuality, a Ranger in the flesh, whose surprising attributes included both the law and the enforcement of it.
When I reached the ranch the excitement had preceded me. Miss Sampson and Sally, both talking at once, acquainted me with the fact that they had been in a store on the main street a block or more from Martin"s place.
They had seen the crowd, heard the uproar; and, as they had been hurriedly started toward home by their attendant d.i.c.k, they had encountered Steele stalking by.
"He looked grand!" exclaimed Sally.
Then I told the girls the whole story in detail.
"Russ, is it true, just as you tell it?" inquired Diane earnestly.
"Absolutely. I know Mrs. Price went to Steele with her trouble. I was in Martin"s place when he entered. Also I was playing in the crooked game.
And I saw him wreck Martin"s place. Also, I heard him forbid Martin to start another place in Linrock."
"Then he does do splendid things," she said softly, as if affirming to herself.
I walked on then, having gotten a glimpse of Colonel Sampson in the background. Before I reached the corrals Sally came running after me, quite flushed and excited.
"Russ, my uncle wants to see you," she said. "He"s in a bad temper.
Don"t lose yours, please."
She actually took my hand. What a child she was, in all ways except that fatal propensity to flirt. Her statement startled me out of any further thought of her. Why did Sampson want to see me? He never noticed me. I dreaded facing him--not from fear, but because I must see more and more of the signs of guilt in Diane"s father.
He awaited me on the porch. As usual, he wore riding garb, but evidently he had not been out so far this day. He looked worn. There was a furtive shadow in his eyes. The haughty, imperious temper, despite Sally"s conviction, seemed to be in abeyance.
"Russ, what"s this I hear about Martin"s saloon being cleaned out?" he asked. "d.i.c.k can"t give particulars."
Briefly and concisely I told the colonel exactly what had happened. He chewed his cigar, then spat it out with an unintelligible exclamation.
"Martin"s no worse than others," he said. "Blandy leans to crooked faro.
I"ve tried to stop that, anyway. If Steele can, more power to him!"
Sampson turned on his heel then and left me with a queer feeling of surprise and pity.
He had surprised me before, but he had never roused the least sympathy.
It was probably that Sampson was indeed powerless, no matter what his position.
I had known men before who had become involved in crime, yet were too manly to sanction a crookedness they could not help.
Miss Sampson had been standing in her door. I could tell she had heard; she looked agitated. I knew she had been talking to her father.
"Russ, he hates the Ranger," she said. "That"s what I fear. It"ll bring trouble on us. Besides, like everybody here, he"s biased. He can"t see anything good in Steele. Yet he says: "More power to him!" I"m mystified, and, oh, I"m between two fires!"
Steele"s next noteworthy achievement was as new to me as it was strange to Linrock. I heard a good deal about it from my acquaintances, some little from Steele, and the concluding incident I saw and heard myself.
Andy Vey was a broken-down rustler whose activity had ceased and who spent his time hanging on at the places frequented by younger and better men of his kind. As he was a parasite, he was often thrown out of the dens.
Moreover, it was an open secret that he had been a rustler, and the men with whom he a.s.sociated had not yet, to most of Linrock, become known as such.
One night Vey had been badly beaten in some back room of a saloon and carried out into a vacant lot and left there. He lay there all that night and all the next day. Probably he would have died there had not Steele happened along.
The Ranger gathered up the crippled rustler, took him home, attended to his wounds, nursed him, and in fact spent days in the little adobe house with him.
During this time I saw Steele twice, at night out in our rendezvous. He had little to communicate, but was eager to hear when I had seen Jim Hoden, Morton, Wright, Sampson, and all I could tell about them, and the significance of things in town.
Andy Vey recovered, and it was my good fortune to be in the Hope So when he came in and addressed a crowd of gamesters there.
"Fellers," he said, "I"m biddin" good-by to them as was once my friends.
I"m leavin" Linrock. An" I"m askin" some of you to take thet good-by an"
a partin" word to them as did me dirt.
"I ain"t a-goin" to say if I"d crossed the trail of this Ranger years ago thet I"d of turned round an" gone straight. But mebbe I would--mebbe. There"s a h.e.l.l of a lot a man doesn"t know till too late.
I"m old now, ready fer the bone pile, an" it doesn"t matter. But I"ve got a head on me yet, an" I want to give a hunch to thet gang who done me. An" that hunch wants to go around an" up to the big guns of Pecos.
"This Texas Star Ranger was the feller who took me in. I"d of died like a poisoned coyote but fer him. An" he talked to me. He gave me money to git out of Pecos. Mebbe everybody"ll think he helped me because he wanted me to squeal. To squeal who"s who round these rustler diggin"s.
Wal, he never asked me. Mebbe he seen I wasn"t a squealer. But I"m thinkin" he wouldn"t ask a feller thet nohow.
"An" here"s my hunch. Steele has spotted the outfit. Thet ain"t so much, mebbe. But I"ve been with him, an" I"m old figgerin" men. Jest as sure as G.o.d made little apples he"s a goin" to put thet outfit through--or he"s a-goin" to kill them!"
Chapter 6
ENTER JACK BLOME
Strange that the narrating of this incident made Diane Sampson unhappy.
When I told her she exhibited one flash of gladness, such as any woman might have shown for a n.o.ble deed and then she became thoughtful, almost gloomy, sad. I could not understand her complex emotions. Perhaps she contrasted Steele with her father; perhaps she wanted to believe in Steele and dared not; perhaps she had all at once seen the Ranger in his true light, and to her undoing.
She bade me take Sally for a ride and sought her room. I had my misgivings when I saw Sally come out in that trim cowgirl suit and look at me as if to say this day would be my Waterloo.
But she rode hard and long ahead of me before she put any machinations into effect. The first one found me with a respectful demeanor but an internal conflict.
"Russ, tighten my cinch," she said when I caught up with her.
Dismounting, I drew the cinch up another hole and fastened it.
"My boot"s unlaced, too," she added, slipping a shapely foot out of the stirrup.
To be sure, it was very much unlaced. I had to take off my gloves to lace it up, and I did it heroically, with bent head and outward calm, when all the time I was mad to s.n.a.t.c.h the girl out of the saddle and hold her tight or run off with her or do some other fool thing.
"Russ, I believe Diane"s in love with Steele," she said soberly, with the sweet confidence she sometimes manifested in me.