Dougla.s.s"s face hardened resentfully. "We are not all Coogans, Senora.
Be seated, please, and for G.o.d"s sake, cover up that horror! And now--why do you tell us this?"
"So that you will kill him--for a price."
Red laughed harshly. "By Gawd! Madame Dolores Ysobel de Tajeda--or Coogan, whatever yuah name is, I"d giv" a better price ef yuh was able to tuhn yuhself into a man fer a couple o" minnits. What d"yuh take us fer, greasers?" But Dougla.s.s, his own face very white and hard set, asked quietly, with an eager interest in his calm voice:
"And the price, Senora?"
"I will give him into your hands," she said coolly, "I have letters, some from Matlock, which he thought destroyed, and two from him to Matlock which were missent and returned here. In his absence, I received and kept them. I have also one from Rodriguez asking me for money and threatening me with exposure if I denied him. They are enough to prove your case and give you justification for killing him."
Dougla.s.s rose quietly. "You do me much honor, Senora. But I think your acquaintance with American men is, after all, very inconsiderable." And with a stiff inclination he left the room.
She ran after him impulsively but at the threshold of the door she paused. Then she swiftly returned and gently pushed Red down into the seat from which he had arisen. "Wait--a single little moment, Senor, I beg of you. I will return immediately." She ran into the bedroom and he heard a swift rustling. In ten minutes she returned, bearing in her hands a packet of letters. She had in some marvelous way succeeded in rerobing herself and was now arrayed in an exquisite tea gown which made Red"s eyes light up with admiration. Inwardly exulting at the success of her experiment, she sat down close beside him on the divan and rapidly opened the letters.
At her insistence he took them, though very reluctantly, and perfunctorily scanned their contents. Then he reread them with deliberate care, hesitated for a moment and then thrust them in his breast pocket.
"I reckon I"ll keep these for a few days at least; they may come in handy."
"It is your right, Senor McVey. And now there is more that you must know. They have sworn the death of yourself and friend: his because he stands between them and their thefts and has brought to black shame the man Matlock; yours because you did slay the jackal of my husband. Do you know that in the hands of the sheriff there is a warrant for the arrest of you both, sworn out by my husband, charging you with murder, and the Senor Dougla.s.s with being accessory thereto? It is the plan to have you in the weak jail confined--one single night will serve their purpose--and when your friends come the next morning it will be too late. The sheriff is a weakling, as you know--worse, he is as wax in the hands of Bartholomew, who did win from him at cards much treasure that is to the county belonging, though why that should be cause to make him lick my husband"s hand I can not understand. Maybe you, a man, do know?
And while two unarmed men are striving with those who will do my husband"s bidding--even now has he gone to summons them, your coming being known to him through a spy who rode faster than you--yet others will be sent to your rancho to burn and destroy."
McVey stifled a great oath. "You are givin" me straight dope?" His strong hand was crushing her soft arm.
"As Heaven is my witness, Senor. I swear it by the memory of my dead!"
"Do you know when thu warrant is ter be served?" The question was curt and imperative.
"At nightfall, as soon as Bartholomew arrives with his fellows."
For a while he deliberated in silence, but into the woman"s eyes crept triumph at sight of the grimly compressed lips and wrinkled brow. Then as she watched it was commingled with another expression that boded ill for the honor as well as the fortunes of Big Bart Coogan.
"I reckon I"ll say adios, Senora," he said finally. "I have things to attend to. When can I see you again?"
Her raven locks brushed his as she bent forward to look at the tiny jeweled chatelaine watch on her bodice.
"It is yet scarcely ten of the clock," she murmured, coyly dropping her eyes. "The night is young."
His veins ran fire. The woman was very beautiful.
Dougla.s.s nodded confirmation as Red told him her story five minutes later. "Just got a tip myself from Barton," he observed calmly. Barton was the clerk of the court from which the warrant had issued, and as it happened, was an old college mate of Dougla.s.s and his personal friend.
He was not in sympathy with the ring of grafters dominating the county offices, and had hastened to Dougla.s.s"s enlightenment as soon as he learned of his arrival.
"They don"t aim to give you a chance to secure bail for at least one night," he said significantly, "and while that may not mean anything in particular, I thought you had better be put "wise." And I"ve taken the liberty of asking Strang to send up three or four fellows from the Lazy K to-morrow. Hope you won"t think me officious, old man; I thought it best to be on the safe side." Strang was a particular friend of both men.
Dougla.s.s smashed his fist in silent grat.i.tude. "Guess we"ll manage to give them a run for their money. Have a cigar?"
"I"ve got those letters, Ken," said Red casually. "Better read "em oveh; they sh.o.r.e are interestin" lit"rachure. Thu gettin" of "em ain"t obleegated yuh none, an" mahself hawdly enough ter talk about. Naw, I didn"t promise ter cook hes goose," meeting the other"s eyes squarely; "I"m engagin" in anotheh kind o" frenzied fee-nawnce" altogetheh. Yuh hunt yuh leetle baid an" gatheh strength fer to-morrer"s stren-u-hossity. I"m goin" on night-herd mahself."
Dougla.s.s wheeled sharply. "Yuh are not going to--?"
Red fumbled in the pocket of his shirt. "I"m agoin" ter ask yuh ter keep suthin" fer me to-night." Without raising his eyes he laid in Dougla.s.s"s hand a small parcel wrapped in his best silk handkerchief. "I want ter keep it clean!" he muttered.
CHAPTER XII
NOT STRICTLY ACCORDING TO PROGRAM
As they emerged from the dining-room the next morning they were greeted by a short but st.u.r.dily built man whose deeply-set blue eyes lighted up as he slapped Dougla.s.s familiarly on the shoulder. It was Dave Strang, foreman of the Lazy K outfit on Cibolla Creek.
"Why, yuh old son of a gun, wheah d"yuah drap from?" asked Red, with a portentous wink. Dougla.s.s had just informed him of Barton s message and his remark was for the benefit of the loungers about the stove, among whom he had reason to believe were some of Coogan"s familiars. He deemed it best to have them under the impression that the encounter was one of pure chance; being an enthusiastic devotee at the shrine of "stud poker," he believed in keeping inviolate the suit and value of his buried card.
"Oh, just been atrailing and got plumb wore out fer a look at suthin"
besides sagebrush," answered Strang, easily; he had a few cards up his sleeve, himself. "What brings yuh fellows inter thu tem"tations of thu meetropoliss? Don"t yuh know thet this is thu home of the devourin" lion an" thu laih o" thu feroshus tigeh? Come an" look at yeh innercent selfs in thu bottom of a gla.s.s!"
As they lined up at the bar Strang said quickly, in an undertone. "Six of us heah by dark. What"s thu game?"
"Come up to my room in an hour or two and I"ll put you next," said Dougla.s.s, cautiously; "some of this gang is keeping tab on us." Then he turned to the crowd politely: "Will you gentlemen join us? This is on me, Dave; no foolishness!"
After a few desultory commonplaces, during which Strang intimated that he would be in town only a few hours, Dougla.s.s said, casually, "Drop in and see us before you go out, Dave. Been a long time since we had a talk." Strang looked doubtful.
"I only aim to stay till thu mail comes in an" I got a heap ter do.
Mebby I kin spah a few minnits." Then he treated the crowd in turn with a nonchalant, "Well, so "long!" hitched up his belt and strolled out.
Up at the post office he met them a few minutes later. "I"ll be on deck in your room in an hour. I"ll go there first, ahead of you."
They found him there at the appointed time and he was soon in possession of all the facts. Dougla.s.s"s plan was quickly stated:
"We"ll let them arrest us without any suspicious resistance. Of course they"ll make us give up our guns, but they won"t get these," tapping his pocket and belt; "we"ll buy a pair of cheap guns for them to relieve us of--our own guns will be in Barton"s hands at noon. He will make some excuse to come in and see us, bringing our guns with him. We have a hundred sh.e.l.ls apiece. I think their scheme is to shoot us first so as to make sure, and hang us afterward so as to make it look like a lynching. I think they will mostly all be greasers, friends of Rodriguez, with a sprinkling of Coogan"s curs to keep them to the work.
We may not need you boys, but we are sure thankful for your good will!
With eight of us it would be child"s play."
"D"yuh reckon Matlock"ll be among thu bunch?" asked Red, hopefully.
"Not he!" scornfully said Dougla.s.s. "He hasn"t sand enough to face a full-grown man"s gun. He"ll he down at the Palace with Coogan when the fun starts, so as to establish an alibi. This is to be a Roman holiday, you understand, with the "Roman" spelled g-r-e-a-s-e-r! Pity to spoil such a pretty scheme, eh?"
Just then there was a rap at the door. Red opened it and in entered one Lew Ballard, on whose neck they fell with much profane acclamation. He was United States Marshall for that district, an old cowpuncher and a warm friend of the trio. He grinned comprehensively at the three conspirators.
"What"s this fairy story about a portending lynching that Barton"s been stuffing me with?" he asked, pleasantly. When they had told him he slapped his thigh with enjoyment. "Say, it reads just like a book! Gawd!
to think I can"t take a hand in it!" Then a thought struck him and he roared. "Say, I"ve got a scheme that will put the cap-sheaf on the stack!"
"First of all, I"ll swear the whole bunch of you in as deputy United States marshals. Then I"ll arrest two of your boys, Strang, on some charge or another and get them in jail a few minutes before the mob comes. The other four you will hold in readiness outside. We"ll switch cells and when the greasers get inside we"ll lock them up in your places and you can go down and pa.s.s the time of day with your friend Coogan.
Gawd! won"t he be glad to see you! I forgot to say that Barton has already sent a rider over to the C Bar to put the boys wise to the gang that"s going down there. Gee, but this will be a great night for Mexico!"
So it was arranged. The marshall went out and secured two extra revolvers and the C Bar a.r.s.enal was turned over to Barton. Strang went to instruct his men, and the two prospective victims pretended to get royally drunk so as to allay any suspicion. They played their parts so well that Coogan was completely taken in. With these two fools drunk it was a veritable cinch, he thought. Matlock, for some occult reason, was not so sanguine. He would be more at ease when it was all over and he shrewdly made arrangements for a hasty departure in case of mishap.