Beaton, surprised by the language of the other, remained silent, his face turning purple, as a suspicion came to him that he was being made a fool of.
"It is this, my friend--who she is, what she is, and why she happens to be here, is none of your d.a.m.n business, and if you so much as mention her name again in my presence you are going to regret it to your dying day. That"s all."
Beaton, glancing about at the uplifted faces of the card-players, chose to a.s.sume an air of indifference, which scarcely accorded with the anger in his eyes.
"Ah, come now," he blurted forth, "I didn"t mean anything; there"s no harm done--let"s have a drink, and be friends."
Westcott shook his head.
"No, I think not," he said slowly. "I"m not much of a drinking man myself, and when I do I choose my own company. But let me tell you something, Beaton, for your own good. I know your style, and you are mighty apt to get into trouble out here if you use any Bowery tactics."
"Bowery tactics!"
"Yes; you claim to live in New York, and you possess all the earmarks of the East-Side bad man. There is nothing keeping you now from roughing it with me but the sight of this gun in my belt, and a suspicion in your mind that I may know how to use it. That suspicion is correct. Moreover, you will discover this same ability more or less prevalent throughout this section. However, I am not looking for trouble; I am trying to avoid it. I haven"t sought your company; I do not want to know you. Now you go back to your bar-room where you will find plenty of your own kind to a.s.sociate with. It"s going to be dangerous for you to hang around here any longer."
Beaton felt the steady eyes upon him, but was carrying enough liquor to make him reckless. Still his was naturally the instinct of the New York gunman, seeking for some adventure. He stepped backward, feigning a laugh, watchful to catch Westcott off his guard.
"All right, then," he said, "I"ll go get the drink; you can"t bluff me."
Westcott"s knowledge of the cla.s.s alone brought to him the man"s purpose. Beaton"s hand was in the pocket of his coat, and, as he turned, apparently to leave the room, the cloth bulged. With one leap forward the miner was at his throat. There was a report, a flash of flame, the speeding bullet striking the stove, and the next instant Beaton, his hand still helplessly imprisoned within the coat-pocket, was hurled back across the card-table, the players scattering to get out of the way. All the pent-up dislike in Westcott"s heart found expression in action; the despicable trick wrought him to a sudden fury, yet even then there came to him no thought of killing the fellow, no memory even of the loaded gun at his hip. He wanted to choke him, strike him with his hands.
"You dirty coward," he muttered fiercely. "So you thought the pocket trick was a new one out here, did you? Come, give the gun up! Oh! so there is some fight left in you? Then let"s settle it here."
It was a struggle between two big, strong men--the one desperate, unscrupulous, brutal; the other angry enough, but retaining self-control. They crashed onto the floor, Westcott still retaining the advantage of position, and twice he struck, driving his clenched fist home. Suddenly he became aware that some one had jerked his revolver from its holster, and, almost at the same instant a hard hand gripped the neck-band of his shirt and tore him loose from Beaton.
"Here, now--enough of that, Jim," said a voice sternly, and his hands arose instinctively as he recognised the gleam of two drawn weapons fronting him. "Help Beaton up, Joe. Now, look yere, Mr. Bully Westcott," and the speaker shook his gun threateningly. "As it happens, you have jumped on a friend o" ours, an" we naturally propose to take a hand in this game--you know me!"
Westcott nodded, an unpleasant smile on his lips.
"I do, Lacy," he said coolly, "and that if there is any dirty work going on in this camp, it is quite probable you and your gang are in it. So, this New Yorker is a protege of yours?"
"That"s none of your business; we"re here for fair play."
"Since when? Now listen; you"ve got me covered, and that is my gun which Moore has in his hand. I cannot fight you alone and unarmed; but I can talk yet."
"I reckon yer can, if that"s goin" ter do yer eny good."
"So the La Rosita Mining Company is about to be revived, is it?
Eastern capital becoming interested. I"ve heard rumours of that for a week past. What"s the idea? struck anything?"
Lacy, a long, rangy fellow, with a heavy moustache, and a scar over one eye, partially concealed by his hat brim, grinned at the others as though at a good joke.
"No, nuthin" particular as yet," he answered; "but you hev", an" I reckon thet"s just about as good. Tryin" ter keep it dark, wasn"t yer?
Never even thought we"d caught on."
"Oh, yes, I did; you flatter yourselves. I caught one of your stool-pigeons up the gulch yesterday, and more than ten days ago Moore and Edson made a trip into my tunnel while I happened to be away; they forgot to hide their trail. I knew what you were up to, and you can all of you look for a fight."
"When your partner gets out here, I suppose," sneered Lacy.
"He"ll be here."
"Oh, will he? Well, he"s a h.e.l.l of a while coming. You wired him a month ago, and yer"ve written him twice since. Oh, I"ve got the cases on you, all right, Westcott. I know you haven"t got a cent left to go on with, and nowhere to get eny except through him." He laughed.
"Ain"t that right? Well, then, yer chances look mighty slim ter me just at present, ol"-timer. However, there"s no fight on yet; will yer behave yerself, an" let this man Beaton alone if I hand yer back yer gun?"
"There is no choice left me."
"Sure; that"s sensible enough; give it to him, Moore."
He broke the chamber, shaking the cartridges out into his palm; then handed the emptied weapon over to Westcott. His manner was purposely insulting, but the latter stood with lips firmly set, realising his position.
"Now, then, go on over thar an" sit down," continued Lacy. "Maybe, if yer wait long enough, that partner o" yours might blow in. I got some curiosity myself as to why that girl showed up ter-night under yer guidance, an" why yer so keen ter fight about her, Jim; but I reckon we"ll clear that up ter-morrow without makin" yer talk."
"You mean to question Miss Donovan?"
"h.e.l.l, no; just keep an eye on her. "Tain"t likely she"s in Haskell just fer the climate. Come on, boys, let"s liquor. Big Jim Westcott has his claws cut, and it"s Beaton"s turn to spend a little."
Westcott sat quietly in the chair as they filed out; then took the pipe from his pocket and filled it slowly. He realised his defeat, his helplessness, but his mind was already busy with the future.
Timmons came out from behind the desk a bit solicitous.
"Hurt eny?" he asked. "Didn"t wing yer, or nuthin"?"
"No; the stove got the bullet. He shot through his pocket."
"Whut"s all the row about?"
"Oh, not much, Timmons; this is my affair," and Westcott lit his pipe with apparent indifference. "Lacy and I have got two mining claims tapping the same lead, that"s all. There"s been a bit o" feeling between us for some time. I reckon it"s got to be fought out, now."
"Then yer"ve really struck ore?"
"Yes."
"And the young woman? Hes she got enything ter do with it?"
"Not a thing, Timmons; but I want to keep her out of the hands of that bunch. Give me a lamp and I"ll go up-stairs and think this game out."
CHAPTER IX: A NIGHT AND A MORNING
Stella Donovan never forgot the miseries of her first night in Haskell.
When old man Timmons finally left her, after placing the flaring lamp on a chair, and went pattering back down the bare hall, she glanced shudderingly about at her unpleasant surroundings, none too pleased with the turn of events.
The room was scarcely large enough to contain the few articles of furniture absolutely required. Its walls were of unplaned plank occasionally failing to meet, and the only covering to the floor was a dingy strip of rag-carpet. The bed was a cot, shapeless, and propped up on one side by the iron leg of some veranda bench, while the open window looked out into the street. There was a bolt, not appearing particularly secure, with which Miss Donovan immediately locked the door before venturing across to take a glance without.
The view was hardly rea.s.suring, as the single street was still the scene of pandemonium, the saloon and dance-hall almost directly opposite, operating in full blast. Oaths and ribald laughter a.s.sailed her ears, while directly beneath, although out of her view, a quarrel threatened to lead to serious consequences. She pulled down the window to shut out these sounds, but the room became so stuffy and hot without even this slight ventilation, as to oblige her opening it again. As a compromise she hauled down the curtain, a green paper affair, torn badly, and which occasionally flapped in the wind with a startling noise.
The bed-clothing, once turned back and inspected, was of a nature to prevent the girl from disrobing; but finally she lay down, seeking such rest as was possible, after turning the flickering flames of the lamp as low as she dared, and then finally blowing it out altogether. The glare from the street crept in through the cracks in the curtain, playing in fantastic light and shadow across ceiling and wall, while the infernal din never ceased.