"There"s no tellin"," he answered. "He might a-ben gettin" ready to chuck his pardner. He might a-pulled out in the mornin" for parts unknown, if we hadn"t happened along. I guess there"s just as many thieves among honest men as there is among thieves. You read about such things in the papers, Jim. Pardners is always knifin" each other."
A queer, nervous look came into the other"s eyes. Matt did not betray that he noted it, though he said--
"What was you thinkin" about, Jim?"
Jim was a trifle awkward for the moment.
"Nothin"," he answered. "Only I was thinkin" just how funny it was--all them jools at his house. What made you ask?"
"Nothin". I was just wonderin", that was all."
The silence settled down, broken by an occasional low and nervous giggle on the part of Jim. He was overcome by the spread of gems. It was not that he felt their beauty. He was unaware that they were beautiful in themselves. But in them his swift imagination visioned the joys of life they would buy, and all the desires and appet.i.tes of his diseased mind and sickly flesh were tickled by the promise they extended. He builded wondrous, orgy-haunted castles out of their brilliant fires, and was appalled at what he builded. Then it was that he giggled. It was all too impossible to be real. And yet there they blazed on the table before him, fanning the flame of the l.u.s.t of him, and he giggled again.
"I guess we might as well count "em," Matt said suddenly, tearing himself away from his own visions. "You watch me an" see that it"s square, because you an" me has got to be on the square, Jim.
Understand?"
Jim did not like this, and betrayed it in his eyes, while Matt did not like what he saw in his partner"s eyes.
"Understand?" Matt repeated, almost menacingly.
"Ain"t we always ben square?" the other replied, on the defensive because of the treachery already whispering in him.
"It don"t cost nothin", bein" square in hard times," Matt retorted.
"It"s bein" square in prosperity that counts. When we ain"t got nothin", we can"t help bein" square. We"re prosperous now, an" we"ve got to be business men--honest business men. Understand?"
"That"s the talk for me," Jim approved, but deep down in the meagre soul of him,--and in spite of him,--wanton and lawless thoughts were stirring like chained beasts.
Matt stepped to the food shelf behind the two-burner kerosene cooking stove. He emptied the tea from a paper bag, and from a second bag emptied some red peppers. Returning to the table with the bags, he put into them the two sizes of small diamonds. Then he counted the large gems and wrapped them in their tissue paper and chamois skin.
"Hundred an" forty-seven good-sized ones," was his inventory; "twenty real big ones; two big boys and one whopper; an" a couple of fistfuls of teeny ones an" dust."
He looked at Jim.
"Correct," was the response.
He wrote the count out on a slip of memorandum paper, and made a copy of it, giving one slip to his partner and retaining the other.
"Just for reference," he said.
Again he had recourse to the food shelf, where he emptied the sugar from a large paper bag. Into this he thrust the diamonds, large and small, wrapped it up in a bandanna handkerchief, and stowed it away under his pillow. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes.
"An" you think they"re worth a hundred thousan"?" Jim asked, pausing and looking up from the unlacing of his shoe.
"Sure," was the answer. "I seen a dance-house girl down in Arizona once, with some big sparklers on her. They wasn"t real. She said if they was she wouldn"t be dancin". Said they"d be worth all of fifty thousan", an"
she didn"t have a dozen of "em all told."
"Who"d work for a livin"?" Jim triumphantly demanded. "Pick an" shovel work!" he sneered. "Work like a dog all my life, an" save all my wages, an" I wouldn"t have half as much as we got tonight."
"Dish washin"s about your measure, an" you couldn"t get more"n twenty a month an" board. Your figgers is "way off, but your point is well taken.
Let them that likes it, work. I rode range for thirty a month when I was young an" foolish. Well, I"m older, an" I ain"t ridin" range."
He got into bed on one side. Jim put out the light and followed him in on the other side.
"How"s your arm feel?" Jim queried amiably.
Such concern was unusual, and Matt noted it, and replied--
"I guess there"s no danger of hydrophoby. What made you ask?"
Jim felt in himself a guilty stir, and under his breath he cursed the other"s way of asking disagreeable questions; but aloud he answered--
"Nothin", only you seemed scared of it at first. What are you goin" to do with your share, Matt?"
"Buy a cattle ranch in Arizona an" set down an" pay other men to ride range for me. There"s some several I"d like to see askin" a job from me, d.a.m.n them! An" now you shut your face, Jim. It"ll be some time before I buy that ranch. Just now I"m goin" to sleep."
But Jim lay long awake, nervous and twitching, rolling about restlessly and rolling himself wide awake every time he dozed. The diamonds still blazed under his eyelids, and the fire of them hurt. Matt, in spite of his heavy nature, slept lightly, like a wild animal alert in its sleep; and Jim noticed, every time he moved, that his partner"s body moved sufficiently to show that it had received the impression and that it was trembling on the verge of awakening. For that matter, Jim did not know whether or not, frequently, the other was awake. Once, quietly, betokening complete consciousness, Matt said to him: "Aw, go to sleep, Jim. Don"t worry about them jools. They"ll keep." And Jim had thought that at that particular moment Matt had been surely asleep.
In the late morning Matt was awake with Jim"s first movement, and thereafter he awoke and dozed with him until midday, when they got up together and began dressing.
"I"m goin" out to get a paper an" some bread," Matt said. "You boil the coffee."
As Jim listened, unconsciously his gaze left Matt"s face and roved to the pillow, beneath which was the bundle wrapped in the bandanna handkerchief. On the instant Matt"s face became like a wild beast"s.
"Look here, Jim," he snarled. "You"ve got to play square. If you do me dirt, I"ll fix you. Understand? I"d eat you, Jim. You know that. I"d bite right into your throat an" eat you like that much beefsteak."
His sunburned skin was black with the surge of blood in it, and his tobacco-stained teeth were exposed by the snarling lips. Jim shivered and involuntarily cowered. There was death in the man he looked at. Only the night before that black-faced man had killed another with his hands, and it had not hurt his sleep. And in his own heart Jim was aware of a sneaking guilt, of a train of thought that merited all that was threatened.
Matt pa.s.sed out, leaving him still shivering. Then a hatred twisted his own face, and he softly hurled savage curses at the door. He remembered the jewels, and hastened to the bed, feeling under the pillow for the bandanna bundle. He crushed it with his fingers to make certain that it still contained the diamonds. a.s.sured that Matt had not carried them away, he looked toward the kerosene stove with a guilty start. Then he hurriedly lighted it, filled the coffee-pot at the sink, and put it over the flame.
The coffee was boiling when Matt returned, and while the latter cut the bread and put a slice of b.u.t.ter on the table, Jim poured out the coffee.
It was not until he sat down and had taken a few sips of the coffee, that Matt pulled out the morning paper from his pocket.
"We was way off," he said. "I told you I didn"t dast figger out how fat it was. Look at that."
He pointed to the head-lines on the first page.
"SWIFT NEMESIS ON BUJANNOFF"S TRACK," they read. "MURDERED IN HIS SLEEP AFTER ROBBING HIS PARTNER."
"There you have it!" Matt cried. "He robbed his partner--robbed him like a dirty thief."
"Half a million of jewels missin"," Jim read aloud. He put the paper down and stared at Matt.
"That"s what I told you," the latter said. "What in h.e.l.l do we know about jools? Half a million!--an" the best I could figger it was a hundred thousan". Go on an" read the rest of it."
They read on silently, their heads side by side, the untouched coffee growing cold; and ever and anon one or the other burst forth with some salient printed fact.
"I"d like to seen Metzner"s face when he opened the safe at the store this mornin"," Jim gloated.
"He hit the high places right away for Bujannoff"s house," Matt explained. "Go on an" read."