Part 45 (1/2)

”You saw this stranger, Luke?” he asked.

Luke Tweezy nodded. ”We all saw him.”

”He was playing draw with Honey Hoke and Peaches Austin and me,” Doc Coffin offered, oilily.

”And the stranger?” amended Racey.

”And the stranger,” Doc Coffin accepted the amendment.

”What was the trouble?” pursued Racey.

”Well, we kind of thought”--Doc Coffin's eyes slid round to cross an instant the s.h.i.+fty gaze of Peaches Austin--”we thought maybe this stranger dealt a card from the bottom. We ain't none sh.o.r.e.”

”Dale said he did, anyhow,” said Peaches Austin.

”He said so twice,” put in Lanpher.

Racey turned deliberately. ”You here,” said he, softly. ”I didn't see you at first. I must be getting nearsighted. You saw the whole thing, did you, Lanpher?”

”Yeah,” replied Lanpher.

”Who pulled first?”

”The stranger.” The answer came patly from at least five different men.

Racey looked grimly upon those present. ”Most everybody seems sh.o.r.e the stranger's to blame,” he observed. ”Besides saying the stranger was dealing from the bottom did Dale use any other fighting words?”

”He called him a--tinhorn,” burst simultaneously from the lips of McFluke and Peaches Austin.

”Only two this time,” said Racey, shooting a swift glance at Jack Harpe and overjoyed to find the latter dividing a glare of disgust between McFluke and Austin. ”But you'll have to do better than that.”

Mr. Saltoun s.h.i.+vered inwardly. He was a man of courage, but not of foolhardy courage, the species of courage that dares death unnecessarily. He was getting on in years, and hoped, when it came his time to die, to pa.s.s out peacefully in his nights.h.i.+rt. And here was that fool of a Racey practically telling Harpe and the other rascals that he was on to their game. No wonder Mr. Saltoun s.h.i.+vered. He expected matters to come to push of pike in a split second. So, being what he was, a fairly brave man in a tight corner, he put on a hard, confident expression and hooked his thumbs in his belt.

Racey Dawson spread his legs wide and laughed a reckless laugh. He felt reckless. He likewise felt for these men ranged before him the most venomous hate of which he was capable. These men had killed the father of Molly Dale. It did not matter whether any one or all of them had or had not committed the actual murder, they were wholly responsible for it. They had brought it about. He knew it. He knew it just as sure as he was a foot high. And as he looked upon them sitting there in flinty silence he purposed to make them pay, and pay to the uttermost. That the old man had been a gambler and a drunkard, and the world was undoubtedly a better world for his leaving it, were facts of no moment in Racey's mind. He, Racey, was not one to condone either murder or injustice. And this murder and the injustice of it would cruelly hurt three women.

He laughed again, without mirth. His blue eyes, glittering through the slits of the drawn-down eyelids, were pin-points of wrath. His hard-bitten stare challenged his enemies. d.a.m.n them! let them shoot if they wanted to. He was ready. He, Racey Dawson, would show them a fight that would stack up as well as any of which a hard-fighting territory could boast. So, feeling as he did, Racey stared upon his enemies with a frosty, slit-eyed stare and mentally dared them to come to the scratch.

But in moments like these there is always one to say ”Let's go,” or give its equivalent, a sign. And that one is invariably the leader of one side or the other. Racey Dawson saw Luke Tweezy turn a slow head and look toward Jack Harpe. He saw Doc Coffin, Honey, and Austin, one after the other, do the same. But Jack Harpe sat immobile. He neither spoke nor gave a sign. Perhaps he did not consider the present a sufficiently propitious moment. No one knew what he thought. Had he known what the future held in store he might have gone after his gun.

Tense, nerves wire-drawn, Racey and Mr. Saltoun awaited the decision.

It came, and like many decisions, its form was totally unexpected.

Jack Harpe looked at Racey and said smilelessly:

”Wanna view the remains?”

CHAPTER XX