Part 32 (1/2)

”Here is ten thousand dollars,” he said. ”You take your men, ride over to Lazette, get your supplies, an' hustle them right back here. It ain't likely there'll be any more trouble, but we ain't takin' any chances. My men ain't got any more cattle to bother with, an' they'll go with you an' your men to Lazette, an' come back with the wagons to see that they ain't interfered with. Start as soon as you can get ready.”

”Within an hour the engineer, his men, and the men of the Double A outfit were on the move. Barney Owen did not go. He sat on one of the top rails of the corral fence, alternately watching the men of the outfit as they faded into the vast s.p.a.ce toward Lazette, and Mary Bransford and Sanderson, as they stood on the porch, close together, likewise watching the men.

”I'd say--if anyone was to ask me--that there is a brother who seems to have been forgotten,” said Owen with a curious smile.

CHAPTER XXV

A MAN IS AROUSED

The coming of the dawn and the comforting contact with other human beings, brought Banker Maison relief from the terrifying fear that had gripped him during the night. He became almost courageous after breakfast, and began to think that perhaps he had yielded too readily to Sanderson's demands.

As the hours pa.s.sed and the memory of the night's horror grew more distant, he began to feel indignant over the treatment accorded him by Sanderson. Later the indignation grew to a deep and consuming rage, and he entertained thoughts of his power and influence and of the comparative unimportance of the grim-faced man who had robbed him.

Robbed him--that was it! Sanderson had robbed him!

The more Maison's thoughts dwelt upon the occurrence the deeper grew his rage. He even condoned Dale's action in bringing the Nyland girl to his rooms. Dale was his friend, and he would protect him!

Perhaps Maison did not reflect that his greed was attempting to justify him; that back of his growing champions.h.i.+p of Dale was his eagerness to get possession of the Nyland property; and that behind his rage over Sanderson's visit was the bitter thought that Sanderson had compelled him to pay for the destroyed and stolen steers.

Maison did not consider that phase of the question. Or if he did consider it he did not permit that consideration to influence his actions. For within two hours after breakfast he had sent a messenger for Silverthorn and Dale, and fifteen minutes later he was telling them the story of the night's happenings.

Silverthorn's face grew purple with rage during the recital. At its conclusion he got up, dark purpose glinting in his eyes.

”We've got to put Sanderson out of the way, and do it quickly!” he declared. ”And we've got to get that money back. Dale, you're a deputy sheriff. d.a.m.n the law! This isn't a matter for court action--that d.a.m.ned Graney wouldn't give us a warrant for Sanderson now, no matter what we told him! We've got to take the law into our own hands. We'll see if this man can come in here, rob a bank, and get away without being punished!”

At the end of a fifteen-minute talk, Dale slipped out of the rear door of the bank and sought the street. In the City Hotel he whispered to several men, who sauntered out of the building singly, mounted their horses, and rode toward the neck of the basin. In another saloon Dale whispered to several other men, who followed the first ones.

Dale's search continued for some little time, and he kept a continuous stream of riders heading toward the neck of the basin. And then, when he had spoken to as many as he thought he needed, he mounted his own horse and, rode away.

Sanderson and Mary Bransford had not yet settled the question regarding the disposal of the money Sanderson had received from Banker Maison.

They sat on the edge of the porch, talking about it. From a window of the bunkhouse Barney Owen watched them, a pleased smile on his face.

”It's yours,” Sanderson told the girl. ”An' we ain't trustin' _that_ to any bank. Look what they did with the seven thousand I've got in the Lazette bank. They've tied it up so n.o.body will be able to touch it until half the lawyers in the county have had a chance to gas about it. An' by that time there won't be a two-bit piece left to argue over. No, siree, you've got to keep that coin where you can put your hands on it when you want it!”

”When _you_ want it,” she smiled. ”Do you know, Deal,” she added seriously, blus.h.i.+ng as she looked at him, ”that our romance has been so much different from other romances that I've heard about. It has seemed so--er--matter of fact.”

He grinned. ”All romances--real romances--are a heap matter of fact.

Love is the most matter-of-fact thing in the world. When a guy meets a girl that he takes a s.h.i.+ne to--an' the girl takes a s.h.i.+ne to him--there ain't anything goin' to keep them from makin' a go of it.”

He reddened a little.

”That's what I thought when I saw you. Even when the Drifter was tellin' me about you, I was sure of you.”

”I think you have shown it in your actions,” she laughed.

”But how about you?” he suggested; ”did you have any thoughts on the subject?”

”I--I think that even while I thought you were my brother, I realized that my feeling for you was strange and unusual; though I laid it to the fact that I had never had a brother, and therefore could not be expected to know just how a sister should feel toward one. But it has all been unusual, hasn't it?”