Part 33 (1/2)

Obed Pence had not been slow. He too had leaped the instant the old man's hand dropped to his holster. He had ducked into deeper shadows still, and had not been hit. Now he fired through the smoke wreaths in the direction he supposed the old man had darted. A report from Adam's gun roared on the heels of his own, and rocks and earth rattled down a foot from his shoulder.

The cave extended to right and to left of the opening. Each of the fighters was hidden by the darkness of his particular end, and now the smoke of the three shots hung in a heavy blanket between them directly opposite the door. Under cover of this Chuck and Bolar, sprawling flat, had wriggled frantically out of the cave. Each from his own nook, the belligerents leaned cautiously forward, guns ready, breath held in, and tried to pierce the rack of smoke and the obscurity of the other's hiding place.

It seemed to the younger men, gazing in, that the situation meant a deadlock. Neither gunman could see the other, and, with no breath of air stirring in the cave, the smoke lay between them like a solid wall.

Five minutes pa.s.sed without a sound inside. Then Bolar drew nearer to the cave and shouted in:

”What you gonta do? Neither o' you c'n see the other. You can't shoot.

What you gonta do?”

Complete silence answered him. Then he realized that neither his father nor Obed Pence would dare to speak lest the sound of his voice reveal his whereabouts and call forth a shot from the other end of the cave.

”You got to give it up for now!” he shouted in again. ”I'll count one-two-three; and when I say three, both o' ye throw yer guns in front o' the mouth. I'll ask if ye'll do this. Both o' you answer at once.

Ready!... Will you?”

”Yes,” came the smothered replies of both men in the cave.

”All right now. Get ready! One ... two ... _three_!”

At the word ”three” two heavy-calibre Colts clattered on the dirt floor before the entrance and lay not a foot apart, proving that there was a recognized code of honour among the Poison Oakers. Bolar stooped and entered, gathering them in his hands.

”All set,” he announced. ”Come out an' begin all over ag'in.”

Old Man Selden was the first to come out. Pence quickly followed him.

Bolar had emptied both weapons of cartridges, and now he silently pa.s.sed each his gun.

”What'll it be, Pencie?” asked Old Man Selden, bending his fiery glance on his dark, slim enemy. ”Shall we draw when we meet ag'in, er forget it entirely--or see who c'n load an' shoot quickest right here an' now?”

”It's up to you, Old Man.”

”Forget it,” advised Bolar. ”For now, anyway.”

”Shall we go our ways now, an' draw when we come together ag'in?” It was Old Adam's question.

”Why can't you come across an' do the square thing now?” Pence growled.

”Then ever'thing's settled.”

”Just so! But y're answerin' my question with another'n. Do we draw when we meet ag'in?”

”You won't be square?”

”I'll tell ye nothin'. Ye called me a dam' liar, so you couldn't believe it if I had anything to say to ye.”

Pence shrugged indifferently and turned away. ”When we meet ag'in,” he said lightly.

”Just so!” drawled Old Man Selden. ”Just so!”