Part 32 (2/2)

He went out and glanced down the street toward the center of the town.

He did not see any one he could take for the innkeeper's a.s.sailant. Then he looked up the street, and he saw the young fellow about a block away, hurrying along and gazing back.

Duane yelled for him to stop and started to go after him. Snecker broke into a run. Then Duane set out to overhaul him. There were two motives in Duane's action--one of anger, and the other a desire to make a friend of this man Laramie, whom Duane believed could tell him much.

Duane was light on his feet, and he had a giant stride. He gained rapidly upon Snecker, who, turning this way and that, could not get out of sight. Then he took to the open country and ran straight for the green hill where Longstreth's house stood. Duane had almost caught Snecker when he reached the shrubbery and trees and there eluded him.

But Duane kept him in sight, in the shade, on the paths, and up the road into the courtyard, and he saw Snecker go straight for Longstreth's house.

Duane was not to be turned back by that, singular as it was. He did not stop to consider. It seemed enough to know that fate had directed him to the path of this rancher Longstreth. Duane entered the first open door on that side of the court. It opened into a corridor which led into a plaza. It had wide, smooth stone porches, and flowers and shrubbery in the center. Duane hurried through to burst into the presence of Miss Longstreth and a number of young people. Evidently she was giving a little party.

Lawson stood leaning against one of the pillars that supported the porch roof; at sight of Duane his face changed remarkably, expressing amazement, consternation, then fear.

In the quick ensuing silence Miss Longstreth rose white as her dress.

The young women present stared in astonishment, if they were not equally perturbed. There were cowboys present who suddenly grew intent and still. By these things Duane gathered that his appearance must be disconcerting. He was panting. He wore no hat or coat. His big gun-sheath showed plainly at his hip.

Sight of Miss Longstreth had an unaccountable effect upon Duane. He was plunged into confusion. For the moment he saw no one but her.

”Miss Longstreth--I came--to search--your house,” panted Duane.

He hardly knew what he was saying, yet the instant he spoke he realized that that should have been the last thing for him to say. He had blundered. But he was not used to women, and this dark-eyed girl made him thrill and his heart beat thickly and his wits go scattering.

”Search my house!” exclaimed Miss Longstreth; and red succeeded the white in her cheeks. She appeared astonished and angry. ”What for? Why, how dare you! This is unwarrantable!”

”A man--Bo Snecker--a.s.saulted and robbed Jim Laramie,” replied Duane, hurriedly. ”I chased Snecker here--saw him run into the house.”

”Here? Oh, sir, you must be mistaken. We have seen no one. In the absence of my father I'm mistress here. I'll not permit you to search.”

Lawson appeared to come out of his astonishment. He stepped forward.

”Ray, don't be bothered now,” he said, to his cousin. ”This fellow's making a bluff. I'll settle him. See here, Mister, you clear out!”

”I want Snecker. He's here, and I'm going to get him,” replied Duane, quietly.

”Bah! That's all a bluff,” sneered Lawson. ”I'm on to your game. You just wanted an excuse to break in here--to see my cousin again. When you saw the company you invented that excuse. Now, be off, or it'll be the worse for you.”

Duane felt his face burn with a tide of hot blood. Almost he felt that he was guilty of such motive. Had he not been unable to put this Ray Longstreth out of his mind? There seemed to be scorn in her eyes now.

And somehow that checked his embarra.s.sment.

”Miss Longstreth, will you let me search the house?” he asked.

”No.”

”Then--I regret to say--I'll do so without your permission.”

”You'll not dare!” she flashed. She stood erect, her bosom swelling.

”Pardon me, yes, I will.”

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