taken so many sick and hunted men before. What's the good of it? You never made a Mormon of one of them yet Don't take him–unless you want another grave for your cemetery. Ha! Ha!'
Hare recoiled with a shock. Snap Naab swayed to the door, and stepped down, all the time with his face over his shoulder, his baleful glance on Hare; then the blue haze swallowed him,
The several loungers went out; August engaged the storekeeper in conversation, introducing Hare and explaining their wants. They inspected the various needs of a range-rider, selecting, in the end, not the few suggested by Hare, but the many chosen by Naab. The last purchase was the rifle Naab had talked about. It was a beautiful weapon, finely polished and carved, entirely out of place among the plain coarse-sighted and coarse- stocked guns in the rack.
'Never had a chance to sell it,' said Abe. 'Too long and heavy for the riders. I'll let it go cheap, half price, and the cartridges also, two thousand.'
'Taken,' replied Naab, quickly, with a satisfaction which showed he liked a bargain.
'August, you must be going to shoot some?' queried Abe. 'Something bigger than rabbits and coyotes. Its about time–even if you are an Elder. We Mormons must–' he broke off, continuing in a low tone: here s Holderness now.'
Hare wheeled with the interest that had gathered with the reiteration of this man's name. A new-comer stooped to get in the door. He out-topped even Naab in height, and was a superb blond-bearded man, striding with the spring of a mountaineer.
'Good-day to you, Naab,' he said. 'Is this the young fellow you picked up?'
'Yes. Jack Hare,' rejoined Naab.
'Well, Hare, I'm Holderness. You'll AII my name. You were sent to Lund by men interested in my ranges. I expected to see you in Lund, but couldn't get over.'
Hare met the proffered hand with his own, and as he had recoiled from Snap Naab so now he received another shock, different indeed but impelling in its power, instinctive of some great portent. Hare was impressed by an indefinable subtlety, a nameless distrust, as colorless as the clear penetrating amber lightness of the eyes that bent upon him.
'Holderness, will you right the story about Hare?' inquired Naab.
'You mean about his being a spy? Well, Naab, the truth is that was his job. I advised against sending a man down here for that sort of work. It won't do. These Mormons will steal each other s cattle, and they've got to get rid of them; so they won't have a man taking account of stock, brands, and all that. If the Mormons would stand for it the rustlers wouldn't. I'll take Hare out to the ranch and give him work, if he wants. But he'd do best to leave Utah.'
'Thank you, no,' replied Hare, decidedly.
'He's going with me,' said August Naab.
Holderness accepted this with an almost imperceptible nod, and he swept Hare with eyes that searched and probed for latent possibilities. It was the keen intelligence of a man who knew what development meant on the desert; not in any sense an interest in the young man at present. Then he turned his back.
Hare, feeling that Holderness wished to talk with Naab, walked to the counter, and began assorting his purchases, but he could not help hearing what was said.
'Lungs bad?' queried Holderness.
'One of them,' replied Naab.
'He's all in. Better send him out of the country. He's got the name of Dene's spy and he'll never get another on this desert. Dene will kill him. This isn't good judgment, Naab, to take him with you. Even your friends don't like t, and it means trouble for you.'
'We've settled it,' said Naab, coldly.
'Well, remember, I've warned you. I've tried to be friendly with you, Naab, but you won't have it. Anyway, I've wanted to see you lately to find out how eve stand.
'What do you mean?'
'How we stand on several things–to begin with, there Mescal.'
'You asked me several times for Mescal, and I said no.'
'But I never said I'd marry her. Now I want her, and I will marry her.'
'No,' rejoined Naab, adding brevity to his coldness.
'Why not?' demanded Holderness. 'Oh, well, I can't take that as an insult. I know there's not enough money in Utah to get a girl away from a Mormon.... About the offer for the water-rights–how do we stand? I'll give you ten thousand dollars for the rights to Seeping Springs and Silver Cup.'
'Ten thousand!' ejaculated Naab. 'Holderness, I wouldn't take a hundred thousand. You might as well ask to buy my home, my stock, my range, twenty years of toil, for ten thousand dollars!'
'You refuse? All right. I think I've made you a fair proposition,' said Holderness, in a smooth, quick tone. 'The land is owned by the Government, and though your ranges are across the Arizona line they really figure as Utah land. My company's spending big money, and the Government won't let you have a monopoly. No one man can control the water-supply of a hundred miles of range. Times are changing. You want to see that. You ought to protect yourself before it's too late.'
'Holderness, this is a desert. No men save Mormons could ever have made it habitable. The Government scarcely knows of its existence. It'll be fifty years before man can come in here to take our water.'
'Why can't he? The water doesn't belong to any one Why can't he?'
'Because of the unwritten law of the desert. No Mormon would refuse you or your horse a drink, or even a reasonable supply for your stock. But you can't come in here and take our water for your own use, to supplant us, to parch our stock. Why, even an Indian respects desert law!'
'Bah! I'm not a Mormon or an Indian. I'm a cattleman. It's plain business with me. Once more I make you the offer.'
Naab scorned to reply. The men faced each other for a silent moment, their glances scintillating. Then Holderness whirled on his heel, jostling into Hare.
'Get out of my way,' said the rancher, in the disgust of intense irritation. He swung his arm, and his open hand sent Hare reeling against the counter.
'Jack,' said Naab, breathing hard, 'Holderness showed his real self to-day. I always knew it, yet I gave him the benefit of the doubt.... For him to strike you! I've not the gift of revelation, but I see–let us go.'
On the return to the Bishop's cottage Naab did not speak once; the transformation which had begun with the appearance of his drunken son had reached a climax of gloomy silence after the clash with Holderness. Naab went directly to the Bishop, and presently the quavering voice of the old minister rose in prayer.
Hare dropped wearily into the chair on the porch; and presently fell into a doze, from which he awakened with a start. Nanb's sons, with Martin Cole and several other men, were standing in the yard. Naab himself was gently crowding the women into the house. When he got them all inside he closed the door and turned to Cole.
'Was it a fair fight?'
'Yes, an even break. They met in front of Abe's. I saw the meeting. Neither was surprised. They stood for a moment watching each other. Then they drew–only Snap was quicker. Larsen's gun went off as he fell. That trick you taught Snap saved his life again. Larsen was no slouch on the draw.'
'Where's Snap now?'
'Gone after his pinto. He was sober. Said he'd pack at once. Larsen's friends are ugly. Snap said to tell you to hurry out of the village with young Hare, if you want to take him at all. Dene has ridden in; he swears you won't take Hare away.'
'We're all packed and ready to hitch up,' returned Naab. 'We could start at once, only until dark I'd rather take chances here than out on the trail.'
'Snap said Dene would ride right into the Bishop's after Hare.' 'No. He wouldn't dare.'
'Father!' Dave Naab spoke sharply from where he stood high on a grassy bank. 'Here's Dene now, riding up with Culver, and some man I don't know. They're coming in. Dene's jumped the fence! Look out!'
A clatter of hoofs and rattling of gravel preceded the appearance of a black horse in the garden path. His rider bent low to dodge the vines of the arbor, and reined in before the porch to slip out of the saddle with the agility of an Indian. It was Dene, dark, smiling, nonchalant.
