into semblance of intelligence and erectness. This done he kicked the shins of the prostrate cook until that unfortunate raised an owlish, agonized, and protesting countenance to stare at his foreman.
'Nelson wants to know if yo're hungry,' prompted Sam, grinning.
'Take it—away!' mumbled the indignant cook. 'I
Joe Reilly, painfully erect in his chair, blinked and focussed his eyes on the speaker. 'Then don't!' he said. 'Shut yore face—others kin eat!' He turned his whole body, stiff as a ramrod, and looked at each of the others in turn. 'Don't pay no 'tention to him. I kin—eat th'—blamed harness,' he asserted, thereby proving that his stomach preserved family traditions.
Johnny laughed at them. 'Yo're a lulu of an outfit,' he said without conviction. 'What do you say about goin' up to th' hotel an' gettin' somethin' to eat? It's past grubtime, but let's see if they'll have th' nerve to try to tell us to get out. Broke?' he inquired, and as they silently arose to their feet, which seemed to take a great deal of concentration, he chuckled. Then his face hardened. 'Where's yore guns?' he demanded.
Arch waved elaborately at the disinterested bartender. 'That gent loaned us ten apiece on 'em,' he said. ''Bligin' feller. Thank you, friend.'
'Yo're a'right,' said the cook, nodding at the dispenser of fluids.
'An' yo're a fine, locoed bunch, partin' with yore guns in a strange town,' snapped Johnny. 'You head for th' hotel,
The cook turned and waved a hand at the solemn bartender. 'Goo'-bye!' he called. 'I
Seeing them started in the right direction, Johnny went in and up to the bar. 'Them infants don't need guns,' he asserted, digging into a pocket, 'but as long as they ain't shot themselves, yet, I'm takin' a chance. How much?'
The bartender, typical of his kind, looked wise when it was not necessary, finished polishing the glass in his hand and then slowly faced his inquisitor, bored and aloof. He had the condescending air of one who held himself to be mentally and physically superior to any man in town, and his air of preoccupation was so heavy that it was ludicrous. 'Ten apiece,' he answered nonchalantly, as behove the referee of drunken disputes, the adviser of sodden men, the student of humanity's dregs, whose philosophy of life was rotten to the core because it was based purely on the vicious and the weak, and whose knowledge, adjudged abysmal and cyclopedic by an admiring riffraff of stupefied mentality, was as shallow, warped, and perverted as the human derelicts upon which his observations were based. As Johnny's hand came up with the roll of bills the man of liquor kept his face passive by an act of will, but there crept into the ratlike eyes a strange gleam, which swiftly faded. 'Put it way,' he said heartily, a jovial, free-handed good fellow on the instant. 'We got it back, an' more. It was worth th' money to have these where they wouldn't be too handy. We allus stake a good loser—it's th' policy of th' house. Take these instead of th' stake.' He slid the heavy weapons across the bar. 'What'll you have?'
'Same as you,' replied Johnny, and he slowly put the cigar into a pocket. 'Purty quiet in here,' he observed, laying two twenty-dollar bills on the bar.
'Yeah,' said the bartender, pushing the money back again; 'but it's a cheerful ol' beehive at night. Better put that in yore pocket an' drop in after dark, when things are movin'. Come round soon when things liven up agin.'
'Tell you what,' said Johnny, grinning to conceal his feelings. 'You keep them bills. If I keep 'em I'll have to let them fools have their guns back for nothin'. I'm aimin' to take ten apiece out of their pay. If you don't want it, give it to th' boys. Tell 'em the treat's on the SV with Mr. Nelson's compliments.'
The bartender chuckled and put the bills in the drawer. 'Yo're no child, I'm admittin'. Reckon you been usin' yore head quite some since you was weaned.'
One of the card players at the nearest table said something to his two companions and one of them leaned back, stretched and arose. 'I'm tired. Get somebody to take my place.'
The sagacious observer of the roll of bills started to object to the game being broken up, glanced at Johnny and smiled. 'All right; mebby this gent will sit in an' kill a little time. How 'bout it, stranger?'
Johnny smiled at him. 'My four-man outfit ain't leavin' me no time to kill,' he answered. 'I got to trail along behind 'em an' pick up th' strays.'
The gambler grinned sympathetically. 'Turn 'em loose tonight. What's th' use of herdin' with yearlin's, anyhow? If you get tired of their company an' feel like tryin' yore luck, come in an' join us.'
'If I find that I got any heavy time on my han's I'll spend a couple of hours with you,' replied Johnny. As he turned toward the door he glanced at the bartender. 'Don't forget th' name when you stand the boys treat,' he laughed.
The bartender chuckled. 'I got th' best mem'ry of any man in this section. See you later, mebby.'
Johnny nodded and departed, his hands full of guns, and as he vanished through the front door Kit Thorpe reappeared from behind the partition, grinned cynically at the bartender and received a wise, very wise look in return.
Reaching the hotel Johnny entered it by the nearest door, that of the barroom, walked swiftly through with the redeemed guns dangling from his swinging hands and without pausing in his stride, flung a brief remark over his shoulder to the man behind the bar, who was the only person, besides himself, in the room: 'You was shore right. It should ought to have a 'T' in it,' and passed through the other door, across the office and into the dining-room, where his four men were having an argument with a sullen waiter and a wrathy cook.
Ed Doane straightened up, his ears preserving the words, his eyes retaining the picture of an angry, hurrying two-gun man from whose hands swung four more guns. He cogitated, and then the possible significance of the numerous weapons sprang into his mind. Ed did not go around the bar. He vaulted it and leaped to the door, out of which he hopefully gazed at the tranquil place of business of Pecos Kane. Slowly the look of hope faded and he returned to his place behind the bar, scratching his frowsy head in frank energy, his imagination busy with many things.
THE desert and a paling eastern sky. The penetrating cold of the dark hours was soon to die and give place to a punishing heat well above the hundred mark. Spectral agaves, flinging their tent-shaped crowns heavenward, seemed to spring bodily from the radiating circlet of spiny swords at their bases, their slender stems still lost in the weakening darkness. Pale spots near the ground showed where flower-massed yuccas thrust up, lancelike, from their slender, prickly leaves. Giant cacti, ghostly, bulky, indistinct, grotesque in their erect, parallel columns reached upward to a height seven times that of a tall man. They are the only growing things unmoved by winds. The sage, lost in the ground-hugging darkness, formed a dark carpet, mottled by lighter patches of sand. There were quick rustlings over the earth as swift lizards scurried hither and yon and a faint whirring told of some 'side-winder' vibrating its rattles in emphatic warning against some encroachment. Tragedies were occurring in the sage, and the sudden squeak of a desert rat was its swan song.
In the east a silvery glow trembled above the horizon and to the magic of its touch silhouettes sprang suddenly from vague, blurred masses. The agave, known to most as the century plant, showed the delicate slenderness of its arrowy stem and marked its conical head with feathery detail. The flower-covered spikes of the Spanish bayonets became studies in ivory, with the black shadows on their thorny spikes deep as charcoal. The giant cacti, boldly thrown against the silver curtain, sprang from their joining bases like huge, thick telegraph poles of ebony, their thorns not yet clearly revealed. The squat sage, now resolved into tufted masses, might have been the purplish-leaden hollows of a great sea. The swift rustlings became swift movements and the 'side-winder' uncoiled his graceful length to round a nearby sage bush. The quaking of a small lump of sand grew violent and a long, round snoot pushed up inquiringly, the cold, beady eyes peering forth as the veined lids parted, and a Gila monster sluggishly emerged, eager for the promised warmth. To the northeast a rugged spur of mountains flashed suddenly white along its saw-toothed edge, where persistent snows crowned each thrusting peak. A moment more, and dazzling heliographic signals flashed from the snowy caps, the first of all earthly things to catch the rays of the rising sun, as yet below the far horizon. On all sides as far as eye could pierce through the morning twilight not a
