Green.
'I'll attend to this,' he said, and signed the men to release the captive. Then, with a fierce whispered word, he led the Mexican into his private room.
Immediately they had disappeared the excitement broke out again. Threats against the 'Greaser' were freely uttered, and the saloon-keeper was openly blamed for what was regarded as an insult to the whole town.
'What made him pick on vu, marshal?' the store-keeper, Loder, enquired.
'Spotted my badge, I reckon,' Green evaded with a laugh.
Meanwhile, Seth Raven was listening to a story which brought disquietude even to his usually impassive features, for Moraga, mad with rage at his second discomfiture, blurted out the tale of his former meeting with the marshal, despite the fact that he thereby published his own shame. Striding up and down the room, gesticulating, his voice rose to a shrill shriek as he cursed and threatened.
'I'll keel him--keel him by inches!' he cried, and his claw-like fingers opened and shut as though he held his enemy's throat.
'I ain't sayin' yu mustn't,' Raven said quietly, 'but yu can't do it now or here. He's the marshal, an' the way the fellas out there look at it yu've tried to run a blazer on the town. Hark to 'em.' Through the partition they could hear loud and angry voices. 'If yu wasn't my guest, senor, yu'd be dancin' a fandango on nothin' right now, an' yu can stick a pin in that,' the saloon-keeper went on. 'Yu better slide outa the back door, climb yore cayuse, an' hike for the Border.'
Possessed by passion as he was, the visitor knew that Raven was right. So when, in response to a message, the marshal entered the office, there was no sign of the Mexican. Raven, slumped in his chair, greeted him with a frowning brow.
'Pretty damn mess yore blasted Injun has got us into,' he began. 'What's the idea, shootin' strangers up thisaway?'
The marshal's eyes grew frosty and his jaw stiffened. 'See here, Raven,' he said, and his tone had an edge, 'if yu think any yeller-skinned thief can pull a gun on me an' get away with if yu got another guess comin'. O' course'--and there was a suspicion of a sneer--'I didn't know he was a friend o' yores.'
'Friend nothin',' the saloon-keeper replied testily. 'He buys cows, pays a good price, an' saves me the trouble an' expense o' drivin' 'em to the rail-head. But it ain't that I'm thinkin' of. That hombre can raise more'n hundred men. S'pose he comes back an' stands the town up, what yu goin' to do?'
'Yo're scarin' me cold,' Green said sarcastically. 'Me? I should run like hell, o' course. Anythin' else yu wanta say to me?'
Raven shook his head, and for some time after Green had gone sat there deep in thought, inwardly cursing the new marshal and himself for having appointed him. It was becoming all too evident that this saturnine, self- reliant young puncher was not likely to 'come to heel,' and that--despite Raven's assertion to the contrary--he had quite a good notion of his responsibilities. Although he had given him the position, Raven knew he could not take it away without a very good excuse, and the fracas with Moraga, far from furnishing that, had only made the marshal more popular. When at length he got up there was an ugly expression on his face.
* * *
From the bunk-house of the Box B, Rusty watched the approach of a horseman along the trail, which, emerging from the thicket of spruce and cottonwood, zigzagged across the open stretch in front of the ranch. Presently the visitor was sufficiently near to be identified.
'The Vulture, huh?' murmured the cowboy. 'I'm damned if he don't look like it too.'
And, in fact, Raven, with his dark slouched hat, and long black coat-tails flapping in the light breeze, presented quite a resemblance to the bird he had been named after. He pulled up opposite the bunk-house.
'Andy around?' he asked curtly.
'I reckon,' came the equally short reply.
Raven nodded and rode up to the ranch-house, a large one-storied log-building with a wide, roofed-in porch. His hail brought Bordene to the door.
' 'Lo, Seth,' he greeted. 'Get down an' spoil yore thirst. Takin' exercise to pull yore weight down, huh?'
The saloon-keeper joined in the laugh--though his contribution was a mere dry cackle--as he hoisted his spare body out of the saddle and climbed stiffly down.
He declined the drink, but accepted a cigar, and when this was alight to his satisfaction, he shot a sly glance at his host.
'Yu got a nice place here, Andy,' he began, his eye taking in the solid, spacious bunk-house, barns, and corrals, and beyond them the level miles of grass, burnt brown and dead-looking by the summer heat, but, as he well knew, still the best of feed for cattle. Moreover, among the cottonwoods through which he had ridden was a little stream which later became a deep pool, worth in itself a small fortune in that arid land. 'Yore range must mighty near reach the Double S.'
'Our eastern line is their western,' Andy told him, wondering what was coming. Was Raven about to make him an offer for the ranch? If so, he was doomed to disappointment; Andy would not have sold for twice the value.
Seth nodded reflectively. 'Yore dad musta sunk a lot o' coin in it,' he said. 'This cattle business is a costly one, as I'm afindin' out; the 88 just eats money, spite of all Jevons can do to keep down expenses; which explains why I'm here.'
Andy began to comprehend. 'Yu want that five thousand I owe yu, is that it, Seth?' he asked.
'Partly, my boy, partly,' the other assented. 'I'm hatin' to press yu just now, but bein' up against it myself--' He paused a moment and went on, 'Unfortunately, Andy, that ain't all; there's what yore old man had too.'
'Dad? He owed yu some?' Bordene cried.
Satisfaction flickered for an instant in the visitor's eyes. He nodded and produced a paper. 'Yu can see for yourself,' he said.
The young rancher took the document and stared at it amazedly. It was a note of hand for fifteen thousand dollars, written out and signed by his father. Carelessly done by one who trusted others, the amount was in figures only and there was nothing to show that a deft stroke of the pen had trebled the indebtedness. For a moment he looked at it in stunned silence; it was a heavy blow, but he had enough of his sire in him to take it without wincing. He handed back the note, and said quietly:
'That's good enough, Seth. I dunno why Dad didn't tell me, but there it is. I'm payin' it, o' course, but yu'll have to wait a few weeks till I've sold the herd I'm roundin' up. I was goin' to make her a thousand strong, but it'll have to be fifteen hundred. There'll be a buyer waitin', an' I reckon they'll turn me in thirty thousand; that'll put things straight.'
'Suits me,' Raven returned. 'I ain't aimin' to rush yu. When yu reckon to drive?'
'Soon as I can get the extra cows--say two-three days,' the young man told him.
'Comin' along to-night to win some o' that dinero back?' the saloon-keeper smiled.
Bordene shook his head. 'I gotta hustle,' he said. 'Wait till I'm outa debt an' I'll have yore hide.'
The visitor nodded agreement. 'Well, s'long, Andy, an' good luck with the drive,' he said.
Jogging leisurely back to Lawless he gave vent to a sneering chuckle. On the assumption that old Bordene would not tell his son all his business, he had put up a bluff, and it had come off. It had been easy. 'Pie like mother made,' he muttered, his covetous eyes sweeping the fine grazing over which he was passing.
CHAPTER X
The marshal and his deputy, after a day of ferreting in the Tepee Mountain region, turned their horses' heads towards home. They had discovered nothing; the black was still peacefully grazing in the little valley and there were no new hoof-prints. The wind was rising and getting colder.
'Well, we ain't done much, but I reckon we'll call it a day,' Green remarked. 'I wanted for yu to know where that cache is in case someone takes a chance at me an' gets away with it.'
They were now nearing the broad cattle-trail which led north. In the fading light they saw a cloud of dust slowly approaching from the direction of Lawless.
'Herd a-comin',' Barsay announced. 'I guess it'll be young Bordene.'
'Yeah,' the marshal agreed, and scanned the sky with distrust. 'There's a storm a-comin' too. I'm for beddin' down with Andy to-night. We got all o' twenty miles to cover, an' the bosses is tired.'
'Yo're whistlin',' Pete agreed. 'Gee, they're gettin' a wiggle on that herd. I'm thinkin' Andy has seen that
