Continuing their investigations, they found a side-door in the passage which led into a board shack containing a broken-down stove, a ditto chair, and a few battered culinary utensils.
'Don't think much o' the kitchen--we'll have to do most of our feedin' at Durley's,' the marshal said. 'I allus did hate cookin' anyways.'
'Same here,' responded his assistant. 'This show won't be so bad once we got her tidied up an' our war- bags fetched in. We're nice an' handy to the boss,' he finished, with a sly look at the other.
Green rose at the bait instantly. 'See here, fella, bosses don't go with me, not any,' he said acidly. 'If that Vulture person thinks he can ride me he's got another guess comin'. Yu get that into the knob you hang yore hat on.'
Barsay laughed delightedly at his success in drawing his chief. 'Partner, I like yu most to death,' he chortled. 'I had an idea yu weren't exactly saddle-broke, but I wanted to be shore.'
Whereupon Green joined in the laugh against himself and they departed in search of their belongings.
CHAPTER IV
'I certainly was lucky to catch yu in town to-day, Tonia,' Andy Bordene remarked, as they jogged slowly along the trail. 'It seems ages since I saw you.'
The girl's eyes twinkled. 'Yes, the Double S must be a good two hours' ride from the Box B,' she said demurely.
The young man sensed the mild sarcasm and flushed. 'I have to work for my livin' nowadays, Tonia,' he defended. 'Yu've no notion what a driver the old man is, an' we're short-handed at that.'
'You ought not to be, when there are likely punchers in town with nothing better to do than swallow the poison sold at the Red Ace,' she retorted, and went on to tell of her recent encounter with the stranger cowboy.
Bordene smiled. 'Any puncher is apt to slip over the edge now an' then; I'll look him up when I get back to town.' He shot a mischievous glance at her. 'Mebbe it would be wiser to have him at the Box B.'
The girl returned the look. She knew he was teasing her--it was an old trick of his--but this time she suspected a gravity under the playful words.
'Andy, you are a chump,' she said, and smiled sweetly. 'But you are a nice chump.'
The Double S ranch lay some fifteen miles south-east of Lawless and about half-way between that town and Sweetwater, though not on the direct route. For the most part, the trail to it passed over the open range. At one point, however, it cut through a strip of broken country which jutted out like a great finger into the grassland, dipping down between the tree and brush-clad walls of a ravine. After the scorching sunshine of the open, the shade of the overhanging foliage was a welcome relief, and, therefore, Bordene was astonished when his companion spurred her mount and rocketed through the gorge at full speed. Wondering what was the matter, he did likewise, catching her up just as she emerged on the open plain again. She slowed down and turned to him, a somewhat shamed expression on her flushed face.
'I'm sorry, Andy,' she said. 'I dread that place, and I just cannot dawdle through it. If you hadn't been here I'd have gone round, though it's miles out of the way. Cowardly, I know, but you understand, don't you?'
He nodded, and his eyes were suddenly tender. Of course he understood, and it was not difficult, remembering that less than a twelvemonth before, Anthony Sard, her father, had been foully done to death somewhere in the ravine. Both he and Tonia had been away at college, but he knew that the rancher had been bushwhacked--shot in the back from ambush--and his slayer had never been discovered. The girl had returned home to find Reuben Sarel, her father's only brother, in charge of the ranch. For some time they rode in silence and then, as though she had been screwing up her courage, Tonia turned impulsively to her companion.
'Andy, would you be hurt if I asked you not to spend so much time at the Red Ace?' she asked.
'Who's been talkin'?' he countered.
'Oh, little birds chirp, you know,' she replied lightly.
'Some little birds oughta have their little necks twisted,' he replied. 'Just because a fella drops into a place now an' again for a drink an' a game they figure he's headin' for hell right away.'
'Is it only now and again, Andy?' she queried. 'And isn't it true you have lost a lot at poker lately?'
'I've dropped a bit,' he admitted. 'Dad keeps me pretty close-hauled, but I'll get it back, an' Seth ain't in no hurry.'
'I don't like that man--he makes me shudder,' she said. 'Whenever I meet him I think of something I saw years ago when I was a kid.'
'Not so awful many years ago,' smiled the boy.
She refused to be put off. 'I was out riding with Dad and we came upon a poor little dead calf,' she went on. 'Perched on the carcase was a great black bird, its claws embedded in the body and its cruel beak tearing away the flesh. Ugh! It was horrible!'
Bordene laughed at her. 'Well, they call him The Vulture, but he ain't a bad old scout,' he replied. 'Fella can't help his looks, yu know, an' he's too big a man in these parts to tangle with. Yore uncle thinks a lot of him.'
'I know, but--'
She left the sentence unfinished, loth to admit distrust of her only relation, even to Andy. For the truth was that though she was fond of Reuben Sarel, and believed that he sincerely cared for her, she recognized his limitations, knew that he was weak, and that his great bulk inclined him to laziness. In the hands of a man like Raven...
Presently they reached the long, easy slope which wound up to the top of the little mesa where stood the Double S. It was a big place, the bunk-house, barns, store-houses, and corrals all constructed on a generous scale. The ranch-house, though of one storey only, was roomy. Solidly built of shaped logs and adobe bricks, it had a broad, covered veranda which overlooked the trail. In some ways the location was not a happy one, but the presence of a perpetual spring of cold, sweet water, in a land where that liquid was sometimes more precious than gold, compensated for other disadvantages. Three giant cottonwoods, survivors of the grove cut down when the buildings were erected, cast a welcome shade and relieved the bareness of the surroundings.
Lounging in a chair in a protected corner of the veranda, puffing a long black cigar, Reuben Sarel watched the approaching riders. Of middle age, his big, round, fleshy face, in which the tiny eyes twinkled, was so fashioned as to present a perpetual expression of good-humour, but there was a slackness and want of decision about the mouth which told a story; here was one who would take the easy way. His enormous breadth of body, coupled with his corpulency, made him appear almost as wide as he was long. With astonishing agility for so massive a man, he jumped up and waved to the girl and her companion as they loped up.
''Lo, Andy, what's brung yu over?' he asked, with a grin which uncovered his strong, tobacco-stained teeth. 'Light an' tell us the news.'
'Just had to see Tonia safe home, but I can't stay,' the young man smiled, as he dismounted and trailed the reins. 'Heard about the Sweetwater stage bein' held up?'
'Yu don't say!' ejaculated the other. 'When was it?'
'Yesterday mornin' in Devil's Dip. Strade an' his posse was in lookin' for the fella.'
'The fella? One-man job, huh? Did he get anythin'?'
'He got the messenger--plumb through the head, the express box with ten thousand, an' one o' the passengers claims he lost two thousand more.'
'Pretty good haul,' Sard said. 'Strade got anythin' to go on? Fella didn't look anyways like me, I s'pose?'
'I guess not,' Bordene assured him. 'Eames, the driver, said the hold-up claimed to be Sudden, an' the hoss tallied.'
Sarel's small eyes widened. 'Hell!' he exploded. 'That jasper's gettin' too prevalent in these parts; it's time somebody put a crimp in his game.'
The talk drifted to range topics, and presently Andy climbed his horse again, and, with a wave of his hat, set out for Lawless. He rode slowly, his mind full of the girl from whom he had just parted. Ever since they could toddle they had been playmates, like brother and sister. School and college days for both of them had intervened, and when these were over the relationship had become one of good comrades. But something had happened today. Was it a sudden realization of her budding, youthful beauty as she rode so jauntily beside him, or the fact that she had shown interest in another man? He did not know, but he was acutely conscious that he wanted her, that his feeling was no longer one of mere friendship. He decided that he would employ this stranger, and would see to it
