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to send a murderous glance back toward camera. ' What's the matter — yuh, paralyzed, down there ? Haul him in behind that bank! The moon'll be up before you get turned around, at that rate! '
' You shet yore haid! ' Applehead retorted at the full capacity of his lungs and with an absolute disregard for Luck's position as director of the company. ' Who's leadin' this here burro — you er me ? Per two cents I'd come back and knock the tar outa you, Luck! Stand up there on a rock and flop your wings and crow like a danged banty rooster—'n' I was leadin' burros 'fore you was born! I'd like to know who yuh think you l>e ? '
Pete Lowry, standing feet-apart and imperturb-ably focussing the camera while the two yelled insults at each other, looked up at Luck.
' Eiders in the background,' he announced laconically, and returned to his squinting and fussing. ' Maybe you can make 'em hear with the megaphone,' he hinted, looking again at Luck. ' They're riding straight up the canon, in the middle distance. They'll register in the scene, if you can't turn 'em.'
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phone to his irritated prospector. ' Get those riders outa the canon — they're in the scene! '
Applehead promptly appeared, glaring up at Luck. ' Well, now, if I've got to haul this here dang jackass up this dang gulch, I cal'clate that'll be about job enough for one man,' he yelled. ' How yuh expect me t' go two ways 't once ? Hey? Yuh figured that out yit?' He turned then for a look at the interrupting strangers, and immediately they saw his manner change. He straightened up, and his right hand crept back significantly toward his hip. Applehead, I may here explain, was an ex-sheriff, and what range men call a 'go-getter.' He had notches on the ivory handle of his gun — three of them. In fair fights and in upholding the law he had killed, and he would kill again if the need ever arose, as those who knew him never doubted.
Luck, seeing that backward movement of the hand, unconsciously hitched his own gun into position on his hip and came down off his rock ledge with one leap. Just as instinctively the Happy Family scrambled out of the shade and followed Luck down the gulch to where Applehead stood 132
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facing down the canon, watchfulness in every tense line of his lank figure. Tommy Johnson, who never seemed to be greatly interested in anything save his work, got up from where he lay close beside the camera tripod and went over to the other side of the gulch where he could see plainer.
Like a hunter poising his shotgun and making ready when his trained bird-dog points, Luck walked guardedly down the gulch to where Apple-head stood watching the horsemen who had for the moment passed out of sight of those above.
' jSTow, what's that danged shurf want, prowlin' up here with a couple uh depittys ?' Applehead grumbled when he heard Luck's footsteps crunching behind him. ' Uh course,' he added grimly, ' he might be viewin' the scenery — but it's dang pore weather fur pleasure-ridin', now I'm tellin' ye! Them a comin' up here don't look good to me, Luck —'n' if they ain't —'
' How do you know it's the sheriff ? ' Luck for no reason whatever felt a sudden heaviness of spirit.
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nation. ' I'd know ole Hank Miller a mile off with m' eyes shet.'
By then the three riders rode out into plain view. Perhaps the sight of Luck and Applehead standing there awaiting their arrival, with the whole Happy Family and Big Aleck Douglas and Lite Avery moving down in a close- bunched, expectant group behind the two, was construed as hostility rather than curiosity. At any rate the sheriff and his deputies shifted meaningly in their saddles and came up sour-faced and grim, and with their guns out and pointing at the group.
' Don't go making any foolish play, boys,' the sheriff warned. 'We don't want trouble — we aren't looking for any. But we ain't taking any chances.'
' Well now, you're takin' a dang long chance. Hank Miller, when yuh come ridin' up on us fellers like yuh was cornerin' a bunch uh outlaws,' Applehead exploded. But Luck pushed him aside and stepped to the front.
' Nobody's making any foolish play but you,' he answered the sheriff calmly. 'You may not know it, but you're blocking my scene and the 134
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light's going. If you've got any business with me or my company, get it over and then get out so we can make this scene. What d'yuh want ? '
' You,' snapped the sheriff. ' You and your bunch.'
' Me ? ' Luck took a step forward. ' What for ?'
' For pulling off that robbery at the bank today.' The sheriff could be pretty blunt, and he shot the charge straight, without any quibbling.
Luck looked a little blank; and old Applehead, shaking with a very real anger now, shoved Luck away and stepped up where he could shake his fist under the sheriff's nose.
' We don't know, and we don't give a cuss, what you're aimin' at,' he thundered. ' We been out here workin' in this brilin' sun sense nine o'clock this mornin'. Luck ain't robbed no bank, ner he ain't the kind that does rob banks, and I'm here to see you swaller them words 'fore I haul ye off'n that horse and plumb wear ye out! Yuh wanta think twicet 'fore ye come ridin' up where I kin hear yuh call Luck Lindsay a thief, now I'm tellin' ye! If a bank was robbed, ye better be gittin' out after them that done it, and git outa the way 135
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uh that camery sos't we can git t' work! Git! '
The sheriff did not 'git' exactly, but he did look considerably embarrassed. His eyes went to Luck
