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place him in my mind."
"What'd he look like?"
"Rangy, powerful man, white hair over his temples, still, hard face, eyes
like knives. The way he packed his guns, the way he walked an' stood an' swung
his right hand showed me what he was. You can't fool me on the gun-sharp. An'
he had a grand horse, a big black."
"I've met your man," said Longstreth.
"No!" exclaimed Knell. It was wonderful to hear surprise expressed by this
man that did not in the least show it in his strange physiognomy. Knell
laughed a short, grim, hollow laugh. "Boss, this here big gent drifts into Ord
again an' makes up to Jim Fletcher. Jim, you know, is easy led. He likes men.
An' when a posse come along trailin' a blind lead, huntin' the wrong way for
the man who held up No. 6, why, Jim he up an' takes this stranger to be the
fly road-agent an' cottons to him. Got money out of him sure. An' that's what
stumps me more. What's this man's game? I happen to know, boss, that he
couldn't have held up No. 6."
"How do you know?" demanded Longstreth.
"Because I did the job myself."
A dark and stormy passion clouded the chief's face.
"Damn you, Knell! You're incorrigible. You're unreliable. Another break like
that queers you with me. Did you tell Poggin?"
"Yes. That's one reason we fell out. He raved. I thought he was goin' to
kill me."
"Why did you tackle such a risky job without help or plan?"
"It offered, that's all. An' it was easy. But it was a mistake. I got the
country an' the railroad hollerin' for nothin'. I just couldn't help it. You
know what idleness means to one of us. You know also that this very life
breeds fatality. It's wrong that's why. I was born of good parents, an' I know
what's right. We're wrong, an' we can't beat the end, that's all. An' for my
part I don't care a damn when that comes."
"Fine wise talk from you, Knell," said Longstreth, scornfully. "Go on with
your story."
"As I said, Jim cottons to the pretender, an' they get chummy. They're
together all the time. You can gamble Jim told all he knew an' then some. A
little liquor loosens his tongue. Several of the boys rode over from Ord, an'
one of them went to Poggin an' says Jim Fletcher has a new man for the gang.
Poggin, you know, is always ready for any new man. He says if one doesn't turn
out good he can be shut off easy. He rather liked the way this new part of
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Jim's was boosted. Jim an' Poggin always hit it up together. So until I got on
the deal Jim's pard was already in the gang, without Poggin or you ever seein'
him. Then I got to figurin' hard. Just where had I ever seen that chap? As it
turned out, I never had seen him, which accounts for my bein' doubtful. I'd
never forget any man I'd seen. I dug up a lot of old papers from my kit an'
went over them. Letters, pictures, clippin's, an' all that. I guess I had a
pretty good notion what I was lookin' for an' who I wanted to make sure of. At
last I found it. An' I knew my man. But I didn't spring it on Poggin. Oh no! I
want to have some fun with him when the time comes. He'll be wilder than a
trapped wolf. I sent Blossom over to Ord to get word from Jim, an' when he
verified all this talk I sent Blossom again with a message calculated to make
Jim hump. Poggin got sore, said he'd wait for Jim, an' I could come over here
to see you about the new job. He'd meet me in Ord."
Knell had spoken hurriedly and low, now and then with passion. His pale eyes
glinted like fire in ice, and now his voice fell to a whisper.
"Who do you think Fletcher's new man is?"
"Who?" demanded Longstreth.
"BUCK DUANE!"
Down came Longstreth's boots with a crash, then his body grew rigid.
"That Nueces outlaw? That two-shot ace-of-spades gun-thrower who killed
Bland, Alloway ?"
"An' Hardin." Knell whispered this last name with more feeling than the
apparent circumstance demanded.
"Yes; and Hardin, the best one of the Rim Rock fellows Buck Duane!"
Longstreth was so ghastly white now that his black mustache seemed outlined
against chalk. He eyed his grim lieutenant. They understood each other without
more words. It was enough that Buck Duane was there in the Big Bend.
Longstreth rose presently and reached for a flask, from which he drank, then
offered it to Knell. He waved it aside.
"Knell," began the chief, slowly, as he wiped his lips, "I gathered you have
some grudge against this Buck Duane."
"Yes."
"Well, don't be a fool now and do what Poggin or almost any of you men
would don't meet this Buck Duane. I've reason to believe he's a Texas Ranger
now."
"The hell you say!" exclaimed Knell.
"Yes. Go to Ord and give Jim Fletcher a hunch. He'll get Poggin, and they'll
fix even Buck Duane."
"All right. I'll do my best. But if I run into Duane "
"Don't run into him!" Longstreth's voice fairly rang with the force of its
passion and command. He wiped his face, drank again from the flask, sat down,
resumed his smoking, and, drawing a paper from his vest pocket he began to
study it.
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"Well, I'm glad that's settled," he said, evidently referring to the Duane
matter. "Now for the new job. This is October the eighteenth. On or before the
twenty-fifth there will be a shipment of gold reach the Rancher's Bank of Val
Verde. After you return to Ord give Poggin these orders. Keep the gang quiet.
You, Poggin, Kane, Fletcher, Panhandle Smith, and Boldt to be in on the secret
and the job. Nobody else. You'll leave Ord on the twenty-third, ride across
country by the trail till you get within sight of Mercer. It's a hundred miles
from Bradford to Val Verde about the same from Ord. Time your travel to get
you near Val Verde on the morning of the twenty-sixth. You won't have to more
than trot your horses. At two o'clock in the afternoon, sharp, ride into town
and up to the Rancher's Bank. Val Verde's a pretty big town. Never been any
holdups there. Town feels safe. Make it a clean, fast, daylight job. That's
all. Have you got the details?"
Knell did not even ask for the dates again.
"Suppose Poggin or me might be detained?" he asked.
Longstreth bent a dark glance upon his lieutenant.
"You never can tell what'll come off," continued Knell. "I'll do my best."
"The minute you see Poggin tell him. A job on hand steadies him. And I say
again look to it that nothing happens. Either you or Poggin carry the job
through. But I want both of you in it. Break for the hills, and when you get
up in the rocks where you can hide your tracks head for Mount Ord. When all's
quiet again I'll join you here. That's all. Call in the boys."
Like a swift shadow and as noiseless Duane stole across the level toward the
dark wall of rock. Every nerve was a strung wire. For a little while his mind
was cluttered and clogged with whirling thoughts, from which, like a flashing
scroll, unrolled the long, baffling order of action. The game was now in his
hands. He must cross Mount Ord at night. The feat was improbable, but it might [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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place him in my mind."
"What'd he look like?"
"Rangy, powerful man, white hair over his temples, still, hard face, eyes
like knives. The way he packed his guns, the way he walked an' stood an' swung
his right hand showed me what he was. You can't fool me on the gun-sharp. An'
he had a grand horse, a big black."
"I've met your man," said Longstreth.
"No!" exclaimed Knell. It was wonderful to hear surprise expressed by this
man that did not in the least show it in his strange physiognomy. Knell
laughed a short, grim, hollow laugh. "Boss, this here big gent drifts into Ord
again an' makes up to Jim Fletcher. Jim, you know, is easy led. He likes men.
An' when a posse come along trailin' a blind lead, huntin' the wrong way for
the man who held up No. 6, why, Jim he up an' takes this stranger to be the
fly road-agent an' cottons to him. Got money out of him sure. An' that's what
stumps me more. What's this man's game? I happen to know, boss, that he
couldn't have held up No. 6."
"How do you know?" demanded Longstreth.
"Because I did the job myself."
A dark and stormy passion clouded the chief's face.
"Damn you, Knell! You're incorrigible. You're unreliable. Another break like
that queers you with me. Did you tell Poggin?"
"Yes. That's one reason we fell out. He raved. I thought he was goin' to
kill me."
"Why did you tackle such a risky job without help or plan?"
"It offered, that's all. An' it was easy. But it was a mistake. I got the
country an' the railroad hollerin' for nothin'. I just couldn't help it. You
know what idleness means to one of us. You know also that this very life
breeds fatality. It's wrong that's why. I was born of good parents, an' I know
what's right. We're wrong, an' we can't beat the end, that's all. An' for my
part I don't care a damn when that comes."
"Fine wise talk from you, Knell," said Longstreth, scornfully. "Go on with
your story."
"As I said, Jim cottons to the pretender, an' they get chummy. They're
together all the time. You can gamble Jim told all he knew an' then some. A
little liquor loosens his tongue. Several of the boys rode over from Ord, an'
one of them went to Poggin an' says Jim Fletcher has a new man for the gang.
Poggin, you know, is always ready for any new man. He says if one doesn't turn
out good he can be shut off easy. He rather liked the way this new part of
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Jim's was boosted. Jim an' Poggin always hit it up together. So until I got on
the deal Jim's pard was already in the gang, without Poggin or you ever seein'
him. Then I got to figurin' hard. Just where had I ever seen that chap? As it
turned out, I never had seen him, which accounts for my bein' doubtful. I'd
never forget any man I'd seen. I dug up a lot of old papers from my kit an'
went over them. Letters, pictures, clippin's, an' all that. I guess I had a
pretty good notion what I was lookin' for an' who I wanted to make sure of. At
last I found it. An' I knew my man. But I didn't spring it on Poggin. Oh no! I
want to have some fun with him when the time comes. He'll be wilder than a
trapped wolf. I sent Blossom over to Ord to get word from Jim, an' when he
verified all this talk I sent Blossom again with a message calculated to make
Jim hump. Poggin got sore, said he'd wait for Jim, an' I could come over here
to see you about the new job. He'd meet me in Ord."
Knell had spoken hurriedly and low, now and then with passion. His pale eyes
glinted like fire in ice, and now his voice fell to a whisper.
"Who do you think Fletcher's new man is?"
"Who?" demanded Longstreth.
"BUCK DUANE!"
Down came Longstreth's boots with a crash, then his body grew rigid.
"That Nueces outlaw? That two-shot ace-of-spades gun-thrower who killed
Bland, Alloway ?"
"An' Hardin." Knell whispered this last name with more feeling than the
apparent circumstance demanded.
"Yes; and Hardin, the best one of the Rim Rock fellows Buck Duane!"
Longstreth was so ghastly white now that his black mustache seemed outlined
against chalk. He eyed his grim lieutenant. They understood each other without
more words. It was enough that Buck Duane was there in the Big Bend.
Longstreth rose presently and reached for a flask, from which he drank, then
offered it to Knell. He waved it aside.
"Knell," began the chief, slowly, as he wiped his lips, "I gathered you have
some grudge against this Buck Duane."
"Yes."
"Well, don't be a fool now and do what Poggin or almost any of you men
would don't meet this Buck Duane. I've reason to believe he's a Texas Ranger
now."
"The hell you say!" exclaimed Knell.
"Yes. Go to Ord and give Jim Fletcher a hunch. He'll get Poggin, and they'll
fix even Buck Duane."
"All right. I'll do my best. But if I run into Duane "
"Don't run into him!" Longstreth's voice fairly rang with the force of its
passion and command. He wiped his face, drank again from the flask, sat down,
resumed his smoking, and, drawing a paper from his vest pocket he began to
study it.
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"Well, I'm glad that's settled," he said, evidently referring to the Duane
matter. "Now for the new job. This is October the eighteenth. On or before the
twenty-fifth there will be a shipment of gold reach the Rancher's Bank of Val
Verde. After you return to Ord give Poggin these orders. Keep the gang quiet.
You, Poggin, Kane, Fletcher, Panhandle Smith, and Boldt to be in on the secret
and the job. Nobody else. You'll leave Ord on the twenty-third, ride across
country by the trail till you get within sight of Mercer. It's a hundred miles
from Bradford to Val Verde about the same from Ord. Time your travel to get
you near Val Verde on the morning of the twenty-sixth. You won't have to more
than trot your horses. At two o'clock in the afternoon, sharp, ride into town
and up to the Rancher's Bank. Val Verde's a pretty big town. Never been any
holdups there. Town feels safe. Make it a clean, fast, daylight job. That's
all. Have you got the details?"
Knell did not even ask for the dates again.
"Suppose Poggin or me might be detained?" he asked.
Longstreth bent a dark glance upon his lieutenant.
"You never can tell what'll come off," continued Knell. "I'll do my best."
"The minute you see Poggin tell him. A job on hand steadies him. And I say
again look to it that nothing happens. Either you or Poggin carry the job
through. But I want both of you in it. Break for the hills, and when you get
up in the rocks where you can hide your tracks head for Mount Ord. When all's
quiet again I'll join you here. That's all. Call in the boys."
Like a swift shadow and as noiseless Duane stole across the level toward the
dark wall of rock. Every nerve was a strung wire. For a little while his mind
was cluttered and clogged with whirling thoughts, from which, like a flashing
scroll, unrolled the long, baffling order of action. The game was now in his
hands. He must cross Mount Ord at night. The feat was improbable, but it might [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]