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There's plenty of us fellows that's quite capable to furnish the bad examples. The girl was crying softly with an arm about her brother's neck when he finished reading. "What what are you going to do, Eddie?" she sobbed. "I'm goin' to irrigate!" said Ed Lamy with a new note in his voice. "I'm goin' to build a sure-enough ranch for us with this piece of paper for a corner stone!"
For answer Lamy dug into his trousers' pockets, under his chaps, and produced two more rolls of bills. "That's the chunk," he said with a sneering inflection in his voice. "If you want I'll stand a frisk." "No, I won't search you. I take it you're too sensible to lie!" "Thanks," replied Lamy dryly. "I suppose I'm free to go now, unless you figure you'd be safer by killin' me off."
This latter would have looked hopeful but for the fact that it was a party of three women and a man. Going back beyond Lamy didn't give anything, for the conductor was able to account for every fare as either still in the train or as having got off at some point.
We spent that day pulling up the Raton pass, and so on over the Glorietta pass down to Lamy, where, as the party wanted to see Santa Fé, I had our two cars dropped off the overland, and we ran up the branch line to the old Mexican city.
He said there was a bunch of wild hosses in the valley an' that they'd probably got away an' gone with 'em. We saw the wild hosses, but we couldn't get anywhere near 'em couldn't get near enough to see if any of 'em was wearin' saddles or not. We had some chase while it lasted, I'll recite." "Did Lamy say how they came to leave their horses?" asked the sheriff in an annoyed tone.
"It was The Coyote's orders. Thought they'd be safer in the middle of the posse or something like that. Made Lamy leave the hosses an' run for the house an' made him get down in the cellar with him. Don't know if he knew Lamy lived there or not, but reckon it wouldn't have made any difference." The sheriff was pacing the floor of the office as his footfalls attested.
With these words he handed Lamy the note and bounded back up the slope. The screen of cedar bushes closed behind him as Lamy pushed on, looking back, wondering and confused, with heightened color in his face. It was late that night when Lamy returned to the little ranch house. Frankie had gone to bed, but his sister was waiting up for him with a meal and hot tea ready.
"If we're cornered you leave it to me," Rathburn came back. "I have reasons for everything I'm doing. An' don't forget that I'd rather be grabbed for this simple trick of yours in Dry Lake than for one or two jobs over in Arizona. If things go wrong keep your mouth shut don't talk! If you start talking any time I'll try to kill you!" Lamy drew back from the ferocity in Rathburn's tone and manner.
The pair sat upon some gunny sacks in the little cellar until their eyes became accustomed to the darkness; they could dimly see each other by the faint light which came to them through some cracks in the floor above. They heard steps at the rear of the house; then the pound of hoofs from in front. Rathburn saw Lamy staring at him fixedly with a puzzled look. He frowned at him.
I don't know what your play is, but you've acted too queer to-day for me to believe you're on the square one way or the other." "You want some more, Percy?" "My name is Lamy," growlingly replied the other, as he rose cautiously. "Oh, o-h. Percy Lamy." "No, just Lamy. Lamy's my name, an' I ain't ashamed of it. You'd find it out sooner or later anyway, I expect."
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