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We had ridden but a short distance when one of the boys remarked, "We are not much in the lead, for there comes Capt. McKee's company just across the river," and as we reached the Ford, Capt. McKee and his men were crossing. So we both met on time. I had never met Capt. McKee but knew him from the fact that he was in the lead of his men. I rode up to him and saluted and asked if this was Capt.
McKee's; and, having given up the love of woman with other things, he was careful not to look about for Sidney on his way. He breakfasted at Mrs. McKee's, and was initiated into the mystery of the ticket punch. The food was rather good, certainly plentiful; and even his squeamish morning appetite could find no fault with the self-respecting tidiness of the place.
"What is it?" he asked simply. "Why, you paid off a mortgage of an even three thousan' dollars last week, didn't you?" "Yes, what has that to do with it?" he asked. Buck broke in at this point. Here was the strongest card that he had in his hand, and the Sheriff had played it to McKee's advantage. "Plenty," Buck shouted.
Lord Rawdon having advanced with the British army to Waxhaw Creek, General Rutherford issued, on the 10th of June, his orders for the militia to rendezvous at McKee's plantation, eighteen miles north-east of Charlotte. The orders were obeyed, and on the 12th eight hundred men were in arms on the ground. On the 14th the troops were organized.
Wayne then gave orders to destroy everything up to the very walls of the fort, and his commands were carried out to the letter; not only were the Indian villages burned and their crops cut down, but all the houses and buildings of the British agents and traders, including McKee's, were levelled to the ground.
It 'u'd be easy to steer her into refusin' to let Echo go into a mortgiged home." Simple-minded Bud readily accepted the wily half-breed's explanations and surmises, and fell into the trap he was preparing. This was to hold up the express-agent and rob him of the money Payson was expecting, on securing which it was McKee's intention to flee the country before Dick Lane returned to denounce him.
Le Moyne had been only taking a holiday in the gas office, paying off old scores, the barytone at Mrs. McKee's hazarded! and that he was really a very great surgeon and had saved Dr. Max Wilson.
McKee's to put it under his plate: DEAR MR. LE MOYNE, I am so excited I can hardly write. Dr. Wilson, the surgeon, is going to take me through the hospital this afternoon. Wish me luck. K. read it, and, perhaps because the day was hot and his butter soft and the other "mealers" irritable with the heat, he ate little or no luncheon. Before he went out into the sun, he read the note again.
The owner of Sweetwater Ranch, while accepting McKee's account, could not wholly forget the half-breed's former evil reputation, and was reserved in his reception of the advances of the ex-rustler who was anxious to curry favor.
This phase of human character was new to him, trained as he been on the border, where men rarely suffered remorse and still more rarely displayed it. "Shucks! I killed him you didn't have no hand in it," answered Buck. "This ain't my first killin'. I guess Buck McKee's pretty well known in some sections. I took all the chances. I did the killin'. You git half.
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