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Sassoon," Scott smiled sympathetically on Lefever, "is half-way to Morgan's Gap." "After him!" cried Lefever hotly. De Spain looked inquiringly at the guard. Scott shook his head. "That would be all right, but there's two other Calabasas men in the Gap this afternoon it wouldn't be nice to mix with Deaf Sandusky and Harvey Logan." "We won't mix with them," suggested de Spain.
Stage drivers and barnmen from Calabasas and Thief River mingled with cowboys from the Deep Creek country for Hawk himself had, years before, driven on the Spanish Sinks line. From the barn at Sleepy Cat these men brought out and drafted the old Wells-Fargo stage coach that Abe had driven on the first trip to the Thief River mines.
Why?" "Did you see de Spain at Calabasas this afternoon?" "No." "See him anywhere else?" "No, I did not. What do you mean? What," demanded his niece with spirit, "do you want to know? What are you trying to find out?" Duke turned in his rage on Gale. "There! You hear that what have you got to say now?" he demanded with an abusive oath.
The two dancers at once disappeared, and a new and rougher party crowded out on the floor. "Now, isn't that a pretty bunch!" exclaimed the critical woman again. "That's the Calabasas gang. Look at those four men with the red neckerchiefs. Sandusky, that big fellow, with the crooked jaw Butch, they call him and his jaw's not half as crooked as Sandusky himself, either.
"What's going on in there, Bull?" asked de Spain after Bull had told him that Gale had driven him out, and he was heading for Calabasas. "Looks to me like old Duke's getting ready to die. Gale says he's going to draw his will to-night, and don't want nobody around got old Judge Druel in there." De Spain pricked up his ears. "What's that, Druel?" he demanded. Bull repeated his declaration.
The two that would not be restrained had made their appointment at the lower lava beds half-way between the Gap and Calabasas. The sun was sinking behind the mountain when de Spain galloped out of the rocks as Nan turned from the trail and rode toward the black and weather-beaten meeting-place.
But Sassoon had the unpleasant patience of a mountain-lion and its dogged persistence, and, hiding himself on Black Cap, he made certain one day of what he had long been convinced that Nan was meeting de Spain. The day after she had mentioned Black Cap to her lover, Nan rode over to Calabasas to get a bridle mended. Galloping back, she encountered Sassoon just inside the Gap.
"Where you left it." "How?" She was silent. "When?" "To-night." "Have you been to Calabasas and back to-night?" "Everybody but Sassoon is in the chase," she replied uneasily as if not knowing what to say, or how to say it. "They said you should never leave the Gap alive they are ready with traps everywhere. I didn't know what to do.
Here the thirsty stage passenger, little suspecting the origin of the facilities offered him for a drink, may choose strong drink instead of water or rather, he is restricted to strong drink where water might once have been had the spring being piped now half a mile to the barns for the horses. And this shack, as it is locally called, run by a Mexican, is still the inn at Calabasas.
"Save your horses," cautioned Scott, between strides. "It's a good ways home." "Make for Calabasas," shouted Lefever. "No," yelled Scott. "They would stand us a siege at Calabasas. While the trail is open make for the railroad." A great globe of dazzling gold burst into the east above the distant hills.
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