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The procession left behind it the Silver Dollar, the Last Chance, Chalkeye's Place and Pete's Palace. Reaching the hotel first, Davis disappeared according to program into the side door. Carly followed, walked directly up the stairs, along the corridor, and passed without knocking into Room 217. A young woman was sitting there engaged with some fancy work.
I've got a-plenty. You sure fooled us thorough. Was it Sam gave us away?" "No, Bill. Curly overheard Soapy and Blackwell at Chalkeye's Place. Sam stood pat, though you were planning to murder him." "I wasn't in on that, Luck didn't know a thing about it till after the boy was shot. I wouldn't a-stood for it." "He wasn't shot. Curly saved him. He had to give you away to do it." "Good enough.
"I'm no lady's man," Sam protested, content to let the other follow a wrong scent. "Sure not. It never is a lady," Flandrau called after him as he departed. But Sam had no more than turned the corner before Curly was out of a side door and cutting through an alley toward Chalkeye's place. Reaching the back door of the saloon, he opened it a few inches and peered in.
It was known that Curly had refused to leave town, just as it was known that Stone and that other prison bird Blackwell were hanging about the Last Chance and Chalkeye's Place drinking together morosely. It was observed too that whenever Curly appeared in public he was attended by friends.
But it was when he related what he had heard at Chalkeye's place that the interest grew most tense. While he was going over the plot to destroy young Cullison there was no sound in the room but his voice. Luck's eyes burned like live coals. The color faded from the face of his daughter so that her lips were gray as cigar ash. Yet she sat up straight and did not flinch.
This was what he read: Sam, come to Chalkeye's place soon as you get this. There we will talk over the business. You Know Who. Though he did not know who, Curly thought he could give a pretty good guess both as to the author and the business that needed talking over. Through the open door of the hotel he saw Sam approaching.
Good-night, Mr. McLean; good-night, young Mr. "I'm Billy Lusk. I can ride Chalkeye's pinto that bucked Honey Wiggin." "I am sure you can ride finely, Mr. Lusk. Maybe you and I can take a ride together. Pleasant dreams!" She nodded and smiled to him, and slid her door to; and Billy considered it, remarking: "I like her. What makes her live in a car?"
Sometimes it would be Maloney and Davis, sometimes his uncle Alec Flandrau, occasionally a couple of the Map of Texas vaqueros. It chanced that "Old Man" Flandrau, drifting into Chalkeye's Place, found in the assembled group the man he sought.
Chalkeye's successor was a blatant youth much impressed with his own importance. He was both foul-mouthed and foul-minded, so that Jim was constrained to interrupt his evil boastings by pretending to fall asleep. It was nearly two o'clock when the foreman aroused his friend to take his turn. Shortly after this the lad Hughie relieved the bragging, would-be bad man.
Next day Stone rode down to Tin Cup to look over the ground. Maloney telephoned their movements to the Circle C and to the Hashknife. This brought to Saguache Luck Cullison, Curly Flandrau, and Slats Davis. Bucky O'Connor had been called to Douglas on important business and could not lend his help. Curly met Sam in front of Chalkeye's Place.
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