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I did not mean to say 'I' much less 'you' in reference to who should hollo 'Halves! to our sleeping benefactor. 'We' was the word I should have used." Zurich regarded Mr. Dewing in darkling silence; and that gentleman, in no way daunted, continued gayly: "I see that the same idea has shadowed itself to you. You must consider us Eric and I equals in that enterprise, friend Mayer.
Stanley turned his head at a clatter of hoofs; Something Dewing, on the trail from town, galloped to join them. "That was a creditable arrest you made, Mitchell," he said, drawing rein. "I saw it all from the top of Mule Hill. And I certainly thought our Little Boy Blue was going to take the Big Trip. He'll make a hand!"
Dewing raised his voice: "Come on in, Warren, hands up, before this old idiot drills me." "Evidence," remarked Johnson softly, "is what I am after. Evidence! I have no need of any corpses. Boland, you might go through Mr. Warren and those other gentlemen for guns. Never mind Dewing; I'll get his gun, myself, after the testimony. Dewing might play a trick on you if you get too close. That's right.
And you'll not see me after supper not unless you are up at the post-office. I'm done with cards." "I'd like to have a little chin with you to-morrow," said Dewing. "Not about cards. Business. I'm sick of cards, myself. I'll never be able to live 'em down especially with this pleasing nickname of mine. I want to talk trade. About your ranch: you've still got your wells and water-holes?
Johnson and his doings; second, he wrote to Mr. Mayer Zurich, at Cobre, and sent it by the first mail west, so that the stage should bring it to Cobre by the next night; third, he telegraphed to a trusty satellite at Silverbell, telling him to hold an automobile in readiness to carry a telegram to Mayer Zurich, should Dewing send such telegram later. Then Dewing lay down to snatch a little sleep.
And the fine drizzling rain fell upon all alike, pattering upon the hood of the taxi-cab; trickling down the front windows; glistening upon the unctuous hair of those in the street who were hatless; dewing the bare arms of the auctioneers, and dripping, melancholy, from the tarpaulin coverings of the stalls.
"Anderson, come back and sit down. Dewing, go and fork that horse of yours and ride the black devil out of your heart." "I have a thing to say, first," said Eric. "Dewing, you sought to begowk me by setting me up against Zurich or perhaps you really thought to use me against him. Well, you won't! When we want the information about the man that has been harryin' young Mitchell, Zurich will tell us.
"But I've got a good ranch and a bunch of cattle, if you happen to know anything about them." "Pete! Pete! That's enough," urged Boland. Pete shook him off. "Mind your own business, will you?" he snapped. "I'm going to show Mr. Something Dewing how it feels." The gambler smiled coldly. "Johnson, you're an old blowhard!
Three good friends together. I begin to fear we have sadly underestimated Eric you and I. By our own admission and his he is a better fighting man than either of us. You wouldn't want to displease him." "I think you go about it in an ill way to remedy a mistake, Dewing," said Zurich. "Don't let's be silly enough to fall out over one chance gone wrong.
I robbed Wiley so I could saw it off on Stan. You know why, I guess," said Dewing. "If you'll ask that little Bobby kid of Jackson Carr's, he'll tell you that Stan lost his spur beyond Hospital Springs about sunset on the night of the robbery, and didn't find it again. The three of us rode in together, and the boy can swear that Stan had only one spur.
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