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Then, opening a door which led from the house into the smithy, "here, comrades," he cried, "Anton, Cuthbert, Dingwell, and Ringen! Let none of you stir from the place till I return. Be as true as the weapons I have taught you to forge: a French crown and a Scotch merrymaking for you, if you obey my command. I leave a mighty treasure in your charge.
The girl "spelled" Dingwell at riding the second horse, but whether in the saddle or on foot her movements showed such swift certainty that Dave was satisfied she knew where she was going. Twice she stopped to rest the wounded man, who was now clinging with both hands to the saddle-horn. But the hard gleam of her dark eyes served notice that she was moved by expediency and not sympathy.
It was midnight when at last she stopped near the entrance to the pass. "The road lies straight before you over the divide. You can't miss it. Once on the other side keep going till you get into the foothills. All trails will take you down," she told Dingwell. "We're a heap obliged to you, Miss Rutherford," answered Dingwell.
Dingwell departed to borrow the boots and young Rutherford came over to Beaudry. Out of the corner of his eye Roy observed that Beulah was talking with the little Irish puncher, Pat Ryan. Rutherford plunged awkwardly into his thanks. His sister had made only a partial confidant of him, but he knew that she was under obligations to Beaudry for the rescue from Meldrum.
The Irishman drew up a chair and told Beaudry the story of that night in the Legal Tender as far as he could piece it together. He had talked with one of the poker-players, the man that owned the curio store, and from him had gathered all he could remember of the talk between Dingwell and Rutherford. "Get these points, lad," Ryan went on. "Dave comes to town from a long day's ride.
"Have you got a warrant for Chet's arrest?" "Only old Tried and True here." Dave patted the barrel of his weapon. "You're not a deputy sheriff?" "No-o. Not officially." "What has Chet done?" Dingwell regarded the other man humorously. "What have you done, Chet? You must 'a' broke some ordinance in that long career of disrespectability of yours.
"If you find I don't suit you, will you let me know?" "Sure. But there is no chance of that." Dave shook hands with him joyously. "It's a deal, boy." "It's a deal," agreed Beaudry. Roy is Invited to Take a Drink Dingwell gave a fishing-party next day. His invited guests were Sheriff Sweeney, Royal Beaudry, Pat Ryan, and Superintendent Elder, of the Western Express Company.
He had been brought up in that outdoor school of the West where a man has to game out his own feuds. As the cattleman saw it, Roy had to go through now just as his father had done seventeen years before. In town one day Dave met Pat Ryan and had a talk with him over dinner. A remark made by the little cowpuncher surprised his friend. Dingwell looked at him with narrowed, inquiring eyes.
From one of these a man came to meet them. "It's Hal Rutherford," announced Ryan, who was riding in front with Dingwell. The owner of the horse ranch nodded a greeting as he drew up in front of them. He was unshaven and gaunt. Furrows of anxiety lined his face. "Anything new, Hal?" asked Dave. "Not a thing. We're combing the hills thorough." "You don't reckon that maybe a cougar ?" Ryan stopped.
He'll go through. . . . And if it comes to a showdown, I won't have him starved to death." Tighe looked at him through half-hooded, cruel eyes. "He'll weaken. Another day or two will do it. Don't worry about Dingwell." "There's not a yellow streak in him. You haven't a chance to make him quit." Rutherford took another turn up and down the room diagonally. "I don't like this way of fighting.
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