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Dingwell assured him hardily. "A man ought to take a trip like this every once in a while. It's great for what ails him." Young Rutherford grunted sulkily. Their prisoner was the coolest customer he had ever met. The man was no fool. He must know he was in peril, but his debonair, smiling insouciance never left him for a moment. He was grit clear through. Tighe Weaves his Web Tighter
"You mean the Western Express robbery two weeks ago?" "Sure I mean that. Say the Rutherford outfit did that job." "And that Dingwell got evidence of it. But then they would kill him." The heart of the young man sank. He had a warm place in it for this unknown friend who had paid his law-school expenses. "You're forgetting about the gold mine Dave claimed to have found in Lonesome Park.
She swung from the saddle and picked her coat out of the mud where it had fallen. Her lithe young figure was supple as that of a boy. "You've spoiled my coat," she charged resentfully. The injustice of this tickled him. "I'll buy you a new one when we get to town," he told her promptly. Her angry dignity gave her another inch of height. "I'll attend to that, Mr. Dingwell.
"I'd have to wrastle that out with the coroner afterward, I expect," replied Dingwell casually. "Not thinking of leaving me, are you?" "Oh, no! No. Not at all. I was just kinder talking." It was seven miles from Lonesome Park to Battle Butte. Fox kept up a kind of ingratiating whine whenever the road was so rough that the horses had to fall into a walk.
He had already decided to take the cattle and the formal agreement could wait. "Easy! Say, do you know what I saw that young man put over to-day at the depot?" "I'll know when you've told me," suggested Dingwell. The Denver man told his story and added editorial comment.
After that I don't care what you do." Moonlight fell upon the sardonic smile on the pitifully white face of the young man. "I'm to be personally conducted by the Queen of Huerfano. That's great. I certainly appreciate the honor." With the help of Dingwell he pulled himself to the saddle.
"Did I mention the Rutherfords?" he asked, looking straight into the eye of the Western Express man. "I reckon you didn't hear me quite right." Elder laughed a little. He was a Westerner himself. "Oh, I heard you, Mr. Dingwell. But I haven't heard a lot of things I'd like to know." The cattleman pushed the sack with his toe. "Money talks, folks say." "Maybe so.
"No-o, but " Dingwell surrendered the point reluctantly. He flashed a question at Rutherford. "Tighe will murder him. That's sure. You going to let him?" "Not if I can help it. I'm going to send young Beaudry out of the park." "Fine. Don't lose any time about it, Hal." The Huerfano Park rancher made one more attempt to shake his prisoner. His dark eyes looked straight into those of Dingwell.
"Or expect to have any?" interjected Meldrum, insolence in his shifty pig eyes. "No, not looking for any," answered Dingwell amiably. "Fact is, I was prospecting around Lonesome Park and found a gold mine. Looks good, so I thought I'd tell Sweeney about it. . . . Up to me? I've got openers." He pushed chips to the center of the table. Rutherford also pushed chips forward.
Few men traveled to it, and these by little-used trails. Of those who frequented them, some were night riders. They carried a price on their heads, fugitives from localities where the arm of the law reached more surely. Through the dry brittle grass the man on horseback followed Dingwell to the scant pines where his cowpony was tethered.
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