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Updated: June 19, 2025
"What did you come here for?" she asked, at last. "To see you," replied Duane, glad to speak. "Why?" "Well Euchre thought he wanted me to talk to you, cheer you up a bit," replied Duane, somewhat lamely. The earnest eyes embarrassed him. "Euchre's good. He's the only person in this awful place who's been good to me. But he's afraid of Bland. He said you were different. Who are you?"
He answered Euchre's greeting with a nod. Then he stood there a dark, silent figure. Mrs. Bland's full voice in eager questioning had a tendency to ease the situation. Bland replied briefly to her, reporting a remarkably successful trip. Duane thought it time to show himself. He had a feeling that Bland and Alloway would let him go for the moment.
His thoughts became confined to Euchre and the surprising loyalty and goodness in the hardened old outlaw. Time passed slowly. Duane kept glancing at his watch. He hoped to start the thing and get away before the outlaws were out of their beds. Finally he heard the shuffle of Euchre's boots on the hard path. The sound was quicker than usual.
Refusing to be carried, Scott dragged himself up the bank, and then allowed them to lift him on Euchre's back, Grainger riding and Jacky walking beside him. By the time they reached the camp it was broad daylight, and an alarmed look came into Grainger's eyes when there was no response to his loud Coo-ee! thrice repeated.
"Wal," replied Euchre, dryly, "he's been quicker on the draw than the other fellers who hankered to kill him, thet's all." Euchre's reply rather chilled Duane's interest for the moment. Such remarks always made his mind revolve round facts pertaining to himself. "Speakin' of this here swift wrist game," went on Euchre, "there's been considerable talk in camp about your throwin' of a gun.
That night Duane was not troubled by ghosts haunting his waking and sleeping hours. He awoke feeling bright and eager, and grateful to Euchre for having put something worth while into his mind. During breakfast, however, he was unusually thoughtful, working over the idea of how much or how little he would confide in the outlaw. He was aware of Euchre's scrutiny.
Guess thet wasn't a wise move of your Uncle Euchre's bringin' in your hosses an' havin' them ready?" "Euchre, I hope you're not going to get in bad here. I'm afraid you are. Let me do the rest now," said Duane. The old outlaw eyed him sarcastically. "Thet 'd be turrible now, wouldn't it? If you want to know, why, I'm in bad already. I didn't tell you thet Alloway called me last night.
He seemed to be acquiring patience, calmness, strength. "Bland kept you pretty long," he said. "Wait till I git my breath," replied Euchre. He sat silent a little while, fanning himself with a sombrero, though the night was cool, and then he went into the cabin to return presently with a lighted pipe. "Fine night," he said; and his tone further acquainted Duane with Euchre's quaint humor.
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