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So this was the much-cursed Jake Harnach, and, he thought without any particular pleasure, his future boss. There was no further talk. Jake Harnach looked up and halted. Then he signaled, and a great shout came to the waiting group. "Hi! hi! you there! You with the pants!" A snigger went round the gathering, and Tresler knew that it was he who was being summoned.
Ther' ain't bin a feller slep in that bunk since Dave went away." "Why?" Tresler's interest was agog. "Why?" Arizona's voice rose. "'Cos it's mussed all up wi' a crazy man's blood. A crazy man as wus killed right here, kind of, by Jake Harnach." "I heard something of it." "Heerd suthin' of it? Wal, I guess ther' ain't a feller around this prairie as ain't yelled hisself hoarse 'bout Dave.
Turning away he passed to the left of the shed, and strolled leisurely on to the corrals. He had no desire in the world to meet Jake Harnach; not that he thought such a contingency likely, but still there was always the chance if the man had not yet gone to bed. He had already decided that the less he saw of Jake the better it would be for both of them.
You know it. And you are threatened with marriage to a rascal that should be wiped off the face of the earth. And this is the work of one man whom we believe to be the scourge of the countryside; whom we call Red Mask or Jake Harnach, according to when and where we meet him. Now, is this all to go on without protest? Will you submit? Is your father to be victimized?" The girl shook her head.
He saw Harnach hunch himself as though to spring at him. He saw the great hands clench at his sides and his arms draw up convulsively. He saw the working face and the black eyes as they half closed and reduced themselves to mere slits beneath the overshadowing brows. Then the hoarse, rage-choked voice came. "By G ! I'll smash you, you " "I shouldn't say it."
I've see'd that all-fired Jake Harnach, the foreman, hammer hell out o' some o' the hands, wi' tha' blind man standin' by jest as though his gummy eyes could see what was doin', and I've watched his ugly face workin' wi' every blow as Jake pounded, 'cos o' the pleasure it give him. I've see'd some o' those fellers wilter right down an' grovel like yaller dorgs at their master's feet.
For the moment Tresler was master of the situation, but, as Jake had said, he was "boss" of that ranch. "Boss" with him did not mean "owner." Tresler was unfeignedly glad to leave Jake Harnach behind him, but he looked very serious as he and his companion moved on to the house.
"Because well, because I hadn't sense enough to refuse, I suppose." "Ah, I understand. Jake Harnach." Tresler shrugged. "I came out purposely to speak to you," the girl went on, in a quiet, direct manner. There was not the least embarrassment now. She had made up her mind to avoid all chance of misunderstanding. "I want to put matters quite plainly before you.
"No; better start in to-day. Our agreement reads to-day; it must not be broken. You take your position as one of the hands, and will be under the control of Jake Harnach." "We can have tea first, though," put in Diane, who had followed her father's words with what seemed unnecessary closeness. "Tut, tut, child," he replied impatiently. "Yes, we will have tea. 'Tis all you think of.
That's the philosophy I've had hammered into me with the various thrashings the school bullies at home have from time to time administered. I should certainly have done my best." "And if you had done either of these things, I shudder to think what would have happened. It was unfortunate, terribly unfortunate. You do not know Jake Harnach. Oh, Mr.
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