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"You can find no name too bad for him, just because you hate him! You have always hated him just because he is his father's son. You and his own cousin, two men whom he has trusted, have tricked him and betrayed him. You have hidden from him all knowledge of the mortgage you held upon the Bar L-M. Even now you are trying to steal his ranch from him.
I shall also see that at the end of the nine months the Bar L-M is mine and that we have the water for Dry Valley." Hume laughed. Without again looking toward Conway he stooped, picked up the gauntlets he had let fall, and turned to the door. "You are nobody's fool, Leland," he said patronisingly. "You are taking a chance in freezing Red Shandon out but the law can't go after you.
Let Hume beat us to the Bridge; we'll take the short cut!" From the Bar L-M grounds a faint cry went up as scores of lifted field glasses made out the figure of one man riding strongly toward the bridge. It was Hume, Hume alone, riding as Hume rode, well and erect. There was the hammer of Endymion's hoofs as they rattled against the heavy planking, and then "Look! Look! Oh, my God! Look!"
And, since Leland was stubborn, since the whole matter was in the air just now, Ettinger saw nothing better to do than accept the tip which Big Bill gave him. A similar message went to Helga Strawn. May came in, radiant and glowing, and men from many miles away visited the Bar L-M to look over the course upon which the race meet was to be held.
Conway's cheeks flushed a little, his eyes brightened at the thought of being some day the owner of the Bar L-M. "But there's the chance " he began. "You are playing for big stakes," Leland reminded him crisply. "Of course there is a chance. But you exaggerate it. Play the game through and you will be a rich man before the year is out."
It hardly required a clairvoyant mother for any man who knew both Conway and Wayne Shandon to predict the haste with which Conway saddled and left the Bar L-M, nor the direction he went. "Old Mart's going to sleep restless to-night," mused Dart, to whom the adventures of a guy named Jupiter, and a skirt who shall be nameless, no longer appealed.
"You think that you can put the thing across?" "Why not?" "Just because," Hume shot back at him, "it doesn't seem likely that with the whole country knowing about the foreclosure of the mortgage somebody isn't going to do some talking." Leland shook his head. "Let me sum up the case for you," he said. "Arthur Shandon, the day before his death, mortgaged the Bar L-M to me for twenty-five thousand.
Old Bots is pawing the earth and snorting his eagerness to help out. Say the word and we're off." Involuntarily Wanda showed her surprise at the arrangement. It was the first word she had had of their way lying together. "The lady's going over to the Bar L-M," Dart remarked as he observed Wanda's look. "She's a friend of Red's." "Oh," said Wanda.
They agreed upon the exact time when every day their love would laugh at the miles separating them; an early hour when they had waited just long enough to give Wanda time to ride hither and the Bar L-M men time to have gone about the day's work. And if Wayne were not upon his porch then Wanda was to understand that he was already riding to meet her. "But your mother," he said.
Thus it happened that almost at the very beginning of the hard winter Wayne Shandon was a hunted man, forewarned that his hunters would spare neither unsleeping vigilance nor expense to secure his arrest and conviction. During the first night and the first day he never went far from the Bar L-M range house.
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