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Updated: June 15, 2025
When Scott repeated Stanley's demand that Levake be arrested, the sheriff slammed down his cards and declared he would not be made a cat's-paw for any man; that the brakeman, according to accounts reaching him, had been killed in a fair fight and he would hear no more of it.
"Deputize me to do it, if you dare, Brush!" he softly exclaimed, fixing his brown eyes on the flushed face of the coward. Not a man in the room moved or spoke. Brush saw himself trapped. Scott's finger called for an answer and the sheriff found no escape. "I knew you hadn't the nerve to give me a deputy's badge," laughed Scott, to spur the man's lagging courage; "you are too afraid of Levake."
The train did not leave till night, and Bucks took advantage of the interval to go uptown to make some necessary purchases of linen and clothing. On his way back to the station, with his package under his arm, he saw, on the edge of the broad sidewalk, Harvey Levake. Levake was standing near a wooden-Indian cigar-store sign, looking directly at Bucks as the latter walked toward him.
As for Scott himself, a smile of contempt gradually covered his face as he listened to Levake's outbreak. He only waited patiently for the moment, which he knew must come, when Levake should cease talking. "Your tongue, Levake," returned Scott at last, "is longer than a coyote's. Why do you stand here and bellow about being insulted? What is all this noise about, anyway?
Scott, slightly stooped and wearing the familiar slouch hat and shabby coat in which he was always seen, regarded his enemy with a smile. So sudden was his appearance that Levake could not for an instant control himself. If there was a man in the whole mountain country that Levake could be said to be afraid of, it was the mild-mannered, mild-spoken Indian scout.
"I came up here, an unarmed man, on an errand of mercy." "I didn't send for you." "You would kill me just as quick if you had, Levake. What are you hesitating about? If you are going to shoot, shoot." Throwing back his right arm, and fingering the trigger of his revolver as a panther lashes his tail before springing, Levake stepped back and to one side.
"When this town fight is over, bring your warrant around and I'll talk to you." "No," returned Scott, undisturbed, "I might lose track of you again. You can come right along with me, Levake." With incredible quickness the outlaw, half-turning to cover Scott, fired. The cat-like agility of the Indian answered the move in the instant it was made.
To the final taunt of the outlaw the surgeon made rather a sharp answer and quickened his pace, to walk away from his unpleasant companion. But Levake would not be shaken off, and as the two were passing a deserted restaurant he ordered the surgeon to halt. Arnold turned without shrinking.
"Never got shot up just for fun?" persisted Dancing. "Do you know," he continued without waiting for an answer, "who that polite man was, the last one you shouldered out of here?" Dancing pointed as he spoke to the corner from which Levake had risen, but the operator, straightening out the papers before him, did not look around. "No, Bill, I don't know anybody here. You see I am a stranger."
They are waiting for you. Go right along, will you?" Only too glad to get away and comprehending Scott's ruse, Bucks exclaimed, "Why, of course, certainly," and stepping quickly into the crowd walked away. Turning again to Levake, Scott made no effort to check the torrent of his words. In consequence, the gambler found himself embarrassed by the prospect of talking himself out.
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