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Rathburn's right hand and wrist moved with incredible swiftness, and Brown found himself staring into the black bore of a six-gun. Still he saw the eyes above the weapon. His face blanched. "There are six winning cards in my right hand," Rathburn said slowly. "You can start shoutin' for those hundred men you mentioned just as soon as you want.
He gave his order with a nod and a mild flourish of the hand, indicating that he would take the same. "Oh waiter," called Rathburn. "Four eggs with mine." Sautee laughed. It was a peculiar laugh in that it seemed to convey little mirth. It was perfunctory. He gazed at Rathburn quizzically. "They tell me you're a gunman," he said in a low voice. Rathburn's brows shot up. "They? Who's they?"
That's what he thought you was going to do. You saved your skin by grabbing the floor." Rathburn wet the paper of his cigarette and sealed the end. "I'm wondering," he mused, as he snapped a match into flame, with a thumb nail and lit the weed. "It's about time," said the deputy grimly. "I'm wondering," said Rathburn, in a soft voice, exhaling a thin streamer of smoke, "if he'd have got me."
"I thought it might be better if we if we didn't both hide in the same place," whispered Lamy. "Then they'd only get one of us, an' whichever it was they'd think he was the one they wanted, see?" He appeared excited. Rathburn's eyes narrowed. His right hand darted to his gun in a flash, and the muzzle of the weapon was pressed into Lamy's ribs. "Get down there!" commanded Rathburn. "Get down."
He did not look like the Rathburn who had visited Laura Mallory the night before, nor the Rathburn who had talked with the sheriff. In this critical moment he was in look, mood, and gesture The Coyote at his worst worthy of all the terrible things that had been whispered about him. It may be that the bank employees suspected as much.
Rathburn compelled him at the point of his gun to lead the way to a cell in the rear, unlock it, and go inside. Rathburn pushed Long, who was regaining his senses, in after him and took the jailer's keys. "Tell Long I'm thinkin' over what he told me," he said to the jailer, as he locked them in. Then he hurried back to the entrance, locked it, and tossed the keys in through the bars.
However, neither he nor Rathburn knew how many men Brown had at his command, nor did they know that the sheriff of the county, with two deputies, had raced to Dry Lake by automobile, procured horses, and hastened to join Brown on the east trail, which seemed the most likely route of escape for the outlaw. There was a spring in the pocket surrounded by a small meadow of good grass.
"If you can show a good, reasonable doubt in those other cases, Rathburn, I know the court would show leniency if the jury found you guilty on the counts you just mentioned," said the sheriff earnestly. "I'm minded to believe you, so far as yesterday's work was concerned. I have an idea or two myself, but I haven't been able to get a good line on my man. He's too tricky.
If I remember rightly they were, 'I don't care how many prizes Rathburn gives his favorite! There were several that heard them, so that I can be easily corrected if I have made any mistake. Now I will not affect to misunderstand the charge conveyed by these words.
"You go to the Mallory rancho last night," he whispered. "You are not the only one there last night." His smile flashed again, as Rathburn looked at him quickly. "There was another there before," he continued; "Mr. Doane. He goes there, too. You have been away a long time, and Mr. Doane take the advantage."
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