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"An' I heard The Coyote was a go-getter. By guns, I believe you're yellow!" "You've got a chance to try an' finish what you started in the Red Feather the day I got here, Carlisle," said Rathburn in ringing tones. "If you think I'm yellow draw!" A second's hesitation two figures in identical postures under the morning sun a vagrant breeze murmuring in the timber.
"What's that? Roger, eh? You mean Rathburn is here?" The old man peered at the visitor from the doorway, his lean face twitching. He stroked his gray beard in indecision. His blue eyes looked long at Rathburn, then at the girl, and lastly at the gun and belt on the table. "Well, hello, Rathburn," he said finally, advancing into the room. He held out a hand which Rathburn grasped.
Rathburn's eyes were narrowing, and the Mexican evidently took his face for an encouraging sign. "Mr. Doane he is not lucky at cards," continued Gomez. "He like to play, and he play lots; but not too well. Maybe he have more luck in love while you are away." "What do you mean?" asked Rathburn through his teeth. "Oh, you do not know?" The Mexican raised his black brows. "While you are away, Mr.
His eyes gleamed with cunning as he remembered that his front door was unlocked and some one might by chance come in. But he again felt troubled as he conjectured what might happen in such event. "You cannot blame me," he said to Rathburn. "You've robbed, and you're a killer " "That's what you hear?" thundered Rathburn.
Rathburn always thought of his horse first; and, although it might seem that he taxed the animal's powers to their utmost at times, he never went beyond a certain point. He had often said he would surrender to his pursuers rather than kill his mount in evading them. The first faint glimmer of the dawn was lighting the skies above the ridges to the eastward when he roused Lamy.
"I didn't aim to be corralled just then." "I know you did," was the sheriff's rejoinder. "I know you could have killed him. I gave you credit for it." "You give me credit for quite a few things, sheriff," said Rathburn whimsically. "An' now you'll have to give me credit for bein' plumb cautious. It ain't my intention to have my thinking spell disturbed." His gun flashed in his hand.
"Your late schoolfellow, Frank Frost," proceeded Mr. Rathburn, "has the merit of originating the plan to which I have referred, and he is no doubt prepared to unfold it to you." Mr. Rathburn put on his hat and coat, and left the schoolroom.
Sautee now stared at him with a new look in his eyes a look in which doubt struggled with terror. "I don't believe you are The Coyote!" he blurted out. "Who do you reckon I might be, if I ain't?" Rathburn asked quietly. "You might be some kind of a deputy or something." Rathburn laughed harshly. "It just happens I'm the man some folks call The Coyote," he said.
Then a peculiar glint came into his eyes and he looked at Rathburn narrowly. "So that's the way of it," he said sarcastically. Rathburn stuffed the paper into a pocket. Then he pulled a chair in front of the mines manager and sat down. He took out paper and tobacco from his shirt pocket and began to fashion a cigarette. "It sure looks bad for me, doesn't it, Mr.
Rathburn gave this brief notice: "I am requested to ask the boys present to remain in their seats, and in which I think they will all feel interested." Looks of curiosity were interchanged among the boys, and every one thought, "What's coming now?" At this moment a modest knock was heard, and Mr. Rathburn, going to the door, admitted Frank. He quietly slipped into the nearest seat.
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