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Wouldn't let me in on it, an' I was fool enough to let you have a try, although I don't believe I could have held him anyhow." "Just it," said Sautee. "Wouldn't have done any good to keep him in jail, and I thought I had a two-way scheme that would either show him up, as you say, or get me an excellent messenger. I intrusted Rathburn with a package to carry to the mines office.
Sautee smiled as the deputy hurried out of the room. In a few minutes Mannix returned fully dressed and carrying a rifle. The deputy's face was severe, and his eyes burned with the fire of the man hunt. He signaled impatiently to the mine manager to follow him. As they walked across the little porch and around to the rear of the house where Mannix kept his car the deputy talked fast.
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.
"That's right," he said finally, turning aside to grin to himself. "I guess any little jar might start it workin'. It goes off easy, I've heard." "There are caps and detonators in there, too," said Sautee quickly. "You might shoot into them some way, you never can tell. Well, it would be as bad for you as for me." He uttered the last sentence in a note of triumph.
Rathburn darted around the side of the building into the shadow as the man came out and hurried up a wide road toward the mine buildings above. Then Rathburn ran around to the front of the building and quietly opened the door. Sautee had seated himself at the desk, and he swung about in his chair as he heard the door open. He looked again into the black bore of Rathburn's gun.
He shrugged, and as Sautee looked fixedly at him, he cocked his gun. Sautee hurried toward the door with Rathburn following him closely. When they were outside Rathburn directed Sautee across the street. When they reached Rathburn's horse Rathburn quickly mounted and motioned to the mines manager to precede him into the timber behind the little village.
Sautee cowered back under the fierceness in Rathburn's manner. "An' you can tell 'em, if you ever have a chance to talk again, that I earned my reputation square! I ain't involved nobody else, an' I ain't stole from any poor people, an' I never threw my gun down on a man who didn't start for his first."
Put a little butter in a sautée pan, and when hot throw in the half pint of coarser crumbs which remained in the sieve; stir them over the fire until they assume a light brown color, taking care that they do not burn, and stir into them a pinch of cayenne pepper. For serving, pour over the chicken, when helped, a spoonful of the white sauce and on this place a spoonful of the crumbs.
Perspiration again stood out on Sautee's forehead as he watched Rathburn cut off a foot of the fuse. "That's better," said Rathburn with a queer smile. "That'll burn about a minute. Time enough." Sautee stared in horrified fascination at the foot of fuse which stuck straight out from the box of dynamite in the doorway. "What what are you going to do?" he gasped out.
"Let's see," he suggested. "There was a little item of five hundred between us for my serving am I right?" "There is such an item," snapped out Sautee; "when you've delivered." "Of course," replied Rathburn. "I couldn't expect to be paid in advance. I'm to deliver the money at the mine and report to you for the five hundred." "Exactly," said Sautee.
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