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"It ain't proper nohow," muttered Sucatash. "That bum is her husband, Dave!" "I don't get this, quite," said Wallace. Then Solange explained, telling them of the strange bargain she had made with De Launay and something of his history.
Sucatash was troubled. "Don't know, pop. Never seen her face. Ought to be a sure-enough chiquita, if it's up to the rest of her. D'jever hear a purtier voice?" The old man caught the note of enthusiasm. "Yuh better go slow, son," he said, dryly. "I reckon she's all right but yuh don't really know nothin'." "Shucks!" retorted his son, calmly.
And she needn't worry about the mine or Banker." "She's not even thinkin' about them!" growled Sucatash. He turned and strode to his horse. In another moment they were riding rapidly toward the rim of the crater. De Launay watched them for some time and then went into the cabin. He came out a moment later carrying saddle and bridle.
It was as though made to order for his purpose. He mounted his horse and spurred it around and quartering up the hill even as Sucatash wound in and out among the swales and depressions of the cañon wall, now coming into dim view and now vanishing behind a bend. Banker had plenty of time.
Still, I will do my best. Sucatash will back us up when we jump the claim." "Jump the claim? What is that?" He explained briefly the etiquette of this form of sport. "But," objected Solange, "this man will resist, most certainly. That would mean violence." A faint smile curled the man's mouth under the mustache. "I am supposed to be a violent man," he reminded her.
"Some stronghold," he commented. "It'd take an army to dig you outa here." They found Solange as De Launay had left her. She was overjoyed to see Sucatash and at the same time distressed to observe his condition. She heard with indignation his account of his mishap and, like De Launay, suspected Banker of being responsible for it.
He saw that young Wallace, nicknamed Sucatash from the color of his hair, and Dave MacKay, another of the Lazy Y riders, were in the car with their saddles, and that the veiled Basque girl was seated with them, while her luggage was piled high between the seats. "Goin' to git hosses and outfit at Wallace's and go in from there. Course, they'll have to go into Shoestring. It's the only way.
On his way to the table the man who had struck Sucatash down, called loudly for another bottle of liquor, and one of the red-shirted men behind the bar left his place to bring it to them. The burly bruiser sat down beside Solange with every appearance of self-satisfaction. He leered at her as though expecting her to flame at his prowess. But she gave no heed to him.
"She'll get rid of the incumbrance, without trouble," said De Launay, shortly. "Well, she ain't quite shy of friends, neither. I ain't got no gold mines never took no stock in them. But I've got a bunch of cows and the old man's got a right nice ranch. If it wasn't for one thing, I'd just rack in and try my luck with her." "What's the one thing?" "You," said Sucatash, briefly.
Although Wallace was a cattleman with an enmity toward Brandon's fraternity, it did not extend to Ike himself, and he was made welcome by the rancher and his wife. Wallace's freckle-faced son, a lad of five years, who was known among his vaqueros as "Sucatash," was the other member of the family. Ike, who was fond of children, entertained this youngster and made a rather strong impression on him.
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