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"Bow, wow!" retorted Judith, looking up from Trevors's table. "Whose dog art thou? Do you want me to think you are as fierce as you look?" "You sent for me?" he said coolly. She looked up at him critically. "What's come over you, Lee? I took you for a cool head Heaven knows I need a few cool heads around me right now! and here you show up with red in your eye, barking at me."
"What does Trevors want you to do with them? Give them away for ten dollars a head or cut their throats?" "Look here " cried Trevors angrily, on his feet now. "You shut up!" commanded the girl sharply. "Lee, you answer me." "He's selling them fifty dollars a head," he said with a secret joy in his heart as he glanced at Trevors's flushed face. "Fifty dollars!" Judith gasped.
"Under his guard, Trevors!" shouted Melvin, on the table now, his face red, his eyes shining. "Under, under!" "Remember, Bud! Remember!" cried Carson. "That's it, that's it!" Melvin clapped his two big hands and came perilously near falling from his point of vantage as Trevors's fists drove into Lee's body and Lee went reeling back. "Give him hell! A hundred dollars on Trevors!"
"Riding every day an' working . . . Trevors has been setting in a chair. . . . Bud'll wear him out. . . . My God! Bud, look out! Foot work. . . ." Yes, foot work, but not as Carson expected it, not the thing Bud Lee looked for when he sensed rather than read in Trevors's eyes that a fresh trick was coming.
"You yellow dog!" grunted Bud Lee, his tone one of supreme disgust. "You damned yellow dog!" Trevors shrugged. "You see, gentlemen two to one, with the odds all theirs." "You lie!" spat out Carson. "It's one to one an' I see the game goes square." He stepped forward, removed the weapon from the table under Trevors's now suddenly changeful eyes, and went back to his place with his back to the wall.
"Fool!" cried the girl. "Fool!" Still he came on. Lee gathered himself to spring. Judith fired. Once, and Trevors's right arm fell to his side. A second time, and Trevors's left arm hung limp like the other. The crimson was gone from his face now. It was dead white. Little beads of sweat began to form on his brow. Lee turned astonished eyes to Judith.
He saw that Lee was having less trouble in eluding him now, that Lee's feet were quicker, lighter than his, that Lee was beginning to strike back viciously at him, and when the blow landed, Trevors's big body rocked, shot through with pain. There came to him the thought which was Melvin's, but it came in Trevors's way: Now, quickly, before Lee was ready for it, must come the end.
Give me a rifle and something to eat and I'll defy an army getting me out there. And think of it: If this is Trevors's work, if he means business, think what two gunmen on these heights could do to us.
The table was dragged to the far end of the room; the chairs were piled upon it. "Now," and Melvin's watch was in his hand, his voice coming with metallic coldness, "it's to a finish, is it? Three-minute rounds, fair fighting, no " But now at last Bayne Trevors's blood was up, his slow anger had kindled, he was moving his feet restlessly.
From Tripp he learned that one of the men, a fellow the boys called Yellow-jacket, had unexpectedly asked for his time Saturday afternoon and had left the ranch, saying that he was sick. "He's the chap who brought the fake note from you," said Lee. "It's open and shut, Doc. Another one of Trevors's men that we ought to have fired long ago.
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