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If Wally Snaith beats me to it I'm not goin' to wear black," retorted Yankie. "Sho! The kid's got good stuff in him. An' nobody could ask for a squarer pal than Billie Prince. You know that yore own self." "You heard what I said, Dad. The Flyin' V Y horses don't take the back trail to-day," insisted the foreman stubbornly. The wrinkled eyes of Wrayburn narrowed a little.
"Yankie up at the ranch?" he asked. "What do you want with him?" demanded Webb brusquely. "I got a message for him." "Who from?" Clanton was conscious of some irritation against this sharp catechism. In point of fact Billie Prince had asked him to notify Yankie that he had heard of the rustling on the berrendo and was taking the trail at once.
"Now," said Prince in a low voice. Jim ran up lightly to the platform of the coach and passed inside. A howl of anger rose from the mob. There was a rush forward. Billie was on the lower step. His long leg lifted, the toe caught Yankie on the point of the chin, and the rustler went back head first into the crowd as though he had been shot from a catapult.
"He's yore old side kick, too, ain't he?" jeered Yankie. Goodheart, following the orders he had received, moved forward to the engine and climbed into the cab beside the engineer and fireman. The sheriff and his prisoner backed to the steps of the smoking-car. Billie had had a word with the brakeman, his young friend Bud Proctor, who had at once locked the door at the other end of the smoker.
Into town from the chaparral drifted the enemies Clanton had made during his career as a gunman. Yankie and Albeen and Dumont and Bancock moved to and fro in the crowds at the different gambling places and saloons.
I'd like to show this drunken outfit they can't take a prisoner from me." Clanton gave a little whoop of delight. "Go to it, son. You're law west of the Pecos. Let's see you make it stick." Live-Oaks was as yet the terminus of the railroad. The train backed into the station just as the first of the mob arrived. "Nothin' doin', Prince," announced Yankie, swaggering forward.
They wrung from him, a scrap at a time, the story Yankie had told his confederates at the camp-fire. A statement of the facts was drawn up and signed by Roush under protest. It was witnessed by the four men present. Devil Dave was locked up and Dumont brought back to the office of the sheriff.
"If they attack at all it will probably be just before daybreak, but it is just as well to be ready for 'em," suggested Thursday. "I brought along some old Sharps an' some Spencers. I reckon I'll have 'em loaded an' distribute 'em among the boys. Billie, tell Yankie to have that done. The rifles are racked up in the calf wagon."
In one instance, at least, Lee Snaith appointed herself adjuster in behalf of Cupid. Goodheart reached town a few hours earlier than his chief. Lee met him just before supper in front of the court-house. "Where's Billie?" she asked with characteristic directness. "He's on his way back. A wounded man couldn't be moved an' he had to stay with him a while. The man was Joe Yankie.
I'd 'a' bet my best mule team against a dollar Mex that you'd have gunned him on sight." "I'll tell you why, Reb. He had one rifle an' one six-gun. I didn't have either the one or the other, so I had to borrow his guns before I talked turkey. By that time I'd changed my mind about bumpin' him off right now. When Yankie finds out what he's been sayin' he'll do the trick for me."
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