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I was with him yesterday all day." "Any one else with him?" "No. We were alone." "Where?" "Out in the hills." "Didn't happen to meet a soul all day maybe?" "No; what of it?" Healy barked out again his hard laugh of incredulity. "Go slow, Jim. That ain't going to let him out. It's going to let you in." Yeager took a step toward him, fists clenched, and eyes flashing.
I am told you were captured in disguise after having plotted to help prisoners escape," said Girard. Yeager nodded quietly. "Technically I am a spy. I came here to try to save Miss Seymour and my friends. The attempt failed and I was captured." "Are you a spy in the sense that you were in the employ of the enemies of General Pasquale and his armies?" "No. Culvera understands that perfectly well.
You will be furnished an escort to see you safely across the line. You may choose your own guard if you doubt." "And my friends?" "They go, too, of course." "All of them?" The Mexican smiled. "You're the most suspicious man I ever knew. All of them, Señor Yeager." "Including Miss Seymour?" The range-rider spoke quietly, but his eyes were like swords.
Something might turn up yet to save him. When Pasquale found that only an insignificant peon Pedro Cabenza had been taken in his dragnet, he exploded with fury. He ordered the man shot against the nearest wall at once. Culvera turned the prisoner so that the moon fell full upon his face. He looked searchingly at him. Yeager knew that he was discovered. He spoke in English.
"Now, if you'll look close at that gang which is mixing palaver in front of the Silver Dollar you'll mebbe notice that Lemuel Train is in it, an' Truxton, of the Diamond Dot, Holcomb, of the Star, Yeager, of the Three Diamond, Clark, of the Circle Y, Henningson, of the Three Bar, Toban, of the T Down, an' some more which has come in for the racket tonight.
"Before I say anything on that subject I should like to know to whom I am talking," he said. Train swept a ponderous hand toward his fellow visitors, pointing them out in turn. "There's Truxton, of the Diamond Dot; Holcomb, of the Star; Henningson, of the Three Bar; Yeager, of the Three Diamond; an' Clark, of the Circle Y." "Correct," affirmed Norton, behind Hollis.
The third had his back to the observer, but the figure had a slender, boyish trimness that spoke of youth. The Mexican sitting to his right was a square-built fellow of forty with a scar on the cheek running from mouth to ear. There was on his face a certain ugliness of expression, a furtive cruelty. That there was an understanding between him and the man opposite soon became apparent to Yeager.
The wounded man tossed his answer off so flippantly that Yeager scowled at him. "Mr. Keller, you're a newcomer here. I wonder if you know what the Malpais country would be liable to do to a man caught rustling now." "I can guess." "Let me tell what I know and your life wouldn't be worth a plugged quarter." "Why didn't you tell?" Yeager brought his big fist down heavily on the table.
Anyhow, folks that are blind can't see. I'll keep my notions in my own fool haid for a while." "Harrison has some friends across the line. He's going to try and fix it for the kid if they run him down." "That's fine," commented Yeager dryly. "He sure must have influential friends." "All ready, Mr. Threewit," called out Cummings. The director lit a cigar and moved forward to the stage.
Prout will now say a few words about the problems and duties " By rising vote the Boosters decided which was the handsomest and which the ugliest guest, and to each of them was given a bunch of carnations, donated, President Gunch noted, by Brother Booster H. G. Yeager, the Jennifer Avenue florist.
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