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Why didn't you hold Old Man Dale?" "I He got away on me," knuckled down McFluke. "I was in the kitchen gettin' me some coffee, and when I come back he had dragged it." "Luke Tweezy will be tickled to death with you," said Racey Dawson. "What do you s'pose he went to all that trouble for?"
For, his horse going into the air with great briskness at the impact of Racey's toe, even as the puncher had intended it should, he, Luke Tweezy, bit his tongue so hard that he wept involuntary tears of keenest anguish. "You stop that cussin'," resumed Racey, seizing the bridle short and yanking the bouncing horse to a standstill with a swerve and a jerk that almost unseated its rider.
For as he reached the animal he saw approaching across the flat the figures of a horse and rider. And the man was Luke Tweezy. With the sight of Mrs. Dale's tears fresh in his memory and the rage engendered thereby galvanizing his brain he went to meet Mr. Tweezy. "Howdy, Racey," said the lawyer, pulling up. "Whadda you want?" demanded Racey, halting a scant yard from Luke Tweezy's left leg.
Beyond Lanpher and Tweezy are their heirs and assigns, whoever they may be. You can't go down the line and abolish 'em all." "I s'pose not," grumbled Racey. "Of course not. It ain't reasonable. You don't wanna bull along regardless like a bufflehead in this, Racey. You wanna use yore brains a few. They'll always go farther than main strength.
"We do," chirped Racey, laying a long finger beside his nose and pressing again the Tunstall instep. "That's why we're gonna ride for Jack Harpe." Grinning at the mystification of Luke Tweezy, he leaned forward and whispered, "We got a idea we can help the Bar S most by bein' where we can watch Jack and his outfit." Luke Tweezy sat up very suddenly.
"So don't get discouraged." They did not find Jack Harpe at the hotel, nor was he at the Happy Heart. But in the saloon Luke Tweezy was drinking by himself at one end of the bar. Perhaps the money-lender would know the whereabouts of Jack Harpe. "'Lo, Luke," was Racey's greeting. "Seen Jack Harpe around anywheres?"
Five minutes later, smoking a grateful cigarette, he again started to ride out of town. As he curved his horse round a freight wagon in front of the Blue Pigeon he saw three men issue from the doorway of the Happy Heart Saloon. Two of the men were Lanpher and the stranger. The third was Luke Tweezy. The latter stopped at the saloon hitching-rail to untie his horse.
I never heard that miner man say how much of an argument a safe needed. I s'pose I better use 'em all." Luke Tweezy was a bachelor. His office was in his four-room house, and he did not employ a housekeeper. Further than this, Racey Dawson knew nothing of the lawyer's establishment. But he believed that his knowledge was sufficient to serve his purpose.
I've favoured my splint; even little Rick he don't know what it's cost me to keep my end up sometimes; an' I've fit my temper in stall an' harness, hitched up an' at pasture, till the sweat trickled off my hooves, an' they thought I wuz off condition, an' drenched me." "When my affliction came," said Tweezy, gently, "I was very near to losin' my manners.
"Don't you do it, Mis' Dale!" urged Racey. "There's a trick in that offer." "They ain't any trick!" contradicted Luke Tweezy, vehemently. "I just wanna save trouble, thassall." Save trouble! That had been Lanpher's reason for coming the day he rode through the garden. Save trouble, indeed.
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