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"Well, old-timer, you look fagged out," called out the cowboy, cheerily. "Throw off your boots, wash up, and come and get it!" "Pard Wils, I'm not reboundin' as natural as I'd like. I reckon I've lived some years before I got here, an' a lifetime since." "Wade, you have a queer look, lately," observed Moore, shaking his head solemnly.
But yet through disdaine of some that enuied their good successe, the same Prendergest and Long were accused of robberies which they should practise, in spoling such ships as they met with, of diuerse things against the owners wils.
"You mean your young pard an' two-bit of a rustler Wils Moore?" "Wils Moore, yes. My friend, an' a man, Belllounds, such as you or I never was." "No!" thundered the rancher, purple in the face. With bowed head and dragging step Wade left the room. By slow degrees of plodding steps, and periods of abstracted lagging, the hunter made his way back to Moore's cabin.
Hyar's a fine range, but I've less stock this year than last. There's been some rustlin' of cattle, an a big loss from wolves an' lions an' poison-weed.... What d'you say, son?" "I'll run White Slides," replied Jack, with a wave of his hand. "I hadn't hoped for such a chance. But it's due me. Who's in the outfit I know?" "Reckon no one, except Wils Moore." "Is that cowboy here yet?
"Collie, you needn't tell me more," said Wade, gently. "Go up to Wils. Tell him." "But I must tell you. I can bear no more.... He fought me hurt me and when dad heard us and came Jack lied.... Oh, the dog!... Ben, his father believed when Jack swore he was only mad only trying to shake me for my indifference and scorn.... But, my God! Jack meant...."
He made a crooked horseshoe, like that Wils Moore's horse wears, an' he put that on his own horse. An' he made a contraption a little iron ring with a dot in it, an' he left the crooked shoe tracks, an' he left the little ring tracks " "By Gawd! I seen them funny tracks!" ejaculated Folsom. "At the water-hole an' right hyar in front of the cabin. I seen them.
"I hope you won't take offense at my leavin'. You see I'm on Wils Moore's side in in what you called these peculiar circumstances. He's got nobody else. An' I reckon you can look back an' remember how you've taken sides with some poor devil an' stuck to him. Can't you?" "Wal, I reckon I can. An' I'm not thinkin' less of you fer speakin' out like thet." "All right. Now about the dogs.
An' when my time comes to shoot I'm goin' to put them both out." "By Heaven! Wade, you'll have to kill me if you ever expect that club-foot Moore to get Collie!" "He'll get her," replied Wade, triumphantly. "Collie's with him now. I sent her. I told her to tell Wils how you tried to force her " Belllounds began to shake all over. A torture of jealous hate and deadly terror convulsed him.
"It'll save them if they can be got to right off," replied Mrs. Andrews. "Speaking of doctors," went on Columbine, striving to make her query casual, "do you know whether or not Wilson Moore had his foot treated by a doctor at Kremmling?" "He did not," answered Mrs. Andrews. "Wasn't no doctor there. They'd had to send to Denver, an', as Wils couldn't take that trip or wait so long, why, Mrs.
"Wade, I reckon you want to go fetch Wils?" queried Lem. "If it's all the same to you. I'd rather not," replied Wade. "By Golly! I don't blame you. Boys, shore'n hell, Burley's after Wils." "Wal, suppos'n' he is," said Montana. "You can gamble Wils ain't agoin' to run. I'd jest like to see him face thet outfit. Burley's a pretty square fellar. An' he's no fool."
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