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"If there was anything comin' to you killin' would be too good for you. You ain't done anything to me, you sufferin' fool not a thing! What you've done you've done to Mary Bransford. When you see Dale an' Silverthorn grabbin' the Double A, an' Mary Bransford ridin' away, homeless you'll have feelin's of remorse, mebbe if you've got any man in you at all!" Owen writhed and groaned.
Dale's thoughts, because of the sensuous longing with which he had always looked upon Peggy Nyland, had become abysmal. Silverthorn had warned him that the dragging of a woman into the plot would be fatal to their aims, but Dale had paid no heed to Silverthorn. During the day he had kept thinking of the girl until now he could no longer restrain himself.
Silverthorn rubbed the palms of his hands together, Maison smirked, and Dale's eyes glowed with satisfaction. Dale got up and looked at the man who had brought the information. "All right, Morley," he said with a grin. "Get going; we'll meet up with Sanderson at Devil's Hole." Trailing a herd of cattle through a strange wild country is no sinecure.
For he had heard that day in Okar that Ben Nyland had taken a train eastward that morning, to return on the afternoon of the day following. And during the time Dale had been talking with Maison; and Silverthorn, and playing cards with them, he thought often of Peggy Nyland. Silverthorn and Morley did not remain long in Maison's private room in the bank building.
"Why, each of you should propose in form, for the other. Then Miss Winwood would have to take the difficulty into her own hands." "Ha, ha!" laughed Vibbard. "That's a good idea. But suppose she don't care for either of us?" "Very well. I don't see that in that case she would be worse off than yourselves, for neither of you seems to care for her." "Oh yes, we do!" exclaimed Silverthorn, instantly.
Your friend has gassed some about a man named Silverthorn bein' at the bottom of this thing. Mebbe he is I ain't got no means of knowin'. It appears to me that Bill ain't got no call to hog your whole bunch, though, for I've never knowed Bill to raise more than fifteen hundred head of cattle in one season. I'm takin' a chance on two hundred coverin' his claims."
"We've still got a chance," he told Silverthorn. And then he told the latter of his suspicions about Sanderson. Silverthorn's eyes gleamed. "That's possible," he said, "but how are you going to prove it?" "There's a way," returned Dale. He went to the door, and shouted the names of two men, standing in the doorway until they came the two men who had accompanied him that morning.
"I won't take one without the other," he told her his eyes glowing. "If I don't beat Silverthorn and the others, an' keep the Double A for you, why I " "You'll win!" she said. "You are hopin' I will?" he grinned. "Well," he added, as she averted her eyes, "there'll come a time when we'll talk real serious about that. I'm goin' to tell the range boss to get ready for a drive to Las Vegas."
Dave Silverthorn entered the office, and for more than an hour the two talked, their conversation being punctuated with futile queries and profanity. At ten o'clock the next morning Dale appeared at the Double A ranchhouse.
It happened that Silverthorn, as on the very first day I had ever seen him, carried a sprig of lilac. Happened? No; the lilac in the girl's hair was too strong a coincidence to be overlooked, and I was not long in guessing that there was some tender meaning in it. "Hullo! Ferguson." "Did you know we were here?" These exclamations were made with some confusion, and Silverthorn blushed faintly.
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