If she’s been an’ you tell me the truth I’ll let you go. I’ll send you out to Huntsville, where you can communicate with your friends. I’ll give you money.’

“Thet must hev been a hell of a minnit fer Kate Bland. If evet I seen death in a man’s eye I seen it in Bland’s. He loves her. Thet’s the strange part of it.

“‘Has Duane been comin’ here to see my wife?’ Bland asked, fierce-like.

“‘No,’ said Jennie.

“‘He’s been after you?’

“‘Yes.’

“‘He has fallen in love with you? Kate said thet.’

“‘I–I’m not–I don’t know–he hasn’t told me.’

“‘But you’re in love with him?’

“‘Yes,’ she said; an’, Buck, if you only could have seen her! She thronged up her head, an’ her eyes were full of fire. Bland seemed dazed at sight of her. An’ Alloway, why, thet little skunk of an outlaw cried right out. He was hit plumb center. He’s in love with Jen. An’ the look of her then was enough to make any feller quit. He jest slunk out of the room. I told you, mebbe, thet he’d been tryin’ to git Bland to marry Jen to him. So even a tough like Alloway can love a woman!

“Bland stamped up an’ down the room. He sure was dyin’ hard.

“‘Jennie,’ he said, once more turnin’ to her. ‘You swear in fear of your life thet you’re tellin’ truth. Kate’s not in love with Duane? She’s let him come to see you? There’s been nuthin’ between them?’

“‘No. I swear,’ answered Jennie; an’ Bland sat down like a man licked.

“‘Go to bed, you white-faced–’ Bland choked on some word or other–a bad one, I reckon–an’ he positively shook in his chair.

“Jennie went then, an’ Kate began to have hysterics. An’ your Uncle Euchre ducked his nut out of the door an’ come home.”

Duane did not have a word to say at the end of Euchre’s long harangue. He experienced relief. As a matter of fact, he had expected a good deal worse. He thrilled at the thought of Jennie perjuring herself to save that abandoned woman. What mysteries these feminine creatures were!

“Wal, there’s where our little deal stands now,” resumed Euchre, meditatively. “You know, Buck, as well as me thet if you’d been some feller who hadn’t shown he was a wonder with a gun you’d now be full of lead. If you’d happen to kill Bland an’ Alloway, I reckon you’d be as safe on this here border as you would in Santone. Such is gun fame in this land of the draw.”

The Lone Star Ranger

CHAPTER IX

Both men were awake early, silent with the premonition of trouble ahead, thoughtful of the fact that the time for the long-planned action was at hand. It was remarkable that a man as loquacious as Euchre could hold his tongue so long; and this was significant of the deadly nature of the intended deed. During breakfast he said a few words customary in the service of food. At the conclusion of the meal he seemed to come to an end of deliberation.

“Buck, the sooner the better now,” he declared, with a glint in his eye. “The more time we use up now the less surprised Bland’ll be.”

“I’m ready when you are,” replied Duane, quietly, and he rose from the table.

“Wal, saddle up, then,” went on Euchre, gruffly. “Tie on them two packs I made, one fer each saddle. You can’t tell–mebbe either hoss will be carryin’ double. It’s good they’re both big, strong hosses.