Reckon he’s askin’ questions. Anyway, I was sure glad to see him away from Bland’s. An’ he didn’t see me. When I dropped into Benson’s there wasn’t nobody there but Jackrabbit an’ some greasers he was startin’ to work. Benson never had no use fer me. An’ he up an’ said he wouldn’t give a two-bit piece fer my life. I asked him why.

“‘You’re double-crossin’ the boss an’ Chess,’ he said.

“‘Jack, what ‘d you give fer your own life?’ I asked him.

“He straightened up surprised an’ mean-lookin’. An’ I let him have it, plumb center! He wilted, an’ the greasers run. I reckon I’ll never sleep again. But I had to do it.”

Duane asked if the shot had attracted any attention outside.

“I didn’t see anybody but the greasers, an’ I sure looked sharp. Comin’ back I cut across through the cottonwoods past Bland’s cabin. I meant to keep out of sight, but somehow I had an idee I might find out if Bland was awake yet. Sure enough I run plumb into Beppo, the boy who tends Bland’s hosses. Beppo likes me. An’ when I inquired of his boss he said Bland had been up all night fightin’ with the Senora. An’, Buck, here’s how I figger. Bland couldn’t let up last night. He was sore, an’ he went after Kate again, tryin’ to wear her down. Jest as likely he might have went after Jennie, with wuss intentions. Anyway, he an’ Kate must have had it hot an’ heavy. We’re pretty lucky.”

“It seems so. Well, I’m going,” said Duane, tersely.

“Lucky! I should smiler Bland’s been up all night after a most draggin’ ride home. He’ll be fagged out this mornin’, sleepy, sore, an’ he won’t be expectin’ hell before breakfast. Now, you walk over to his house. Meet him how you like. Thet’s your game. But I’m suggestin’, if he comes out an’ you want to parley, you can jest say you’d thought over his proposition an’ was ready to join his band, or you ain’t. You’ll have to kill him, an’ it ‘d save time to go fer your gun on sight. Might be wise, too, fer it’s likely he’ll do thet same.”

“How about the horses?”

“I’ll fetch them an’ come along about two minnits behind you. ‘Pears to me you ought to have the job done an’ Jennie outside by the time I git there. Once on them hosses, we can ride out of camp before Alloway or anybody else gits into action. Jennie ain’t much heavier than a rabbit. Thet big black will carry you both.”

“All right. But once more let me persuade you to stay–not to mix any more in this,” said Duane, earnestly.

“Nope.