White Wolf's Law. Dunning Hal

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “If what I hears is true, that he can follow trail like an Apache or a bloodhound, I’m bettin’ he can lead us through them lava fields,” Sam Hogg cried warmly.

      “You fellows are wastin’ your time,” Ace Cutts put in. “He ain’t got nerve enough to come here.”

      “Yuh mean he ain’t big enough fool to come into a town filled with gents what is longin’ to plug him,” Jim Hogg corrected.

      “Call it that if yuh like.”

      “I am afraid I agree with Ace; whether it is fear or caution which keeps him away, he won’t come to-night,” the judge said heavily.

      “He will come, because he said he would,” affirmed a girl’s voice. Snippets had entered the room in time to hear the last remarks.

      Anderson laughed tolerantly. “That sounds like a schoolgirl’s admiration for Robin Hood.”

      “Robin Hood – huh! Allen’s rep is made by fools, girls, and old men,” Ace snapped. “I’m tellin’ yuh he ain’t no good and he won’t come. And we’re wasting our time not havin’ a rider beatin’ it to Texas to get Cupid Dart, the gent I was tellin’ you of.”

      His words held a word of hate. The other men looked at him curiously. Jim Hogg scratched his head. The judge looked questioningly at the others.

      “I think Ace is right,” Bill Anderson said judiciously. “We have all heard of Cupid Dart. Why not send for him? Even if Allen does come, it is a question if we can trust him.”

      “Trust him? Of course you can’t trust him! He’s a bushwhackin’ killer, who kills men by shootin’ them in the back. I know men who have seen him do it.” Ace’s face was pale with rage.

      “Why do you hate him?” the girl asked quietly.

      “Because you are a sorta cousin of mine, and I hate to think of you having truck with a man like him,” Ace replied bitterly.

      “I have no truck with him; I have never heard one word from him since the day he rode away after saving my father. He told me then that friendship between a girl like myself and a man like him was impossible.”

      The girl’s face was flushed. In spite of herself her voice trembled. But her eyes were steady as she looked into Ace’s angry brown ones.

      “Darn it, the girl’s in love with the little runt,” Sam Hogg whispered to his brother. He went over and placed an arm about the girl’s shoulder.

      “Ace, yuh got Allen wrong,” he said defensively. “When I was in the Rangers and he hung out in Texas, I chased him plenty. And he had the rep then, among bad hombres, of bein’ square. An’ I don’t believe he killed any gent what didn’t need killin’ bad.”

      “Only men who fear him hate him,” the girl said softly.

      Ace Cutts took a step toward her, but Anderson grasped his arm.

      “You fool!” he exclaimed in a whisper.

      His back was toward the others. His lips formed a sentence that could be read only by Ace. The young man nodded sullenly and made an effort to recover his composure.

      “When he comes,” Snippets said anxiously to Tom Powers, “remember you promised there will be no shooting.”

      “Are you scared I’ll drop your hero?” Ace jeeringly asked.

      “There’s going to be no gun play,” Tom Powers cut in sharply.

      “Make him give you his word,” she insisted.

      The worry in her voice was apparent to all. Ace was triumphant.

      “I promise you I won’t – ” he began.

      Sam Hogg read the reason correctly for the girl’s anxiety and he interrupted sharply.

      “Yuh idiot! She ain’t scared for the Wolf. But she’s worried that yuh’ll make a fool play so’s the Wolf will have to drop yuh before the judge.”

      Ace Cutts jeered and slapped his holstered gun. The little cattleman looked meaningly toward Tom Powers, who nodded, crossed to Ace Cutts, and slipped the gun from its holster. Snippets smiled gratefully at the grizzled ex-Ranger. Ace Cutts lapsed into sulky silence.

      Then a noise at the rear of the room made them turn. The door that led to the kitchen swung open. Just outside the doorway stood a shadowy figure. It moved forward into the lamplight.

      “You bum, what you doing here?” Jim Hogg rasped.

      The newcomer was the hobo they knew as Jim Anson.

      “Howdy, gents,” he said. “Yuh sent for me?”

      He removed the blue glasses and tilted back his battered hat. As he advanced farther into the room they saw the two big Colts strapped at his thighs. His loose mouth split in a broad grin, and his big, uneven teeth flashed white.

      The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence. The assembled men stared wonderingly at the undersized boy. It was Snippets who broke the silence.

      “Uncle, this is Jim-twin Allen.”

      The judge coughed and said foolishly: “I thought you were Jim Anson.”

      Jim Allen grinned again. That contagious grin made the two Hogg brothers chuckle aloud, and even the judge and the sheriff smiled in return.

      “No, I ain’t Jim Anson. I knows there was gents in this town longin’ for my scalp, so I sorta disguises myself. And as there was gents sneakin’ around in the bushes out there, I had to pretend to still be Jim Anson. I reckon some one of yuh gents talked, ’cause the Toad’s got all of his killers out there waitin’ for me. I told the Yuma Kid I had a message for the judge, so he let me pass,” Allen explained.

      The men were amazed. It seemed unbelievable. Jim Anson, the cowardly, whining little bum! Jim-twin Allen! Their glances traveled from his shapeless moccasins to his boyish, freckled face. But from his strange, animallike eyes, there could be no doubt he was the man for whom they were waiting. They also understood how he had come by the name of the Wolf.

      Ace Cutts’ face was ghastly white. With an effort he switched his eyes from Allen to Bill Anderson. The latter was licking his dry lips and staring at the famous outlaw, hypnotized. The realization that Jim Anson was Jim Allen had stunned the politician. Desperately he tried to figure what this would mean. At all costs Allen must not leave that room. He shot a glance to Ace Cutts. The latter began to slide unobtrusively toward the front door.

      “I’m right glad to meet yuh, Jim Allen,” Sam Hogg cried heartily.

      His brother, Jim, chuckled. “An’ you tole me yuh chased this feller ragged when yuh was in the Texas Rangers.”

      “I sure did,” the cattleman said ruefully. “I bet the Rangers winded a hundred horses chasin’ yuh when yuh was hangin’ around lower Texas. An’ we never got close enough to throw lead at yuh. Yuh still got them grays yuh had then?”

      Allen’s face clouded as he glanced quickly at Snippets.

      “I got one of ’em – but Queen is dead. I got СКАЧАТЬ