The Flaming Jewel. Chambers Robert William

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      Clinch put his arm around her, turned his bloody face and looked at Smith.

      "It's this ," he said, "that I ain't forgetting, young fella. What you done for me you done for her .

      "I gotta live to make a lady of her. That's why," he added thickly, "I'm much obliged to you, Hal Smith… Go to bed, girlie – "

      "You're bleeding, dad?"

      "Aw, a twig scratched me. I been in the woods with Hal. G'wan to bed."

      He went to the sink and washed his face, dried it, kissed the girl, and gave her a gentle shove toward the stairs.

      "Hal and I is sittin' up talkin' business," he remarked, bolting the door and all the shutters.

      When the girl had gone, Clinch went to a closet and brought back two Winchester rifles, two shot guns, and a box of ammunition.

      "Goin' to see it out with me, Hal?"

      "Sure," smiled Smith.

      "Aw' right. Have a drink?"

      "No."

      "Aw' right. Where'll you set?"

      "Anywhere."

      "Aw' right. Set over there. They may try the back porch. I'll jest set here a spell, n'then I'll kind er mosey 'round… Plug the first fella that tries a shutter, Hal."

      "You bet."

      Clinch came over and held out his hand.

      "You said a face-full that time when you says to me, 'Clinch,' you says, 'Eve is a lady.' … I gotta fix her up. I gotta be alive to do it… That's why I'm greatly obliged to yeh, Hal."

      He took his rifle and walked slowly toward the pantry.

      "You bet," he muttered, "she is a lady, so help me God."

      Episode Three

      ON STAR PEAK

I

      MIKE CLINCH regarded the jewels taken from José Quintana as legitimate loot acquired in war.

      He was prepared to kill anybody who attempted to take the gems from him.

      At the very possibility his ruling passion blazed – his mania to make of Eve Strayer a grand lady.

      But now, what he had feared for years had happened. Quintana had found him, – Quintana, after all these years, had discovered the identity and dwelling place of the obscure American soldier who had robbed him in the wash-room of a Paris café. And Quintana was now in America, here in this very wilderness, tracking the man who had despoiled him.

      Clinch, in his shirt-sleeves, carrying a rifle, came out on the log veranda and sat down to think it over.

      He began to realise that he was likely to have trouble with a man as cold-blooded and as dogged as himself.

      Nor did he doubt that those with Quintana were desperate men.

      On whom could he count? On nobody unless he paid their hire. None among the lawless men who haunted his backwoods "hotel" at Star Pond would lift a finger to help him. Almost any among them would have robbed him, – murdered him, probably, – if it were known that jewels were hidden in the house.

      He could not trust Jake Kloon; Leverett was as treacherous as only a born coward can be; Sid Hone, Harvey Chase, Blommers, Byron Hastings, – he knew them all too well to trust them, – a sullen, unscrupulous pack, partly cowardly, always fierce, – as are any creatures that live furtively, feed only by their wits, and slink through life just outside the frontiers of law.

      And yet, one of this gang had stood by him – Hal Smith – the man he himself had been about to slay.

      Clinch got up from the bench where he had been sitting and walked down to the pond where Hal Smith sat cleaning trout.

      "Hal," he said, "I been figuring some. Quintana don't dare call in the constables. I can't afford to. Quintana and I've got to settle this on our own."

      Smith slit open a ten-inch trout, stripped it, flung the entrails out into the pond, soused the fish in water, and threw it into a milk pan.

      "Whose jewels were they in the beginning?" he enquired carelessly.

      "How do I know?"

      "If you ever found out – "

      "I don't want to. I got them in the war, anyway. And it don't make no difference how I got 'em; Eve's going to be a lady if I go to the chair for it. So that's that."

      Smith slit another trout, gutted it, flung away the viscera but laid back the roe.

      "Shame to take them in October," he remarked, "but people must eat."

      "Same's me," nodded Clinch; "I don't want to kill no one, but Eve she's gotta be a lady and ride in her own automobile with the proudest."

      "Does Eve know about the jewels?"

      Clinch's pale eyes, which had been roving over the wooded shores of Star Pond, reverted to Smith.

      "I'd cut my throat before I'd tell her," he said softly.

      "She wouldn't stand for it?"

      "Hal, when you said to me, 'Eve's a lady, by God!' you swallered the hull pie. That's the answer. A lady don't stand for what you and I don't bother about."

      "Suppose she learns that you robbed the man who robbed somebody else of these jewels."

      Clinch's pale eyes were fixed on him: "Only you and me know," he said in his pleasant voice.

      "Quintana knows. His gang knows."

      Clinch's smile was terrifying. "I guess she ain't never likely to know nothing, Hal."

      "What do you purpose to do, Mike?"

      "Still hunt."

      "For Quintana?"

      "I might mistake him for a deer. Them accidents is likely, too."

      "If Quintana catches you it will go hard with you, Mike."

      "Sure. I know."

      "He'll torture you to make you talk."

      "You think I'd talk, Hal?"

      Smith looked up into the light-coloured eyes. The pupils were pin points. Then he went on cleaning fish.

      "Hal?"

      "What?"

      "If they get me, – but no matter; they ain't a-going to get me."

      "Were you going to tell me where those jewels are hidden, Mike?" enquired the young man, still busy with his fish. He did not look around when he spoke. Clinch's murderous gaze was fastened on the back of his head.

      "Don't go to gettin' too damn nosey, Hal," he said in his always agreeable СКАЧАТЬ