Euchre lighted a black pipe, and, drawing his hat over his eyes, lay back in comfort after the manner of the majority of the outlaws. But Duane was alert, observing, thoughtful. He never missed anything. It was his belief that any moment an idle word might be of benefit to him. Moreover, these rough men were always interesting.
"Bland's been chased across the river," said one.
"New, he's deliverin' cattle to thet Cuban ship," replied another.
"Big deal on, hey?"
"Some big. Rugg says the boss hed an order fer fifteen thousand.""Say, that order'll take a year to fill."
"New. Hardin is in cahoots with Bland. Between 'em they'll fill orders bigger 'n thet.""Wondered what Hardin was rustlin' in here fer."Duane could not possibly attend to all the conversation among the outlaws. He endeavored to get the drift of talk nearest to him.
"Kid Fuller's goin' to cash," said a sandy-whiskered little outlaw.
"So Jim was tellin' me. Blood-poison, ain't it? Thet hole wasn't bad. But he took the fever," rejoined a comrade.
"Deger says the Kid might pull through if he hed nursin'.""Wal, Kate Bland ain't nursin' any shot-up boys these days. She hasn't got time."A laugh followed this sally; then came a penetrating silence.
Some of the outlaws glanced good-naturedly at Duane. They bore him no ill will. Manifestly they were aware of Mrs. Bland's infatuation.
"Pete, 'pears to me you've said thet before.""Shore. Wal, it's happened before."
This remark drew louder laughter and more significant glances at Duane. He did not choose to ignore them any longer.
"Boys, poke all the fun you like at me, but don't mention any lady's name again. My hand is nervous and itchy these days."He smiled as he spoke, and his speech was drawled; but the good humor in no wise weakened it. Then his latter remark was significant to a class of men who from inclination and necessity practiced at gun-drawing until they wore callous and sore places on their thumbs and inculcated in the very deeps of their nervous organization a habit that made even the simplest and most innocent motion of the hand end at or near the hip.
There was something remarkable about a gun-fighter's hand. It never seemed to be gloved, never to be injured, never out of sight or in an awkward position.
There were grizzled outlaws in that group, some of whom had many notches on their gun-handles, and they, with their comrades, accorded Duane silence that carried conviction of the regard in which he was held.
Duane could not recall any other instance where he had let fall a familiar speech to these men, and certainly he had never before hinted of his possibilities. He saw instantly that he could not have done better.
"Orful hot, ain't it?" remarked Bill Black, presently. Bill could not keep quiet for long. He was a typical Texas desperado, had never been anything else. He was stoop-shouldered and bow-legged from much riding; a wiry little man, all muscle, with a square head, a hard face partly black from scrubby beard and red from sun, and a bright, roving, cruel eye. His shirt was open at the neck, showing a grizzled breast.
"Is there any guy in this heah outfit sport enough to go swimmin'?" he asked.
"My Gawd, Bill, you ain't agoin' to wash!" exclaimed a comrade.
This raised a laugh in which Black joined. But no one seemed eager to join him in a bath.
"Laziest outfit I ever rustled with," went on Bill, discontentedly. "Nuthin' to do! Say, if nobody wants to swim maybe some of you'll gamble?"He produced a dirty pack of cards and waved them at the motionless crowd.
"Bill, you're too good at cards," replied a lanky outlaw.
"Now, Jasper, you say thet powerful sweet, an' you look sweet, er I might take it to heart," replied Black, with a sudden change of tone.
Here it was again--that upflashing passion. What Jasper saw fit to reply would mollify the outlaw or it would not. There was an even balance.
"No offense, Bill," said Jasper, placidly, without moving.
Bill grunted and forgot Jasper. But he seemed restless and dissatisfied. Duane knew him to be an inveterate gambler. And as Benson's place was out of running-order, Black was like a fish on dry land.
"Wal, if you-all are afraid of the cairds, what will you bet on?" he asked, in disgust.
"Bill, I'll play you a game of mumbly peg fer two bits."replied one.
Black eagerly accepted. Betting to him was a serious matter.
