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Nelly Lebrun smelled danger. She sensed it as plainly as the deer whenthe puma comes between her and the wind. The many tokens that somethingwas wrong came to her by small hints which had to be put together beforethey assumed any importance.
First of all, her father, who should have burst out at her in a tiradefor having left Lord Nick for Donnegan said nothing at all, but kept adark smile on his face when she was near him. He even insinuated thatNick's time was done and that another was due to supersede him.
In the second place, she had passed into a room where Masters, Joe Rix,and the Pedlar sat cheek by jowl in close conference with a hum of deepvoice. But at her appearance all talk was broken off.
It was not strange that they should not invite her into their confidenceif they had some dark work ahead of them; but it was exceedinglysuspicious that Joe Rix attempted to pass off their whispers byimmediately breaking off the soft talk and springing into the midst of afull-fledged jest; also, it was strangest of all that when the jestended even the Pedlar, who rarely smiled, now laughed uproariously andsmote Joe soundingly upon the back.
Even a child could have strung these incidents into a chain of evidencewhich pointed toward danger. Obviously the danger was not directly hers,but then it must be directed at some one near to her. Her father? No, hewas more apt to be the mainspring of their action. Lord Nick? There wasnothing to gain by attacking him. Who was left? Donnegan!
As the realization came upon her it took her breath away for a moment.Donnegan was the man. At breakfast everyone had been talking about him.Lebrun had remarked that he had a face for the cards--emotionless. JoeRix had commented upon his speed of hand, and the Pedlar hadcomplimented the little man on his dress.
But at lunch not a word was spoken about Donnegan even after she haddexterously introduced the subject twice. Why the sudden silence?Between morning and noon Donnegan must have grievously offended them.
Fear for his sake stimulated her; but above and beyond this, indeed,there was a mighty feminine curiosity. She smelled the secret; it reekedthrough the house, and she was devoured by eagerness to know. Shehandpicked Lord Nick's gang in the hope of finding a weakness amongthem; some weakness upon which she could play in one of them and drawout what they were all concealing. The Pedlar was as unapproachable as acrag on a mountaintop. Masters was wise as an outlaw broncho. Lester wasprobably not even in the confidence of the others because since theaffair with Landis his nerve had been shattered to bits and the otherssecretly despised him for being beaten by the youngster at the draw.There remained, therefore, only Joe Rix.
But Joe Rix was a fox of the first quality. He lied with the smoothnessof silk. He could show a dozen colors in as many moments. Come to thewindward of Joe Rix? It was a delicate business! But since there wasnothing else to do, she fixed her mind upon it, working out this puzzle.Joe Rix wished to destroy Donnegan for reasons that were evidentlyconnected with the mines. And she must step into his confidence todiscover his plans. How should it be done? And there was a vital needfor speed, for they might be within a step of executing whatevermischief it was that they were planning.
She went down from her room; they were there still, only Joe Rix wasnot with them. She went to the apartment where he and the other three ofNick's gang slept and rapped at the door. He maintained his smile whenhe saw her, but there was an uncertain quiver of his eyebrows that toldher much. Plainly he was ill at ease. Suspicious? Ay, there were alwaysclouds of suspicion drifting over the red, round face of Joe Rix. Sheput a tremor of excitement and trouble in her voice.
"Come into my room, Joe, where we won't be interrupted."
He followed her without a word, and since she led the way she was ableto relax her expression for a necessary moment. When she closed the doorbehind him and faced Joe again she was once more ready to step into herpart. She did not ask him to sit down. She remained for a moment withher hand on the knob and searched the face of Joe Rix eagerly.
"Do you think he can hear?" she whispered, gesturing over her shoulder.
"Who?"
"Who but Lord Nick!" she exclaimed softly.
The bewilderment of Joe clouded his face a second and then he was ableto smooth it away. What on earth was the reason of her concern aboutLord Nick he was obviously wondering.
"I'll tell you why," she said, answering the unspoken question at once."He's as jealous as the devil, Joe!"
The fat little man sighed as he looked at her.
"He can't hear. Not through that log wall. But we'll talk soft, if youwant."
"Yes, yes. Keep your voice down. He's already jealous of you, Joe."
"Of me?"
"He knows I like you, that I trust you; and just now he's on edge abouteveryone I look at."
The surprising news which the first part of this sentence containedcaused Joe to gape, and the girl looked away in concern, enabling him tocontrol his expression. For she knew well enough that men hate to appearfoolishly surprised. And particularly a fox like Joe Rix.
"But what's the trouble, Nelly?" He added with a touch of venom: "Ithought everything was going smoothly with you. And I thought youweren't worrying much about what Lord Nick had in his mind."
She stared at him as though astonished.
"Do you think just the same as the rest of them?" she asked sadly. "Doyou mean to say that you're fooled just the same as Harry Masters andthe Pedlar and the rest of those fools--including Nick himself?"
Joe Rix was by no means willing to declare himself a fool beforehand. Henow mustered a look of much reserved wisdom.
"I have my own doubts, Nell, but I'm not talking about them."
He was so utterly at sea that she had to bite her lip hard to keep frombreaking into ringing laughter.
"Oh, I knew that you'd seen through it, Joe," she cried softly. "You seewhat an awful mess I've gotten into?"
He passed a hurried hand across his forehead and then looked at hersearchingly. But he could not penetrate her pretense of concern.
"No matter what I think," said Joe Rix, "you come out with it frankly.I'll listen."
"As a friend, Joe?"
She managed to throw a plea into her voice that made Joe sigh.
"Sure. You've already said that I'm your friend, and you're right."
"I'm in terrible, terrible trouble! You know how it happened. I was afool. I tried to play with Lord Nick. And now he thinks I was inearnest."
As though the strength of his legs had given way, Joe Rix slipped downinto a chair.
"Go on," he said huskily. "You were playing with Lord Nick?"
"Can't you put yourself in my place, Joe? It's always been taken forgranted that I'm to marry Nick. And the moment he comes around everybodyelse avoids me as if I were poison. I was sick of it. And when he showedup this time it was the same old story. A man would as soon sign his owndeath warrant as ask me for a dance. You know how it is?"
He nodded, still at sea, but with a light beginning to dawn in hislittle eyes.
"I'm only a girl, Joe. I have all the weakness of other girls. I don'twant to be locked up in a cage just because I--love one man!"
The avowal made Joe blink. It was the second time that day that he hadbeen placed in an astonishing scene. But some of his old cunningremained to him.
"Nell," he said suddenly, rising from his chair and going to her. "Whatare you trying to do to me? Pull the wool over my eyes?"
It was too much for Nelly Lebrun. She knew that she could not face himwithout betraying her guilt and therefore she did not attempt it. Shewhirled and flung herself on her bed, face down, and began to sobviolently, suppressing the sounds. And so she waited.
Presently a hand touched her shoulder lightly.
"Go away," cried Nelly in a choked voice. "I hate you, Joe Rix. You'relike all the rest!"
His knee struck the floor with a soft thud.
"Come on, Nell. Don't be hard on me. I thought you were stringing me alittle. But if you're playing straight, tell me what you want?"
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At that she bounced upright on the bed, and before he could rise shecaught him by both shoulders.
"I want Donnegan," she said fiercely.
"What?"
"I want him dead!"
Joe Rix gasped.
"Here's the cause of all my trouble. Just because I flirted with himonce or twice, Nick thought I was in earnest and now he's sulking. AndDonnegan puts on airs and acts as if I belonged to him. I hate him, Joe.And if he's gone Nick will come back to me. He'll come back to me, Joe;and I want him so!"
She found that Joe Rix was staring straight into her eyes, striving toprobe her soul to its depths, and by a great effort she was enabled tomeet that gaze. Finally the fat little man rose slowly to his feet. Herhands trailed from his shoulders as he stood up and fell helplessly uponher lap.
"Well, I'll be hanged, Nell!" exclaimed Joe Rix.
"What do you mean?"
"You're not acting a part? No, I can see you mean it. But what acold-blooded little--" He checked himself. His face was suddenlyjubilant. "Then we've got him, Nell. We've got him if you're with us. Wehad him anyway, but we'll make sure of him if you're with us. Look atthis! You saw me put a paper in my pocket when I opened the door of myroom? Here it is!"
He displayed before the astonished eyes of Nelly Lebrun a paper coveredwith an exact duplicate of her own swift, dainty script. And she read:
Nick is terribly angry and is making trouble. I have to get away. It isn't safe for me to stay here. Will you help me? Will you meet me at the shack by Donnell's ford tomorrow morning at ten o'clock?
"But I didn't write it," cried Nelly Lebrun, bewildered.
"Nelly," Joe Rix chuckled, flushing with pleasure, "you didn't. It wasme. I kind of had an idea that you wanted to get rid of this Donnegan,and I was going to do it for you and then surprise you with the goodnews."
"Joe, you forged it?"
"Don't bother sayin' pretty things about me and my pen," said Rixmodestly. "This is nothin'! But if you want to help me, Nelly--"
His voice faded partly out of her consciousness as she fought against atigerish desire to spring at the throat of the little fat man. Butgradually it dawned on her that he was asking her to write out that noteherself. Why? Because it was possible that Donnegan might have seen herhandwriting and in that case, though the imitation had been good enoughto deceive Nelly herself, it probably would not for a moment fool thekeen eyes of Donnegan. But if she herself wrote out the note, Donneganwas already as good as dead.
"That is," concluded Joe Rix, "if he really loves you, Nell."
"The fool!" cried Nelly. "He worships the ground I walk on, Joe. And Ihate him for it."
Even Joe Rix shivered, for he saw the hate in her eyes and could notdream that he himself was the cause and the object of it. There was ared haze of horror and confusion in front of her eyes, and yet she wasable to smile while she copied the note for Joe Rix.
"But how are you going to work it?" she asked. "How are you going tokill him, Joe?"
"Don't bother your pretty head," said the fat man, smiling. "Just waittill we bring you the good news."
"But are you sure?" she asked eagerly. "See what he's done already. He'staken Landis away from us; he's baffled Nick himself, in some manner;and he's gathered the mines away from all of us. He's a devil, Joe, andif you want to get him you'd better take ten men for the job."
"You hate him, Nell, don't you?" queried Joe Rix, and his voice was bothhard and curious. "But how has he harmed you?"
"Hasn't he taken Nick away from me? Isn't that enough?"
The fat man shivered again.
"All right. I'll tell you how it works. Now, listen!"
And he began to check off the details of his plan.