CHAPTER XI
SILENT BLUFFS
The coming of the railroad had changed Elkhead from a mere crossing ofthe ways to a rather important cattle shipping point. Once a year itbecame a bustling town whose two streets thronged with cattlemen withpockets burdened with gold which fairly burned its way out to the openair. At other times Elkhead dropped back into a leaden-eyed sleep.
The most important citizen was Lee Hardy, the Wells Fargo agent.Office jobs are hard to find in the mountain-desert, and those whohold them win respect. The owner of a swivel-chair is more lordlythan the possessor of five thousand "doggies." Lee Hardy had sucha swivel-chair. Moreover, since large shipments of cash were oftendirected by Wells Fargo to Elkhead, Hardy's position was really moresignificant than the size of the village suggested. As a crowningstamp upon his dignity he had a clerk who handled the ordinary routineof work in the front room, while Hardy set himself up in state ina little rear office whose walls were decorated by two brilliantcalendars and the coloured photograph of a blond beauty advertising atoilet soap.
To this sanctuary he retreated during the heat of the day, while inthe morning and evening he loitered on the small porch, chatting withpassers-by. Except in the hottest part of the year he affected a softwhite collar with a permanent bow tie. The leanness of his features,and his crooked neck with the prominent Adam's apple which stirredwhen he spoke, suggested a Yankee ancestry, but the faded blue eyes,pathetically misted, could only be found in the mountain-desert.
One morning into the inner sanctum of this dignitary stepped a manbuilt in rectangles, a square face, square, ponderous shoulders, andeven square-tipped fingers. Into the smiling haze of Hardy's face hisown keen black eye sparkled like an electric lantern flashed into adark room. He was dressed in the cowboy's costume, but there was noWestern languor in his make-up. Everything about him was clear cutand precise. He had a habit of clicking his teeth as he finished asentence. In a word, when he appeared in the doorway Lee Hardy wokeup, and before the stranger had spoken a dozen words the agent wasleaning forward to be sure that he would not miss a syllable.
"You're Lee Hardy, aren't you?" said he, and his eyes gave theimpression of a smile, though his lips did not stir after speaking.
"I am," said the agent.
"Then you're the man I want to see. If you don't mind--"
He closed the door, pulled a chair against it, and then sat down, andfolded his arms. Very obviously he meant business. Hardy switched hisposition in his chair, sitting a little more to the right, so that theedge of the seat would not obstruct the movement of his hand towardsthe holster on his right thigh.
"Well," he said good naturedly, "I'm waitin'."
"Good," said the stranger, "I won't keep you here any longer than isnecessary. In the first place my name is Tex Calder."
Hardy changed as if a slight layer of dust had been sifted over hisface. He stretched out his hand.
"It's great to see you, Calder," he said, "of course I've heardabout you. Everyone has. Here! I'll send over to the saloon for somered-eye. Are you dry?"
He rose, but Calder waved him back to the swivel-chair.
"Not dry a bit," he said cheerily. "Not five minutes ago I had a drinkof--water."
"All right," said Hardy, and settled back into his chair.
"Hardy, there's been crooked work around here."
"What in hell--"
"Get your hand away from that gun, friend."
"What the devil's the meaning of all this?"
"That's very well done," said Calder. "But this isn't the stage. Arewe going to talk business like friends?"
"I've got nothing agin you," said Hardy testily, and his eyes followedCalder's right hand as if fascinated. "What do you want to say? I'lllisten. I'm not very busy."
"That's exactly it," smiled Tex Calder, "I want you to get busier."
"Thanks."
"In the first place I'll be straight with you. Wells Fargo hasn't sentme here."
"Who has?"
"My conscience."
"I don't get your drift."
Through a moment of pause Calder's eyes searched the face of Hardy.
"You've been pretty flush for some time."
"I ain't been starvin'."
"There are several easy ways for you to pick up extra money."
"Yes?"
"For instance, you know all about the Wells Fargo money shipments, andthere are men around here who'd pay big for what you could tell them."
The prominent Adam's apple rose and fell in Hardy's throat.
"You're quite a joker, ain't you Calder? Who, for instance?"
"Jim Silent."
"This is like a story in a book," grinned Hardy. "Go on. I supposeI've been takin' Silent's money?"
The answer came like the click of a cocked revolver.
"You have!"
"By God, Calder--"
"Steady! I have some promising evidence, partner. Would you like tohear part of it?"
"This country has its share of the world's greatest liars," saidHardy, "I don't care what you've heard."
"That saves my time. Understand me straight. I can slap you into alock-up, if I want to, and then bring in that evidence. I'm not goingto do it. I'm going to use you as a trap and through you get some ofthe worst of the lone riders."
"There's nothin' like puttin' your hand on the table."
"No, there isn't. I'll tell you what you're to do."
"Thanks."
The marshal drove straight on.
"I've got four good men in this town. Two of them will always behanging around your office. Maybe you can get a job for them here, eh?I'll pay the salaries. You simply tip them off when your visitors areriders the government wants, see? You don't have to lift a hand. Youjust go to the door as the visitor leaves, and if he's all right yousay: 'So long, we'll be meeting again before long.' But if he's a manI want, you say 'Good-bye.' That's all. My boys will see that it isgood-bye."
"Go on," said the agent, "and tell the rest of the story. It startswell."
"Doesn't it?" agreed Calder, "and the way it concludes is with youreaching over and shaking hands with me and saying 'yes'!"
He leaned forward. The twinkle was gone from his eyes and he extendedhis hand to Hardy. The latter reached out with an impulsive gesture,wrung the proffered hand, and then slipping back into his chair brokeinto hysterical laughter.
"The real laugh," said Calder, watching his man narrowly, "will be onthe long riders."
"Tex," said the agent. "I guess you have the dope. I won't sayanything except that I'm glad as hell to be out of the rotten businessat last. Once started I couldn't stop. I did one 'favour' for thesedevils, and after that they had me in their power. I haven't slept formonths as I'm going to sleep tonight!"
He wiped his face with an agitated hand.
"A week ago," he went on, "I knew you were detailed on this work. I'vebeen sweating ever since. Now that you've come--why, I'm glad of it!"
A faint sneer touched Calder's mouth and was gone.
"You're a wise man," he said. "Have you seen much of Jim Silentlately?"
Hardy hesitated. The role of informer was new.
"Not directly."
Calder nodded.
"Now put me right if I go off the track. The way I understand it, JimSilent has about twenty gun fighters and long riders working in gangsunder him and combining for big jobs."
"That's about it."
"The inside circle consists of Silent; Lee Haines, a man who wentwrong because the law did _him_ wrong; Hal Purvis, a cunning devil;and Bill Kilduff, a born fighter who loves blood for its own sake."
"Right."
"Here's something more. For Jim Silent, dead or alive, the governmentwill pay ten thousand dollars. For each of the other three it paysfive thousand. The notices aren't out yet, but they will be in a fewdays. Hardy, if you help me bag these men, you'll get fifty per centof the profits. Are you on?"
The hesitancy of Hardy changed to downright enthu
siasm.
"Easy money, Tex. I'm your man, hand and glove."
"Don't get optimistic. This game isn't played yet, and unless I makethe biggest mistake of my life we'll be guessing again before we landSilent. I've trailed some fast gunmen in my day, and I have an ideathat Silent will be the hardest of the lot; but if you play your endof the game we may land him. I have a tip that he's lying out in thecountry near Elkhead. I'm riding out alone to get track of him. As Igo out I'll tell my men that you're O.K. for this business."
He hesitated a moment with his hand on the door knob.
"Just one thing more, Hardy. I heard a queer tale this morning abouta fight in a saloon run by a man named Morgan. Do you know anythingabout it?"
"No."
"I was told of a fellow who chipped four dollars thrown into the airat twenty yards."
"That's a lie."
"The man who talked to me had a nicked dollar to prove his yarn."
"The devil he did!"
"And after the shooting this chap got into a fight with a tall mantwice his size and fairly mopped up the floor with him. They say itwasn't a nice thing to watch. He is a frail man, but when the fightstarted he turned into a tiger."
"Wish I'd seen it."
"The tall man tallies to a hair with my description of Silent."
"You're wrong. I know what Silent can do with his hands. No one couldbeat him up. What's the name of the other?"
"Barry. Whistling Dan Barry."
Calder hesitated.
"Right or wrong, I'd like to have this Barry with me. So long."
He was gone as he had come, with a nod and a flash of the keen, blackeyes. Lee Hardy stared at the door for some moments, and then wentoutside. The warm light of the sun had never been more welcome to him.Under that cheering influence he began to feel that with Tex Calderbehind him he could safely defy the world.
His confidence received a shock that afternoon when a heavy stepcrossed the outside room, and his door opening without a preliminaryknock, he looked up into the solemn eyes of Jim Silent. The outlawshook his head when Hardy offered him a chair.
"What's the main idea of them two new men out in your front room,Lee?" he asked.
"Two cowpunchers that was down on their luck. I got to stand in withthe boys now and then."
"I s'pose so. Shorty Rhinehart in here to see you, Lee?"
"Yep."
"You told him that the town was gettin' pretty hot."
"It is."
"You said you had no dope on when that delayed shipment was comin'through?"
Hardy made lightning calculations. A half truth would be the best wayout.
"I've just got the word you want. It come this morning."
Silent's expression changed and he leaned a little closer.
"It's the nineteenth. Train number 89. Savvy? Seven o'clock atElkhead!"
"How much? Same bunch of coin?"
"Fifty thousand!"
"That's ten more."
"Yep. A new shipment rolled in with the old one. No objections?"
Silent grinned.
"Any other news, Lee?"
"Shorty told you about Tex Calder?"
"He did. Seen him around here?"
The slightest fraction of a second in hesitation.
"No."
"Was that the straight dope you give Shorty?"
"Straighter'n hell. They're beginnin' to talk, but I guess I was jestsort of panicky when I talked with Shorty."
"This Tex Calder----"
"What about him?" This with a trace of suspicion.
"He's got a long record."
"So've you, Jim."
Once more that wolflike grin which had no mirth.
"So long, Lee. I'll be on the job. Lay to that."
He turned towards the door. Hardy followed him. A moment more, in asingle word, and the job would be done. Five thousand dollars for asingle word! It warmed the very heart of Lee Hardy.
Silent, as he moved away, seemed singularly thoughtful. He hesitated amoment with bowed head at the door--then whirled and shoved a six-gununder the nose of Hardy. The latter leaped back with his arms thrustabove his head, straining at his hands to get them higher.
"My God, Jim!"
"You're a low-down, lyin' hound!"
Hardy's tongue clove to the roof of his mouth.
"Damn you, d'you hear me?"
"Yes! For God's sake, Jim, don't shoot!"
"Your life ain't worth a dime!"
"Give me one more chance an' I'll play square!"
A swift change came over the face of Silent, and then Hardy went hotwith terror and anger. The long rider had known nothing. The gun playhad been a mere bluff, but he had played into the hands of Silent, andnow his life was truly worth nothing.
"You poor fool," went on Silent, his voice purring with controlledrage. "You damn blind fool! D'you think you could double cross me an'get by with it?"
"Give me a chance, Jim. One more chance, one more chance!"
Even in his terror he remembered to keep his voice low lest those inthe front room should hear.
"Out with it, if you love livin'!"
"I--I can't talk while you got that gun on me!"
Silent not only lowered his gun, but actually returned it to theholster. Nothing could more clearly indicate his contempt, and Hardy,in spite of his fear, crimsoned with shame.
"It was Tex Calder," he said at last.
Silent started a little and his eyes narrowed again.
"What of him?"
"He came here a while ago an' tried to make a deal with me."
"An' made it!" said Silent ominously.
No gun pointed at him this time, but Hardy jerked his hands once moreabove his head and cowered against the wall.
"So help me God he didn't, Jim."
"Get your hands down."
He lowered his hands slowly.
"I told him I didn't know nothin' about you."
"What about that train? What about that shipment?"
"It's jest the way I told you, except that it's on the eighteenthinstead of the nineteenth."
"I'm goin' to believe you. If you double cross me I'll have your hide.Maybe they'll get me, but there'll be enough of my boys left to getyou. You can lay to that. How much did they offer you, Lee? How mucham I worth to the little old U.S.A.?"
"I--I--it wasn't the money. I was afraid to stick with my game anylonger."
The long rider had already turned towards the door, making no effortto keep his face to the agent. The latter, flushing again, moved hishand towards his hip, but stopped the movement. The last threat ofSilent carried a deep conviction with it. He knew that the faith oflone riders to each other was an inviolable bond. Accordingly hefollowed at the heels of the other man into the outside room.
"So long, old timer," he called, slapping Silent on the shoulder,"I'll be seein' you agin before long."
Calder's men looked up with curious eyes. Hardy watched Silent swingonto his horse and gallop down the street. Then he went hurriedlyback to his office. Once inside he dropped into the big swivel-chair,buried his face in his arms, and wept like a child.