"That I cannot tell you. I am endeavouring at the present moment to
point out the difference between Marvin and Rudd. Marvin
thought--various things, while Rudd, with good reason for believing
that I had betrayed him--it really had a suspicious look about it, you
know--uttered no word of reproach."
"Well, just 'cause he acts like a white man, is that any reason for
lettin' him go?"
"It is my reason for standing by him."
"Well, you've stood by him. Yuh can't do more. An' it ain't done a
bit of good."
"If you knew what he did you'd let him go."
"I do know. That's why I'm freezin' to him."
"If you knew what he did for--for me," patiently persisted Kate, "you'd
let him go."
"What did he do for you?"
"I can't tell you. Take my word for it, can't you?"
"How can I? He's a hoss thief."
"Listen, he was leaving this country. He's quitting the 88 for good.
If he had gotten away he'd never have troubled again the Lazy or
Dogsoldier ranches. What, then, will you gain by hanging him?"
"It's the law, Kate--the law of the range. You know that."
"Law! Piecrust! If I told you that Rudd had saved my life at the risk
of his own would you let him go?"
"An' he took money for that?" Disgust was rampant in Loudon's tone.
"The taking part is neither here nor there. Remains the fact of his
saving my life--at the risk of his own, remember. Now will you let him
go? Oh, it's no use asking him," she added, quickly, as Loudon half
turned. "He'd probably deny it."
"Oh, what's the use, Kate?" exclaimed Loudon, impatiently. "If Rudd
had stolen my hoss or done somethin' special to me I'd let him go to
oblige yuh, but it's Scotty has the say. His hosses was stole. An'
I'm workin' for Scotty. Can't yuh see how it is?"
"I see that you intend to deny my request," Kate said, her black eyes
fixed unwaveringly on Loudon's gray ones.
"I've got to."
"Very well. But suppose we have Rudd come here a moment. I'd like you
to hear what he has to say. Oh, I'll make him talk."
"But----"
"Good heavens! You're not going to refuse me this little favour, are
you? Rudd's a prisoner. He can't get away. Call him over, and
afterward if you intend to hold him there's nothing to prevent you."
Loudon shouted to Laguerre. Rudd, his arms still elevated, walked
toward them slowly. Loudon kept him covered. Kate dismounted, leaving
the reins on her horse's neck.
"Tom," said she, "give me that money, please. I'd like to give it to
him myself."
Loudon handed her the handkerchief. Kate took it and leaned against
her horse's shoulder. One arm was flung across the saddle. Rudd
halted in front of Loudon. Kate, holding the horse by the bit, stepped
forward and stood beside Loudon.
"Here he is," said Loudon. "What----"
With surprising agility Kate whirled, seized Loudon's gun hand in a
desperate grip and jammed her thumb down between the hammer and the
firing-pin. Her left arm encircled his waist, and her head was twisted
sidewise under his chin.
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