"I didn't mean literally; I meant in the business affair. You'll
have to have help from the start. That means that you will have to
trust some one. From what you say it is evident that there will be
an immediate attempt made to jump the claim; an attempt which will
be afoot and on the ground long before you can get there. Let us be
reasonable and take hold of the live facts. I have a man here who is
both capable and trustworthy. Let me send him in with a sufficient
force to stand off the jumpers until you are able to hold your own."
Jeffard shook his head. "I can't do it, unreasonable as it may seem. I
must go first and alone. That is another mystery, you will say, but I
can't help it. If I win through it alive I shall be here again in a day
or two, ready to talk business. More than that I can't say now."
Denby's thin lips came together in a straight line, with a click of the
white teeth behind them. "As you please. I am not going about to prove
to you that you would lose nothing by trusting me from the start. Can I
do anything toward helping you off?"
"Yes; you can give me your shoulder down the stair and a lift into the
saddle."
The little journey to the ground floor was made in silence. When they
were passing the desk the clerk said: "Your horse is at the door, Mr.
Jeffard. I was just about to send up word. Are you feeling better?"
"I am all right." He leaned heavily on the counter and paid his bill.
"Did the liveryman leave any message?"
"No, only to say that he has stocked the saddle-bags as you directed."
The personally conducted journey went on to the sidewalk, and Denby
heaved the wounded one into the saddle, steadying him therein till the
vertigo loosed its hold.
"Anything else you can delegate?"
"No, thank you; nothing that I think of."
"You are still determined to go?"
"Quite determined."
"Well, you are a stubborn madman, and I rather like you for it; that's
all I have to say. Good luck to you."
Jeffard gathered the reins and sat reflective what time the broncho
sniffed the cool breeze pouring down from the higher slopes of the
western range. When the horse would have set out, Jeffard restrained
him yet another moment.
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