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"Howdy boys!" he said.
Only Kells greeted him in response. The bandit eyed him curiously.
The others added suspicion to their glances.
"Did you hear Red's yell?" queried Kells, presently.
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"I'd have heard that roar if I'd been dead," replied Cleve, bluntly.
"And I didn't like it! ... I was coming up the road and I heard
Pearce yell. I'll bet every man in camp heard it."
"How'd you know Pearce yelled for you?"
"I recognized his voice."
Cleve's manner recalled to Joan her first sight of him over in Cabin
Gulch. He was not so white or haggard, but his eyes were piercing,
and what had once been recklessness now seemed to be boldness. He
deliberately studied Pearce. Joan trembled, for she divined what
none of these robbers knew, and it was that Pearce was perilously
near death. It was there for Joan to read in Jim's dark glance.
"Where've you been all these nights?" queried the bandit leader.
"Is that any of your business--when you haven't had need of me?"
returned Cleve.
"Yes, it's my business. And I've sent for you. You couldn't be
found."
"I've been here for supper every night."
"I don't talk to any men in daylight. You know my hours for meeting.
And you've not come."
"You should have told me. How was I to know?"
"I guess you're right. But where've you been?"
"Down in camp. Faro, most of the time. Bad luck, too."
Red Pearce's coarse face twisted into a scornful sneer. It must have
been a lash to Kells.
"Pearce says you're chasing a woman," retorted the bandit leader.
"Pearce lies!" flashed Cleve. His action was as swift. And there he
stood with a gun thrust hard against Pearce's side.
"JIM! Don't kill him!" yelled Kells, rising.
Pearce's red face turned white. He stood still as a stone, with his
gaze fixed in fascinated fear upon Cleve's gun.
A paralyzing surprise appeared to hold the group.
"Can you prove what you said?" asked Cleve, low and hard.
Joan knew that if Pearce did have the proof which would implicate
her he would never live to tell it.
"Cleve--I don't--know nothin'," choked out Pearce. "I jest figgered-
-it was a woman!"
Cleve slowly lowered the gun and stepped back. Evidently that
satisfied him. But Joan had an intuitive feeling that Pearce lied.
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"You want to be careful how you talk about me," said Cleve.
Kells purled out a suspended breath and he flung the sweat from his
brow. There was about him, perhaps more than the others, a dark
realization of how close the call had been for Pearce.
"Jim, you're not drunk?"
"No."
"But you're sore?"
"Sure I'm sore. Pearce put me in bad with you, didn't he?"
"No. You misunderstood me. Red hasn't a thing against you. And
neither he nor anybody else could put you in bad with me."
"All right. Maybe I was hasty. But I'm not wasting time these days,"
replied Cleve. "I've no hard feelings. ... Pearce, do you want to
shake hands--or hold that against me?"
"He'll shake, of course," said Kells.
Pearce extended his hand, but with a bad grace. He was dominated.
This affront of Cleve's would rankle in him.
"Kells, what do you want with me?" demanded Cleve.
A change passed over Kells, and Joan could not tell just what it
was, but somehow it seemed to suggest a weaker man.
"Jim, you've been a great card for me," began Kells, impressively.
"You've helped my game--and twice you saved my life. I think a lot
of you. ... If you stand by me now I swear I'll return the trick
some day. ... Will you stand by me?"
"Yes," replied Cleve, steadily, but he grew pale. "What's the
trouble?"
"By--, it's bad enough!" exclaimed Kells, and as he spoke the shade
deepened in his haggard face. "Gulden has split my Legion. He has
drawn away more than half my men. They have been drunk and crazy
ever since. They've taken things into their own hands. You see the
result as well as I. That camp down there is fire and brimstone.
Some one of that drunken gang has talked. We're none of us safe any
more. I see suspicion everywhere. I've urged getting a big stake and
then hitting the trail for the border. But not a man sticks to me in
that. They all want the free, easy, wild life of this gold-camp. So
we're anchored till--till ... But maybe it's not too late. Pearce,
Oliver, Smith--all the best of my Legion--profess loyalty to me. If
we all pull together maybe we can win yet. But they've threatened to
split, too. And it's all on your account!"
"Mine?" ejaculated Cleve.
"Yes. Now it's nothing to make you flash your gun. Remember you said
you'd stand by me. ... Jim, the fact is--all the gang to a man
believe you're double-crossing me!"
"In what way?" queried Cleve, blanching.
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"They think you're the one who has talked. They blame you for the
suspicion that's growing."
"Well, they're absolutely wrong," declared Cleve, in a ringing
voice.
"I know they are. Mind you I'm not hinting I distrust you. I don't.
I swear by you. But Pearce--"
"So it's Pearce," interrupted Cleve, darkly. "I thought you said he
hadn't tried to put me in bad with you."
"He hasn't. He simply spoke his convictions. He has a right to them.
So have all the men. And, to come to the point, they all think
you're crooked because you're honest!"
"I don't understand," replied Cleve, slowly.
"Jim, you rode into Cabin Gulch, and you raised some trouble. But
you were no bandit. You joined my Legion, but you've never become a
bandit. Here you've been an honest miner. That suited my plan and it
helped. But it's got so it doesn't suit my men. You work every day
hard. You've struck it rich. You're well thought of in Alder Creek.
You've never done a dishonest thing. Why, you wouldn't turn a
crooked trick in a card game for a sack full of gold. This has hurt
you with my men. They can't see as I see, that you're as square as
you are game. They see you're an honest miner. They believe you've
got into a clique--that you've given us away. I don't blame Pearce
or any of my men. This is a time when men's intelligence, if they
have any, doesn't operate. Their brains are on fire. They see gold
and whisky and blood, and they feel gold and whisky and blood.
That's all. I'm glad that the gang gives you the benefit of a doubt
and a chance to stand by me."
"A chance!"
"Yes. They've worked out a job for you alone. Will you undertake
it?"
"I'll have to," replied Cleve.
"You certainly will if you want the gang to justify my faith in you.
Once you pull off a crooked deal, they'll switch and swear by you.
Then we'll get together, all of us, and plan what to do about Gulden
and his outfit. They'll run our heads, along with their own, right
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