He always was that haidstrong."
"But--why--why--"
"Yes, it's sure a heap against the law, but then Bucky ain't a
lawyer. I don't reckon he cares sour grapes for the law--as law.
It's a right interesting guess as to whether he will or won't."
"There's a heap of cases the law don't reach prompt. This is one
of them," contributed the ranger cheerfully. He pocketed his
watch and picked up the .45. "Any last message or anything of
that sort, signor? I don't want to be unpleasant about this, you
understand."
The whilom bad man's teeth chattered. "I'll tell you anything you
want to know."
"Now, that's right sensible. I hate to come into another man's
house and clutter it up. Reel off your yarn."
"I don't know--what you want."
"I want the whole story of your kidnapping of the Mackenzie
child, how came you to do it, what happened to Dave Henderson,
and full directions where I may locate Frances Mackenzie. Begin
at the beginning, and I'll fire questions at you when you don't
make any point clear to me. Turn loose your yarn at me hot off
the bat."
The man told his story sullenly. While he was on the round-up as
cook for the riders he had heard Mackenzie and Henderson
discussing together the story of their adventure with the dying
Spaniard and their hopes of riches from the mine he had left
them.
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