by Fran Striker
Chapter XXVIII
WALLIE LEADS AN ACE
"--another gun full-loaded with six soft-nosed slugs that'll blast yerbrains clean outen the back of yer blasted head if yuh so much as make amove."
These were the first words the Lone Ranger heard as he recoveredconsciousness. His body was a mass of pain, and each breath brought astabbing sensation in his chest. He realized, but dimly, that BryantCavendish was speaking. He didn't know to whom.
"Yer stayin' right here till Yuma's had aplenty o' time tuh git herewith the law an' if he ain't come by sundown I'm blastin' the livin'hell out of yuh anyhow!"
Obviously Bryant had the situation well in hand. The masked man edgedpainfully to one side and tried to focus his eyes on the scene abouthim. The bedroom air was heavy with the smoke of gunfire, and the lightwas dim.
The floor resembled a battlefield. Wallie lay where he had fallen, stillunconscious. A pool of red surrounded Sawtell's lifeless body. Lonerganrolled upon the floor, clutching his stomach and moaning hideously. Thelawyer was dying, that was obvious, but dying in the most horrible andpainful way a man can die by bullets. Lombard sat in a chair, his rightarm hanging limp and dripping red. His face was drawn with pain, but hewas silent. Vince alone seemed to have escaped lightly. He had ahandkerchief, a dirty blue one, wrapped about one hand, but this didn'tprevent his holding both hands above his shoulders.
The masked man struggled to his feet and almost staggered his way to thewashstand. He somehow managed to splash water from a pitcher to thebasin, then scooped handfuls of it to his face.
"Yuh all right?" Bryant Cavendish demanded.
"I--I'm all right. I don't know just why--I--I thought--"
"Save yer breath till yuh got enough of it tuh talk with. I c'n see goodenough tuh keep these skunks covered. Yuh shot Vince's gun outen hishand. I thought fer sure you was a goner."
The Lone Ranger heard a soft moan and turned to see Wallie recoveringfrom the blow he sustained when his head struck the floor. Stillunsteady on his feet, the masked man carried water in the cup and threwit on the other's face, then he joined Bryant Cavendish after regaininghis guns. He sat on the floor and reloaded.
For the first time he was aware of the freshly opened shoulder wound.The blood was soaking through his shirt. His chest, too, bothered him,but there were other things of far greater importance than his personalcondition.
Wallie was sitting up with a dazed look in his face.
"You," barked Bryant, "git over there an' stand close tuh Vince."
Wallie obeyed slowly. Meanwhile Lonergan had ceased his cries. The LoneRanger knew by looking at him that the man was dead. Then he heardBryant scolding.
"I had two guns," the old man complained. "I'd o' wiped the lot o' themout, if you hadn't messed intuh things so's I couldn't shoot withoutprob'ly hittin' you!"
"That's just it, Bryant. I didn't want them all killed. We want themalive to talk! There are a lot of other men on this ranch and everyonehas been working with these."
"Where they at now?"
"Outside the house, figuring that you and I are dead."
"Skunks," growled Bryant.
Wallie appeared to have regained his composure. "What," he asked, "areyour plans now?"
"Shut up an' you'll find out," snapped Bryant. "This masked man told meabout you, yuh dirty double-dyed rat, but I wouldn't believe him! Hetold me that he'd said jest enough tuh you so you'd figger the two of ushad tuh be wiped out. Then he dragged me outen my bed an' packed me inthis yere corner of the room an' waited till yuh showed yer hand. ByGod, I never got talked to in my hull damned life like I been talked toby this critter. Now he's showed you up fer what yuh are I reckon I'mdue tuh do some talkin'!"
"I ain't interested," growled Wallie.
"Now lookut here," broke in Vince, "I'm yer own blood relative, UncleBryant. I--"
"Don't 'uncle' me, yuh weasel-faced runt! You was in on everything thattook place. Only thing I don't savvy is where's Jeb?"
"You'd better be interested in where Penelope is," suggested Wallie."You don't give a damn what happens to Jeb, but if you're interested inthat girl, you'd better be willin' to talk things over reasonable."
"She's in the care of that Indian," retorted Bryant, "an' a damn sightsafer than she was around here with you crooks."
Wallie nodded. "Suit yourself."
The Lone Ranger said, "You were going to say something, Cavendish."
"I was," said Bryant, "an' still am."
The Lone Ranger rose again, feeling slightly stronger, and while Bryanttalked, did what he could to dress the broken arm of Lombard.
"I got aplenty tuh explain," said Bryant. "It's as you said, I didn'twant tuh let on that my eyes was bad because I knew I'd be tookadvantage of by everyone, so I tried tuh hide it. I told Mort that Iwanted a good lawyer tuh come here an' help me make up my will. I didn'tknow anything about this Lonergan, except that he talked like he knewlaw."
"He did," said the Lone Ranger.
"I had him make out my will an' I signed it. When he read it tuh me, itsounded like I wanted it. The lyin' crook didn't say anything aboutanyone called Munson."
"You don't know anyone by that name?"
"No. When I told yuh I'd never heard the name, I told the truth."
"What about that other document?"
"I had Lonergan write that up, too. It's just like you said it was. Iplanned tuh have all these no-good nephews sign that paper. Penelopewasn't never supposed tuh sign it."
"She wasn't?" asked the Lone Ranger quickly.
"No, she wasn't supposed tuh sign that any more than a man named Munsonwas supposed tuh inherit my ranch. I left all I own tuh Penelope. That'show the will was supposed tuh read an' that's how Lonergan read it tuhme. When I took Mort into Red Oak last night, these skunks seen theirchance tuh make Penny sign that damned paper. I savvy what their dirtydouble-crossin' scheme was. I ain't no fool. Them crooks knowed thatnone o' them could be named in my will without arousin' a hell of a lotof suspicion, so they put in the name of Munson. If yuh want my opinionthere ain't an' never was no Andrew Munson."
"That," said the Lone Ranger, "is about the way they planned it. Theyknew the claimant to the Basin would never appear and they'd go onrunning the place in accordance with the terms of the will and using itas they have been for the past weeks in their cattle business."
Wallie yawned in feigned boredom. "When you get through with all thistalk, you'd better spend a little time deciding whether you wantPenelope to live--or die!"
The Lone Ranger said, "There's one more thing we haven't learned." Hisvoice grew flinty. "Who was in the party that ambushed those TexasRangers?"
"What's the difference?"
"Answer me!"
"An' if I don't?" replied Wallie in a bantering tone.
The masked man stepped back a pace and drew his gun. He held it at ahip, the muzzle pointing at the stomach of the other. "You saw howLonergan died," he said softly. "It wasn't easy to watch."
Wallie glanced at the gun, then at the masked man's face. He sawsomething in those steady eyes behind the mask that made him almost feelthe frightful drilling of a slug in the pit of his stomach. "I--I didn'tknow anything about it," he said. "Mort an' Vince planned it bythemselves an'--"
"Yuh damned squealer!" yelled Vince.
"Go on."
"Rangoon bossed the job--"
"You'd o' done it yer ownself," bellowed Vince, "if yuh hadn't been sodamned yeller. All of us all the time had tuh take orders from you whileyou strutted around in fancy clothes!"
"That's what I wanted to know," the masked man said, holstering hisweapon.
"That's a confession," shouted Bryant, "an' I heard it. I'll witnessthat in court."
"But wait," fairly shouted Wallie. "You've nothin' to gain by hangin'us! It'll just mean that Penelope dies too! You don't understand."
One of the windows in the room looked out across the Basin to the Gap.The masked man had glanced toward this frequently throughout
theconversation. Now he saw horsemen coming from the canyon.
"Yuma will be here in a few minutes," he said. "He's crossing the Basinnow."
"Then you've got damned little time to decide. I made arrangements inRed Oak, like I told you last night." Wallie addressed himself toBryant. "There's a woman there that's agreed to take care of Penny an'those kids. I didn't say how she was goin' to take care of her! It'sBreed Martin's wife!"
"Breed Martin!" Bryant roared the name. "A skunk that'll do anythingincludin' murder fer the price of a drink! Why you--" The old man wastrembling in rage, struggling to get on his feet; his hands were workingas if his fingers itched to feel Wallie's thick throat.
"That's just it," said Wallie. "I admit all you've said here, I admit ittuh prove that I was willin' to go to any lengths to have my way! Iplanned to be the richest man in this part of the country!" Wallie'svoice was shrill and getting shriller. "I wanted every killer in thisstate takin' orders from me. I was goin' to control the state an' Iwouldn't let the life of one girl stand between me an' what I wanted. Itold that Redskin where tuh take Penelope. I described the house! Hecan't miss it! Two hours after she gets there, Breed an' his woman'llhave everything all set to take her an' the kids south of the border,an' that'll be the last of 'em! You know damned well what'll happen to agirl as pretty as Penelope in some of them outlaw greaser dives!
"I told Breed an' his wife to get her out of Red Oak an' go in hidin'till they heard from me! They'll do just that! If I don't show up,they'll go on south with her."
"Where's that hidin' place?" barked Bryant. "Where is it? Answer me, yuhlouse!"
"Answer you an' then go an' get hanged? What d'ya take me for, Bryant, adamned fool? Not on your life! You've got to make your mind up quick!"
Hoofs clattered outside the house. Wallie glanced through the window andsaw a score of horsemen coming close with Yuma in the lead. "Quick," hecried. "It's us or Penelope! You can put all the blame on the dead men!If me an' Vince an' Lombard can ride out of here, we'll promise thatPenelope comes home before dark! Turn us over to the law an' I swearyou'll never see that girl again!"
Bryant raged and stormed. His fury broke all past attainments. Thelouder the old man shouted, the more he said, the more poised Walliebecame. During the furor the Lone Ranger made no comment.
The hoofs clattered in halting, and men's voices carried to the room.The Lone Ranger saw with satisfaction that the men with Yuma were notweak-willed deputies like Slim. They were grim man-hunters--TexasRangers--and they lost no time in herding the men of the Basin into aclose-packed group with hands upraised. A door was opened downstairs,and heavy boots clattered on the stairs.
Bryant Cavendish, sweat dripping from his face, looked beaten. He castan appealing glance toward the masked man.
"I," he said, "don't have no choice. You gotta stand behind me. Thatgirl's life means more 'n these crooks' death! That skunk has played anace."
