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He leaned and peered intently into Dunk's distorted countenance until every man there, struck by his manner, was watching him curiously. Then he sat back in the saddle, straightened his legs in the stirrups and laughed. And like his smile when he would have it so, or the little twitch of shoulders by which he could so incense a man, that laugh brought a deeper flush to Dunk's face, reddened though it was by Big Medicine's vigorous slapping.
βSay, you've got nerve,β drawled the Native Son, βto let a sheriff travel toward you. I can remember when you were more timid, amigo.β He turned his head until his eyes fell upon Andy. βSay, Andy!β he called. βCome and take a look at this hombre. You'll have to think back a few years,β he assisted laconically.
In response, Andy rode up eagerly. Like the Native Son, he leaned and peered into eyes that stared back defiantly, wavered, and turned away. Andy also sat back in the saddle then, and snorted.
βSo this is the Dunk Whittaker that's been raising merry hell around here! And talks about sending for the sheriff, huh? I've always heard that a lot uh gall is the best disguise a man can hide under, but, by gracious, this beats the deuce!β He turned to the astounded Happy Family with growing excitement in his manner.
βBoys, we don't have to worry much about this gazabo! We'll just freeze onto him till the sheriff heaves in sight. Gee! There'll sure be something stirring when we tell him who this Dunk person really is! And you say he was in with the Old Man, once? Oh, Lord!β He looked with withering contempt at Dunk; and Dunk's glance flickered again and dropped, just as his hand dropped to the pocket of his coat.
βNo, yuh don't, by cripes!β Big Medicine's hand gripped Dunk's arm on the instant. With his other he plucked the gun from Dunk's pocket, and released him as he would let go of something foul which he had been compelled to touch.
βHe'll be good, or he'll lose his dinner quick,β drawled the Native Son, drawing his own silver-mounted six-shooter and resting it upon the saddle horn so that it pointed straight at Dunk's diaphragm. βYou take Weary off somewhere and tell him something about this deal, Andy. I'll watch this slippery gentleman.β He smiled slowly and got an answering grin from Andy Green, who immediately rode a few rods away, with Weary and Pink close behind.
βSay, by golly, what's Dunk wanted fer?β Slim blurted inquisitively after a short silence.
βNot for riding or driving over a bridge faster than a walk Slim,β purred the Native Son, shifting his gun a trifle as Dunk moved uneasily in the saddle. βYou know the man. Look at his faceβand use your imagination, if you've got any.β
CHAPTER XIII. The Happy Family Learn Something
βWell, I hope this farce is about over,β Dunk sneered, with as near an approach to his old, supercilious manner as he could command, when the three who had ridden apart returned presently. βPerhaps, Weary, you'll be good enough to have this fellow put up his gun, and theseββ he hesitated, after a swift glance, to apply any epithet whatever to the Happy Family. βI have two witnesses here to swear that you have without any excuse assaulted and maligned and threatened me, and you may consider yourselves lucky if I do not insistββ
βAh, cut that out,β Andy advised wearily. βI don't know how it strikes the rest, but it sounds pretty sickening to me. Don't overlook the fact that two of us happen to know all about you; and we know just where to send word, to dig up a lot more identification. So bluffing ain't going to help you out, a darned bit.β
βMiguel, you can go with Andy,β Weary said with brisk decision. βTake Dunk down to the ranch till the sheriff gets hereβif it's straight goods about Dunk sending for him. If he didn't, we can take Dunk in to-morrow, ourselves.β He turned and fixed a cold, commanding eye upon the slack-jawed herders. βCome along, you two, and get these sheep headed outa here.β
βSay, we'll just lock him up in the blacksmith shop, and come on back,β Andy amended the order after his own free fashion. βHe couldn't get out in a million years; not after I'm through staking him out to the anvil with a log-chain.β He smiled maliciously into Dunk's fear-yellowed countenance, and waved him a signal to ride ahead, which Dunk did without a word of protest while the Happy Family looked on dazedly.
βWhat's it all about, Weary?β Irish asked, when the three were gone. βWhat is it they've got on Dunk? Must be something pretty fierce, the way he wilted down into the saddle.β
βYou'll have to wait and ask the boys.β Weary rode off to hurry the herders on the far side of the band.
So the Happy Family remained perforce unenlightened upon the subject and for that they said hard things about Weary, and about Andy and Miguel as well. They believed that they were entitled to know the truth, and they called it a smart-aleck trick to keep the thing so almighty secret.
There is in resentment a crisis; when that crisis is reached, and the dam of repression gives way, the full flood does not always sweep down upon those who have provoked the disaster. Frequently it happens that perfectly innocent victims are made to suffer. The Happy Family had been extremely forbearing, as has been pointed out before. They had frequently come to the boiling point of rage and had cooled without committing any real act of violence. But that day had held a long series of petty annoyances; and here was a really important thing kept from them as if they were mere outsiders. When Weary was gone, Irish asked Pink what crime Dunk had committed in the past. And Pink shook his head and said he didn't know. Irish mentally accused Pink of lying, and his temper was none the better for the rebuff, as anyone can readily understand.
When the herders, therefore, rounded up the sheep and started them moving south, the Happy Family speedily rebelled against that shuffling, nibbling, desultory pace that had kept them long, weary hours in the saddle with the other band. But it was Irish who first took measures to accelerate that pace.
He got down his rope and whacked the loop viciously down across the nearest gray back. The sheep jumped, scuttled away a few paces and returned to its nibbling progress. Irish called it names and whacked another.
After a few minutes he grew tired of swinging his loop and seeing it have so fleeting an effect, and pulled his gun. He fired close to the heels of a yearling buck that had more than once stopped to look up at him
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