Part 44

Dave sat down very quietly without a word, and the hand he laid on Hare's knee shook a little.

“When I saw George go for his gun,” went on Zeke, “I knew there'd be a lively time in a minute if it wasn't stopped, so I just said Jack was dead.”

“Do you think they came over to get me?” asked Hare.

“No doubt,” replied Dave, lifting his face and wiping the sweat from his brow. “I knew that from the first, but I was so dazed by Snap's going over to Holderness that I couldn't keep my wits, and I didn't mark Snap edging over till too late.”

“Listen, I hear horses,” said Zeke, looking up from his task over Hare's wound.

“It's Billy, up on the home trail,” added George. “Yes, and there's father with him. Good Lord, must we tell him about Snap?”

“Some one must tell him,” answered Dave.

“That'll be you, then. You always do the talking.”

August Naab galloped into the glade, and swung himself out of the saddle. “I heard a shot. What's this? Who's hurt?--Hare! Why--lad--how is it with you?”

“Not bad,” rejoined Hare.

“Let me see,” August thrust Zeke aside. “A bullet-hole--just missed the bone--not serious. Tie it up tight. I'll take him home to-morrow.... Hare, who's been here?”

“Snap rode in and left his respects.”

“Snap! Already? Yet I knew it--I saw it. You had Providence with you, lad, for this wound is not bad. Snap surprised you, then?”

“No. I knew it was coming.”

“Jack hung his belt and gun on Silvermane's saddle,” said Dave. “He didn't feel as if he could draw on either Snap or Holderness--”

“Holderness!”

“Yes. Snap rode in with Holderness. Hare thought if he was unarmed they wouldn't draw. But Snap did.”

“Was he drunk?”

“No. They came over to kill Hare.” Dave went on to recount the incident in full. “And--and see here, dad--that's not all. Snap's gone to the bad.”

Dave Naab hid his face while he told of his brother's treachery; the others turned away, and Hare closed his eyes.

For long moments there was silence broken only by the tramp of the old man as he strode heavily to and fro. At last the footsteps ceased, and Hare opened his eyes to see Naab's tall form erect, his arms uplifted, his shaggy head rigid.

“Hare,” began August, presently. “I'm responsible for this cowardly attack on you. I brought you out here. This is the second one. Beware of the third! I see--but tell me, do you remember that I said you must meet Snap as man to man?”

“Yes.”

“Don't you want to live?”

“Of course.”

“You hold to no Mormon creed?”

“Why, no,” Hare replied, wonderingly.

“What was the reason I taught you my trick with a gun?”