‘Oh, I just knew he’d come over.’ she said.

Chapter X

A Warning and a Sign

John Carr made a special trip back to Desert Valley ranch for a word with Howard.  He rode hard and there was a look of anxiety in his eyes when he came upon his friend smoking thoughtfully in the big living-room of the ranch-house.  It was late evening and a week after the departure of Howard’s guests.

Howard dragged his boot heels down from the table top when he saw who it was and jumped to his feet his hand outstretched.

‘Hello, John old boy,’ he cried warmly.  What’s the good wind blowing you over this way already?’

Carr tossed his hat to the table, drew up a chair for himself and took a cigar before he answered.  Then it was quietly and earnestly.

‘Met up with Jim Courtot the other night, I hear?’ he began.

Howard nodded and waited, his look curious.

‘Well,’ went on Carr, ’I wish you hadn’t.  He’s a treacherous beast if this man’s land ever cradled one.  He’s looking for you, Al.’

‘He knows where to find me,’ said Alan shortly.  And then, ’Just what’s worrying you, Johnnie?’

‘I’ve known Jim for seventeen or eighteen years,’ rejoined Carr.  ’He’s a cold, hard, calculating and absolutely crooked proposition.  During that time I’ve never known him to go on a drunk more than two or three times.  And every time there was trouble.’

‘He’s drinking now, then?’

’He started in right after you got through with him the other night.  And he has been talking.  There’s no use being a fool!’ he cut in sternly as Alan shrugged his shoulders.  ’Courtot doesn’t talk to me, but I’ve got straight what he has said.  He talks to Moraga, and Moraga talks to Barbee, and Barbee passes it on to me.  He told Moraga that if it was the last thing he did, he’d get you.  And he is carrying a gun every step he takes.’

‘The more a man talks, the less killing he does, I’ve noticed,’ said Howard.  But his tone did not carry conviction.  Carr frowned impatiently.

’He hasn’t talked much.  He was mad clean through when he made that crack to Moraga.  I tell you there’s no use being a fool, Al.’

’No.  Guess you’re right, John.  Anyway, it was pretty decent of you to ride over.’

He got up and went into his bedroom.  A moment later he came out carrying a heavy Colt revolver in one hand, a box of cartridges in the other.  The gun was well oiled; the cylinder spun silently and easily; the six chambers were loaded.  He put the gun down on the table.

‘I’ll ride heeled for a few days, anyhow,’ he decided.  ’I guess I can shoot with Jim Courtot yet.’

‘Did you ever find out for sure that it was Jim the other time?’

‘Sure enough to suit me,’ returned Howard.  ’He was in town that night.  And it was his style of work to take a pot shot at a man out of the dark.’