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24 VIII SKEETER’S blows had both in- § jured and humiliated Tug Leeds. ited, His lower jaw pained him greatly, but the greater pain was within his soul, for Tug Leeds had never been knocked out before. He knew that his power in Sun- beam had dwindled, because no man respects . or cares to take orders from the vanquished. Nothing was said about the fight to him. He was allowed to recover in his own way, get to his feet by his own volition. Tug was in a killing mood when he went back to his own room and proceeded to imbibe quanti- ties of liquor and rub liniment on his wrenched jaw muscles. “Twin” Shevlin, who had charge of the Panhandle gambling business, thoroughly enjoyed it. Tug had beaten Twin thor- oughly a week before, and Twin’s crooked mind had worked overtime in wishing dis- aster to come upon Tug Leeds. Twin was a frail anemic flash gambler type. His linen was always spotless, his nails manicured and his tiny mustache always trimmed to a nicety. Twin was a crooked gambler. Otherwise he would not have been in Tug Leeds’ employ. It was Twin who first saw Mary Leeds as she came quietly into the gambling-hall, looking timidly around, and he lost no time in approaching her. He listened while she asked permission to post a notice in the place. He read one of the hand-printed notices and looked thoughtfully at her. “T’ll see the boss, if you want me to,” said Twin and went back to the room, where Tug was lying on his bed. Tug cursed vitriolically at the request, but sat up when Twin described the girl. Girls were scarce in Sunbeam. The habitués of the Panhandle were greatly interested in Mary Leeds. The coarse dance-hall girls examined her raiment at close range and were not a bit delicate in their comments, but scattered like partridges at the approach of Tug Leeds. Tug read the notices, a cold glint in his eyes, and was about to give the girl to understand that religion was not wanted in Sunbeam, when she mentioned the fact that Mr. Sarg was going to help them. Tug ew interested. “What did yuh say Sarg was goin’ to do?” he asked. Mary told him about the trouble at the Adventure Poplar Springs, and of how Skeeter Bill had assisted them. The Panhandle crowd listened closely while she innocently told of how Skeeter Bill was going to help them bring the gospel to Sunbeam. Tug nursed his sore jaw and worked his mind overtime. The Reverend Josiah Weston came to the Panhandle, looking for Mary Leeds, just in time to be taken into consideration by Tug Leeds. “Your daughter’s been tellin’ me about how yuh got taken in by Skeeter Sarg,” stated Tug. ‘“He’s a slick hombre, that feller. Murdered Jeff Billings yesterday, and we runs him out of town. Likely mixed up in that killin’ at the Springs and came back to see if there was anythin’ he over- looked.” The Reverend Dr. Weston was shocked. Mary Leeds started to voice her unbelief, but the buzz of corroborative conversation, regarding the killing of Jeff Billings, con- vinced her that her estimate of Skeeter Bill was all wrong. It was hard to belive that Skeeter Bill was a murderer, but facts are facts. Skeeter had told them that he was a horse-thief. “But,” objected the Reverend Weston, “‘why should he be so anxious to assist us?” Tug grinned and caressed his sore jaw. His eyes turned to Mary Leeds and back to the minister. “Pretty girls are scarce in this country,” he said enigmatically. Mary Leeds flushed and a suppressed giggle came from the group of dance-hall girls. “Do you mean to say that Mr. Sarg had ulterior motives?”’ asked the minister. “T reckon yuh might call it that, if yuh wanted to be polite,” agreed Tug. “He sure had a motive.” Tug grinned and glanced around the room. There was no one in the place except his own crowd. Leaning against the bar, one arm in a sling, stood Sandy McClain, indifferently watching and listening. Tug’s eyes narrowed at the sight of McClain and their glances met. McClain was thin-faced, thin-lipped, with eyes as expressionless as blue agate. Mc- Clain was a capable man—too capable. He was like a wolf which runs with the pack, but is not one of them; a strong fighter, which seems to bide its time to step in and wrest the leadership from the old pack master. Tug Leeds feared McClain. COMicaoo® S (©