The Argosy, March 27, 1920 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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250 & The outlaw’s eyes glowed with swift sus- picion. ‘He knowed me, eh?” he said. He glanced keenly over the level floor of the desert. Dimly, im the dusk, he could see Lawler riding near the herd. For an instant Antrim hesitated, plainly debating the wisdom of leaving his men; then he smiled with whimsical recklessness, and his move- ments became rapid, jerky. “Slade,” he said, addressing a rider near him, * you're running things till I get back.” He wheeled his horse and sent him into the dusk toward the herd, riding cautiously, evidently not entirely convinced of the peaceableness of Lawler’s intentions, He rode a quarter of a mile before he came upon Lawler; and though the light was fading he could plainly see Lawler’s face; set, expressionless. The outlaw brought his horse to a halt within three or four paces of Red King. Antrim’s manner exuded the insolent toler- ance of the master, who has the confidence that comes from thoughts of overwhelming advantage. He knew Lawler; knew him as perhaps no other man in the section knew him. For he hae seen Lawler using his gun. It had been some years before, when Lawler had been proving himself—proving that he had a right to the respect and consideration of his felowmien; proving that no man could trifle with hint. Antrim had been a witness to the shoot- ing. He had marked Lawler’s coolness, the evenness of his temper; and had noted ‘the deadly swiftness and precision of his move- ments when he had drawn his pistol. Law- ler had not been the ageressor—a dozen other men had testified to that. Antrim had not seen Lawler since, until now, And as he looked at him he saw that the years had brought a change in the man. He had been a tall, bold, reckless-looking youth then, with a ‘certain wild wayward- ness in his manner that might have de- stroyed him, had he yielded to it. Now he was cold, calm, deliberate, insperturbable. The recklessness had disappeared from his eyes; they were now aglow with quiet deter- mination. The waywardness had gone— ironlike resolution marked his manner, THE ARGOSY. And yet behind it all, Antrim could see the threat of those youthful passions; the lurking eagerness for violent action; the hint of preparedness, of readiness. Antrim was startled, uneasy. He saw now that he should not have left his men; that he had made a mistake in coming alone to meet Lawler. He was certain of it when he heard Law- ler’s voice, saw the cold, smiling light in his eyes. “Yowre wanting my cattle, Antrim. Your men have been trailing me for two weeks. You don’t get them. You've got thirty-nine men, and there are only twenty- three Circle L men over there. I'm not get- ting any of them killed. This thing is be- tween you and myself. Get your hand away from your gun or I'll bore you!” He moved his hand where it had been— seemingly—lying on Red King’s neck, un- der the mane, and Antrim saw the dark muzzle of a pistal showing in the hand. ‘Tm not taking any chances, Antrim— you can see that. I’m not going to take any, If you do anything to attract the at- tention of your men, I7l kill you. Drop your guns, using your thumbs and fore- fingers.” He waited, watching keenly until the out- law had complied with the demand, the two big pistols thudding dully into the sand be- side his horse. Then Lawler resumed, his voice low and even, as before: ‘‘ Now we're riding back to the fire, An- trim. Listen hard, for this means life or death to you: “We're going back to the fire. You're going to act as though nothing had hap- pened; and you are to tell your men that you have changed your mind about the cat- tle—you are to tefl them that you are going with me to Red Rock; and you are sending them back to: where you came from, to wait for you.” Antrim stiffened, and his face bloated poisonously. But he did not answer, for there was that in Lawler’s eyes that con- vinced him of the futility of attempting re- sistanice. “You're going to Red Rock with me,” went on Lawler, “I’m going to be per- - comnliclooolksS.cCotn