Argosy All-Story Weekly — 'The Metal Monster' — page 165: what you’re looking at

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Pride of -fyson x4 XXXIX. A GENTLEMEN’S AGREEMENT. ~ - YSON!” | Garth turned in his chair until his eyes met those of Margaret— and then smiled frankly at her. “Gentlemen,” he said, “I shall ask you to leave me alone with Marshal Vance. McIntosh, will you take Miss Tyson back in the car? I’m coming on myself later on. 99 The crowd moved away, and Garth went with Margaret to the door. “Are you afraid?” he asked rather grimly. “‘You’re going to win,”? she answered with confidence. ‘I’m certain of it.” His hand closed over hers; then she was gone. When Garth and Marshal Vance were alone in the room they looked at each other intently, silently, and when they spoke they went to the point with a rather brutal curt- ness, which is sometimes the way with men of action. They knew and respected each other, and accordingly they wasted no time; the cards of each were laid, face up, upon the table, so to speak. “ Sheep follow goats, and Mexicans fol- _ low leaders,” said Garth tersely. ‘‘ Who’s leading that crew of brown fools, Vance?”’ “T heard the talk around town. It’s a young white renegade—Tyson.” “Who called him a renegade?”’ “No one but a renegade—a no-good hound—would herd with the greasers.”’ ‘“‘T had that idea—I imagined Tyson was ‘behind it. What hold has he on them, he greasers?”’ John Frederick “ Crossreads,” “ Luck,” etc. — “TI can’t quite fathom it. I worked a brace of stool-pigeons through the greasers, and it seems they call the man El Oro.” “ T knew that.” ‘““He’s done a couple of things that caught their eye. Among other things, he beat Kennedy out of a large bunch of coin.” The gambler, eh?” The marshal grinned. ‘“ Gambler? Of course there’s no gambling in La Blanca.” Garth set his jaw as he snapped: “‘ We’ve got to get this Tyson out of the way. Vance, can you do it for me? Trump up a charge against him?” ‘We haven’t even a shadow of a crime to lay against him.” ‘Damn legality. I want his hands tied. Is he the one who started this chatter about saving San Vicente’s mission?”’ T Right.” ‘“ He’s got to be handled.” “The law can’t touch him, Garth.”’ ‘“Then—simply close your eyes to re- ports if you hear that Tyson has disap- peared.” The marshal grew even more sober. ‘“ How far would you go?” he asked. “ Vance, I give you my word that I’ll do him no bodily harm, but he’s got to be shunted out of the way. This Kennedy— what do you know about his relations with Tyson? Enemies?” ‘“‘ Haven’t heard much about them. ” ““ Kennedy himself. What is he?” - ‘“‘ A cool-headed gamester. Fighter. He has a past, but I haven’ t worked it up yet. Listen! ”’ A fresh wave of water came thundering down the Chiluah with a sound like a heavy This story began in The Argosy for July 8. t359 COLM G AOO!K co ww