Rhodes Eugene Manlove - Bransford of Rainbow Range стр 4.

So it was that, when Jeff and Leo took in Roswell fair (where Jeff won a near-prize at the roping match), Hobart, the United States Marshal, came to their room. After introducing himself he said:

Mr. Stratton would like to see you, Mr. Bransford.

Why, thats all right! said Jeff genially. Some of my very great grandfolks was Dacotahs and Ive got my name in Whos Sioux but Im not proud! Trot him around. Exactly who is Stratton, anyhow?

Hes the Register of the Land Office and he wants to see you there on very particular business. Id go if I was you, said the Marshal significantly.

Oh, that way! said Jeff. Is this an arrest, or do you just give me this in-vite semi-officiously?

You accuse yourself, sir. Were you expecting arrest? That sounds like a bad conscience.

Dont you worry about my conscience. If Ive ever done anything Im sorry for Im glad of it. Now this Stratton party is he some aged and venerable? Cause, if he is, I waive ceremony and seek him in his lair at the witching hour of two this tarde. And if not, not.

Hes old enough even if there were no other reasons.

Never mind any other reasons. It shall never be said that I fail to reverence gray hairs. Ill be there.

I guess Ill just wait and see that you go, said the Marshal.

Have you got any papers for me? asked Jeff politely.

No.

This is my room, said Jeff. This is my fist. This is me. That is my door. Open it, Leo. Mr. Hobart, you will now make rapid forward motions with your feet, alternately, like a man removing his company from where it is not desired or Ill go through you like a domesticated cyclone. See you at two, sharp! Hobart obeyed. He was a good judge of men.

Jeff closed the door. We went upon the battlefield, he said plaintively, before us and behind us, and every which-a-way we looked, we seen a roscerhinus. We went into another field behind us and before us, and every which-a-way we looked, we seen a rhinusorus. Mr. Lake has been evidently browsin and pe-rusing around, and poor old Pappy, not being posted, has likely been narratin about Charleys ankle and how I had a chill. Wough-ough!

It looks that way, confessed Leo. Did you have a chill, Jeff?

Jeffs eyes crinkled. Not so nigh as I am now. But shucks! Ive been in worse emergencies, and I always emerged. Thanks be, I can always do my best when I have to. Oh, what a tangled web we weave when we dont keep in practice! If Id just come out straightforward and declared myself to Pappy, hed a tightened up his drawstrings and forgot all about my chill. But, no, well as I know from long experience that good old human natures only too willin to do the right thing and the fair thing if somebodyll only tip it off to em I must play a lone hand and not even call for my partners best. Well, Im goin to ramify around and scrutinize this here Strattons numbers, equipments and disposition. Meet me in the office at the fatal hour!

The Marshal wore a mocking smile. Stratton, large, florid, well-fed and eminently respectable, turned in his revolving chair with a severe and majestic motion; adjusted his glasses in a prolonged and offensive examination, and frowned portentously.

Fine large day, isnt it? observed Jeff affably. Beautiful little city you have here. He sank into a chair. Smile and attitude were of pleased and sprightly anticipation.

A faint flush showed beneath Strattons neatly-trimmed mutton-chops. Such jaunty bearing was exasperating to offended virtue. Ah who is this other person, Mr. Hobart?

Pardon my rudeness! Jeff sprang up and bowed brisk apology. Mr. Stratton, allow me to present Mr. Ballinger, a worthy representative of the Yellow Press. Mr. Stratton Mr. Ballinger!

I have a communication to make to you, said the displeased Mr. Stratton, in icy tones, which, in your own interest, should be extremely private. The Marshal whispered to him; Stratton gave Leo a fiercely intimidating glare.

Communicate away, said Jeff airily. Excommunicate, if you want to. Mr. Ballinger, as a citizen, is part owner of this office. If you want to bar him youll have to change the venue to your private residence. And then I wont come.

Very well, sir! Mr. Stratton rose, inflated his chest and threw back his head. His voice took on a steady roll. Mr. Bransford, you stand under grave displeasure of the law! You are grievously suspected of being cognizant of, if not actually accessory to, the robbery of the United States Mail by John Taylor, Junior, at Escondido, on the eighteenth day of last October. You may not be aware of it, but you have an excellent chance of serving a term in the penitentiary!

Jeff pressed his hands between his knees and leaned forward. Im sure Id never be satisfied there, he said, with conviction. His white teeth flashed in an ingratiatory smile. But why suspect young John?  why not old John? He paused, looking at the Register attentively. Hm!  youre from Indiana, I believe, Mr. Stratton? he said.

The elder Taylor, on the day in question, is fully accounted for, said Hobart. Young Taylor claims to have passed the night at Willow Springs, alone. But no one saw him from breakfast time the seventeenth till noon on the nineteenth.

He rarely ever has any one with him when hes alone. That may account for them not seeing him at Willow, suggested Jeff. He did not look at Hobart, but regarded Stratton with an air of deep meditation.

The Register paced the floor slowly, ponderously, with an impressive pause at each turn, tapping his left hand with his eyeglass to score his points. He had ample time to go to Escondido and return. The envelope in which Mr. Lakes copy of this offices decision in the Lake-Taylor contest was enclosed has been examined. It bears unmistakable signs of having been tampered with. Turning to mark the effect of these tactics, he became aware of his victims contemplative gaze. It disconcerted him. He resumed his pacing. Jeff followed him with a steady eye.

In the same mail I sent Mr. Lake another letter. The envelope was unfortunately destroyed, Mr. Lake suspecting nothing. A map had been substituted for its contents, and they, in turn, were substituted for the decision in the registered letter, with the evident intention of depriving Mr. Lake of his prior right to file.

By George! It sounds probable. Jeff laughed derisively. So thats it! And here we all thought Lake let it go out of giddy generosity! My stars, but wont he get the horse-smile when the boys find out?

Stratton controlled himself with an effort. We have decided not to push the case against you if you will tell what you know, he began.

Jeff lifted his brows. We? And whos we? You two? I should have thought this was a post-office lay.

We are investigating the affair, explained Hobart.

I see! As private individuals. Yes, yes. Does Lake pay you by the day or by the job?

Stratton, blazing with anger, smote his palm heavily with his fist. Young man! Young man! Your insolence is unbearable! We are trying to spare you as you had no direct interest in the matter and doubtless concealed your guilty knowledge through a mistaken and distorted sense of honor. But you tempt us you tempt us! You dont seem to realize the precarious situation in which you stand.