WALLIE LEADS AN ACE
"--another gun full-loaded with six soft-nosed slugs that'll blast yer
brains clean outen the back of yer blasted head if yuh so much as make a
move."
These were the first words the Lone Ranger heard as he recovered
consciousness. His body was a mass of pain, and each breath brought a
stabbing sensation in his chest. He realized, but dimly, that Bryant
Cavendish was speaking. He didn't know to whom.
"Yer stayin' right here till Yuma's had aplenty o' time tuh git here
with the law an' if he ain't come by sundown I'm blastin' the livin'
hell out of yuh anyhow!"
Obviously Bryant had the situation well in hand. The masked man edged
painfully to one side and tried to focus his eyes on the scene about
him. The bedroom air was heavy with the smoke of gunfire, and the light
was dim.
The floor resembled a battlefield. Wallie lay where he had fallen, still
unconscious. A pool of red surrounded Sawtell's lifeless body. Lonergan
rolled upon the floor, clutching his stomach and moaning hideously. The
lawyer was dying, that was obvious, but dying in the most horrible and
painful way a man can die by bullets. Lombard sat in a chair, his right
arm hanging limp and dripping red. His face was drawn with pain, but he
was silent. Vince alone seemed to have escaped lightly. He had a
handkerchief, a dirty blue one, wrapped about one hand, but this didn't
prevent his holding both hands above his shoulders.
The masked man struggled to his feet and almost staggered his way to the
washstand. He somehow managed to splash water from a pitcher to the
basin, then scooped handfuls of it to his face.
"Yuh all right?" Bryant Cavendish demanded.
"I--I'm all right. I don't know just why--I--I thought--"
"Save yer breath till yuh got enough of it tuh talk with. I c'n see good
enough tuh keep these skunks covered. Yuh shot Vince's gun outen his
hand. I thought fer sure you was a goner."
The Lone Ranger heard a soft moan and turned to see Wallie recovering
from the blow he sustained when his head struck the floor. Still
unsteady on his feet, the masked man carried water in the cup and threw
it on the other's face, then he joined Bryant Cavendish after regaining
his guns. He sat on the floor and reloaded.
For the first time he was aware of the freshly opened shoulder wound.
The blood was soaking through his shirt. His chest, too, bothered him,
but there were other things of far greater importance than his personal
condition.
Wallie was sitting up with a dazed look in his face.
"You," barked Bryant, "git over there an' stand close tuh Vince."
Wallie obeyed slowly. Meanwhile Lonergan had ceased his cries. The Lone
Ranger knew by looking at him that the man was dead. Then he heard
Bryant scolding.
"I had two guns," the old man complained. "I'd o' wiped the lot o' them
out, if you hadn't messed intuh things so's I couldn't shoot without
prob'ly hittin' you!"
"That's just it, Bryant. I didn't want them all killed. We want them
alive to talk! There are a lot of other men on this ranch and everyone
has been working with these."
"Where they at now?"
"Outside the house, figuring that you and I are dead."
"Skunks," growled Bryant.
Wallie appeared to have regained his composure. "What," he asked, "are
your plans now?"
"Shut up an' you'll find out," snapped Bryant. "This masked man told me
about you, yuh dirty double-dyed rat, but I wouldn't believe him! He
told me that he'd said jest enough tuh you so you'd figger the two of us
had tuh be wiped out. Then he dragged me outen my bed an' packed me in
this yere corner of the room an' waited till yuh showed yer hand. By
God, I never got talked to in my hull damned life like I been talked to
by this critter. Now he's showed you up fer what yuh are I reckon I'm
due tuh do some talkin'!"
"I ain't interested," growled Wallie.
"Now lookut here," broke in Vince, "I'm yer own blood relative, Uncle
Bryant. I--"
"Don't 'uncle' me, yuh weasel-faced runt! You was in on everything that
took place. Only thing I don't savvy is where's Jeb?"
"You'd better be interested in where Penelope is," suggested Wallie.
"You don't give a damn what happens to Jeb, but if you're interested in
that girl, you'd better be willin' to talk things over reasonable."
"She's in the care of that Indian," retorted Bryant, "an' a damn sight
safer than she was around here with you crooks."
Wallie nodded. "Suit yourself."
The Lone Ranger said, "You were going to say something, Cavendish."
"I was," said Bryant, "an' still am."
The Lone Ranger rose again, feeling slightly stronger, and while Bryant
talked, did what he could to dress the broken arm of Lombard.
"I got aplenty tuh explain," said Bryant. "It's as you said, I didn't
want tuh let on that my eyes was bad because I knew I'd be took
advantage of by everyone, so I tried tuh hide it. I told Mort that I
wanted a good lawyer tuh come here an' help me make up my will. I didn't
know anything about this Lonergan, except that he talked like he knew
law."
"He did," said the Lone Ranger.
"I had him make out my will an' I signed it. When he read it tuh me, it
sounded like I wanted it. The lyin' crook didn't say anything about
anyone called Munson."
"You don't know anyone by that name?"
"No. When I told yuh I'd never heard the name, I told the truth."
"What about that other document?"
"I had Lonergan write that up, too. It's just like you said it was. I
planned tuh have all these no-good nephews sign that paper. Penelope
wasn't never supposed tuh sign it."
"She wasn't?" asked the Lone Ranger quickly.
"No, she wasn't supposed tuh sign that any more than a man named Munson
was supposed tuh inherit my ranch. I left all I own tuh Penelope. That's
how the will was supposed tuh read an' that's how Lonergan read it tuh
me. When I took Mort into Red Oak last night, these skunks seen their
chance tuh make Penny sign that damned paper. I savvy what their dirty
double-crossin' scheme was. I ain't no fool. Them crooks knowed that
none o' them could be named in my will without arousin' a hell of a lot
of suspicion, so they put in the name of Munson. If yuh want my opinion
there ain't an' never was no Andrew Munson."
"That," said the Lone Ranger, "is about the way they planned it. They
knew the claimant to the Basin would never appear and they'd go on
running the place in accordance with the terms of the will and using it
as they have been for the past weeks in their cattle business."
Wallie yawned in feigned boredom. "When you get through with all this
talk, you'd better spend a little time deciding whether you want
Penelope to live--or die!"
The Lone Ranger said, "There's one more thing we haven't learned." His
voice grew flinty. "Who was in the party that ambushed those Texas
Rangers?"
"What's the difference?"
"Answer me!"
"An' if I don't?" replied Wallie in a bantering tone.
The masked man stepped back a pace and drew his gun. He held it at a
hip, the muzzle pointing at the stomach of the other. "You saw how
Lonergan died," he said softly. "It wasn't easy to watch."
Wallie glanced at the gun, then at the masked man's face. He saw
something in those steady eyes behind the mask that made him almost feel
the frightful drilling of a slug in the pit of his stomach. "I--I didn't
know anything about it," he said. "Mort an' Vince planned it by
themselves an'--"
"Yuh damned squealer!" yelled Vince.
"Go on."
"Rangoon bossed the job--"
"You'd o' done it yer ownself," bellowed Vince, "if yuh hadn't been so
damned yeller. All of us all the time had tuh take orders from you while
you strutted around in fancy clothes!"
"That's what I wanted to know," the masked man said, holstering his
weapon.
"That's a confession," shouted Bryant, "an' I heard it. I'll witness
that in court."
"But wait," fairly shouted Wallie. "You've nothin' to gain by hangin'
us! It'll just mean that Penelope dies too! You don't understand."
One of the windows in the room looked out across the Basin to the Gap.
The masked man had glanced toward this frequently throughout the
conversation. Now he saw horsemen coming from the canyon.
"Yuma will be here in a few minutes," he said. "He's crossing the Basin
now."
"Then you've got damned little time to decide. I made arrangements in
Red Oak, like I told you last night." Wallie addressed himself to
Bryant. "There's a woman there that's agreed to take care of Penny an'
those kids. I didn't say how she was goin' to take care of her! It's
Breed Martin's wife!"
"Breed Martin!" Bryant roared the name. "A skunk that'll do anything
includin' murder fer the price of a drink! Why you--" The old man was
trembling in rage, struggling to get on his feet; his hands were working
as if his fingers itched to feel Wallie's thick throat.
"That's just it," said Wallie. "I admit all you've said here, I admit it
tuh prove that I was willin' to go to any lengths to have my way! I
planned to be the richest man in this part of the country!" Wallie's
voice was shrill and getting shriller. "I wanted every killer in this
state takin' orders from me. I was goin' to control the state an' I
wouldn't let the life of one girl stand between me an' what I wanted. I
told that Redskin where tuh take Penelope. I described the house! He
can't miss it! Two hours after she gets there, Breed an' his woman'll
have everything all set to take her an' the kids south of the border,
an' that'll be the last of 'em! You know damned well what'll happen to a
girl as pretty as Penelope in some of them outlaw greaser dives!
"I told Breed an' his wife to get her out of Red Oak an' go in hidin'
till they heard from me! They'll do just that! If I don't show up,
they'll go on south with her."
"Where's that hidin' place?" barked Bryant. "Where is it? Answer me, yuh
louse!"
"Answer you an' then go an' get hanged? What d'ya take me for, Bryant, a
damned fool? Not on your life! You've got to make your mind up quick!"
Hoofs clattered outside the house. Wallie glanced through the window and
saw a score of horsemen coming close with Yuma in the lead. "Quick," he
cried. "It's us or Penelope! You can put all the blame on the dead men!
If me an' Vince an' Lombard can ride out of here, we'll promise that
Penelope comes home before dark! Turn us over to the law an' I swear
you'll never see that girl again!"
Bryant raged and stormed. His fury broke all past attainments. The
louder the old man shouted, the more he said, the more poised Wallie
became. During the furor the Lone Ranger made no comment.
The hoofs clattered in halting, and men's voices carried to the room.
The Lone Ranger saw with satisfaction that the men with Yuma were not
weak-willed deputies like Slim. They were grim man-hunters--Texas
Rangers--and they lost no time in herding the men of the Basin into a
close-packed group with hands upraised. A door was opened downstairs,
and heavy boots clattered on the stairs.
Bryant Cavendish, sweat dripping from his face, looked beaten. He cast
an appealing glance toward the masked man.
"I," he said, "don't have no choice. You gotta stand behind me. That
girl's life means more 'n these crooks' death! That skunk has played an
ace."