"Wal, then -- it was Riggs!" Roy grew still paler as he confessed this and his voice, almost a whisper, expressed shame and hate. "Thet four-flush did it. Shot me from behind Beasley! I had no chance. I couldn't even see him draw. But when I fell an' lay there an' the others dropped back, then I seen the smokin' gun in his hand. He looked powerful important. An' Beasley began to cuss him an' was cussin' him as they all run out.""Oh, coward! the despicable coward!" cried Helen.
"No wonder Tom wants to find out!" exclaimed Bo, low and deep. "I'll bet he suspects Riggs."Shore he does, but I wouldn't give him no satisfaction.""Roy, you know that Riggs can't last out here.""Wal, I hope he lasts till I get on my feet again.""There you go! Hopeless, all you boys! You must spill blood!" murmured Helen, shudderingly.
"Dear Miss Helen, don't take on so. I'm like Dale -- no man to hunt up trouble. But out here there's a sort of unwritten law -- an eye for an eye -- a tooth for a tooth. I believe in God Almighty, an' killin' is against my religion, but Riggs shot me -- the same as shootin' me in the back.""Roy, I'm only a woman -- I fear, faint-hearted and unequal to this West.""Wait till somethin' happens to you. 'Supposin' Beasley comes an' grabs you with his own dirty big paws an', after maulin' you some, throws you out of your home! Or supposin' Riggs chases you into a corner!"
Helen felt the start of all her physical being -- a violent leap of blood. But she could only judge of her looks from the grim smile of the wounded man as he watched her with his keen, intent eyes.
"My friend, anythin' can happen," he said. "But let's hope it won't be the worst."He had begun to show signs of weakness, and Helen, rising at once, said that she and Bo had better leave him then, but would come to see him the next day. At her call Carmichael entered again with Mrs. Cass, and after a few remarks the visit was terminated. Carmichael lingered in the doorway.
"Wal, Cheer up, you old Mormon!" he called.
"Cheer up yourself, you cross old bachelor!" retorted Roy, quite unnecessarily loud. "Can't you raise enough nerve to make up with Bo?"Carmichael evacuated the doorway as if he had been spurred.
He was quite red in the face while he unhitched the team, and silent during the ride up to the ranch-house. There he got down and followed the girls into the sitting room. He appeared still somber, though not sullen, and had fully regained his composure.
"Did you find out who shot Roy?" he asked, abruptly, of Helen.
"Yes. But I promised Roy I would not tell," replied Helen, nervously. She averted her eyes from his searching gaze, intuitively fearing his next query.
"Was it thet -- Riggs?"
"Las Vegas, don't ask me. I will not break my promise."He strode to the window and looked out a moment, and presently, when he turned toward Bo, he seemed a stronger, loftier, more impelling man, with all his emotions under control.
"Bo, will you listen to me -- if I swear to speak the truth -- as I know it?""Why, certainly," replied Bo, with the color coming swiftly to her face.
"Roy doesn't want me to know because he wants to meet thet fellar himself. An' I want to know because I want to stop him before he can do more dirt to us or our friends. Thet's Roy's reason an' mine. An' I'm askin' YOU to tell me.""But, Tom -- I oughtn't," replied Bo, haltingly.
"Did you promise Roy not to tell?"
"No."
"Or your sister?"
"No. I didn't promise either."
"Wal, then you tell me. I want you to trust me in this here matter. But not because I love you an' once had a wild dream you might care a little for me --""Oh -- Tom!" faltered Bo.
"Listen. I want you to trust me because I'm the one who knows what's best. I wouldn't lie an' I wouldn't say so if Ididn't know shore. I swear Dale will back me up. But he can't be here for some days. An' thet gang has got to be bluffed. You ought to see this. I reckon you've been quick in savvyin' Western ways. I couldn't pay you no higher compliment, Bo Rayner. . . . Now will you tell me?""Yes, I will," replied Bo, with the blaze leaping to her eyes.
"Oh, Bo -- please don't -- please don't. Wait!" implored Helen.
"Bo -- it's between you an' me," said Carmichael.
"Tom, I'll tell you," whispered Bo. "It was a lowdown, cowardly trick. . . . Roy was surrounded -- and shot from behind Beasley -- by that four-flush Riggs!"