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<h2><SPAN name="Chapter_XVIII" id="Chapter_XVIII"></SPAN>Chapter XVIII</h2>
<p class="center extraspacebot2">A GAMBLER TALKS</p>
<p>The masked man studied Vince and then the others in
turn. He could feel the electric tension in the room. The
killers were motionless and silent, returning his gaze with
crafty eyes, watching for the slightest relaxation that
would give them the split second required to drop a hand
and fire from the hip. The Lone Ranger knew this type,
and didn't underestimate them. They were expert gunmen
who would kill without compunction. When he
spoke, his voice was low, but every word was sharp and
distinct.</p>
<p>"It's something of a surprise to learn that three men
who are wanted so badly by the law have stayed close<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_152" id="Page_152"></SPAN></span>
by. You might have done better to have gotten out of
Texas."</p>
<p>None of the men replied. Penelope watched the masked
man as if hypnotized. Twice now he had arrived at a
crisis. In spite of herself, she found that she was trusting
him.</p>
<p>"Of course, you felt secure here," the Lone Ranger
went on. "You knew that Thunder Mountain would make
a fine hideout in case any law men managed to get through
the Gap. You cleared out a trail and a campsite, and
then concealed it. You felt pretty safe, or you wouldn't
have stayed here."</p>
<p>"Won't yuh cut us loose?" pleaded Vince.</p>
<p>"Where are the rest of the men who work here?"
asked the masked man.</p>
<p>"They went tuh town," said Vince, "right after the
buryin'. They made a sort o' holiday of it. They'll be
comin' back."</p>
<p>The masked man turned slightly toward Penny, still
however watching the others. He would ask later about
the burial.</p>
<p>"How many of those other men are wanted by the
law?"</p>
<p>"I don't know. I don't know but the whole pack of
them are crooked. They must be. If they weren't, they'd
get out, like Yuma did."</p>
<p>"Yuma?"</p>
<p>"He tried to persuade me to leave here. I wish to
Heaven I could have. I thought I could depend on Uncle
Bryant, but now—" Penny broke off in doubt.</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger, realizing that the girl could add a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_153" id="Page_153"></SPAN></span>
great deal to his understanding of events, pressed her
for more details.</p>
<p>"There's time to talk later," she said.</p>
<p>"Talk now. Tell me more about this man, Yuma."</p>
<p>Penny explained how she had trusted her uncle in spite
of all that had been said, how she had tried to account
for his unconcern in the face of events, by thinking that
his eyes must be failing. Yuma, she explained, had tried
to tell her that she was mistaken in her trust. Yuma had
been fired at by Bryant; had fought with him, and finally
had left the Basin. She explained that it was Bryant's
belief in Mort's thin alibi for murdering Rebecca that
had finally showed her her mistake, and now the clincher
was the paper Bryant had left for her to sign.</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger broke in from time to time with
questions that brought out the story of Rebecca and the
children upstairs. Penny told him that she felt compelled
to remain for the sake of the children until Wallie returned.
Gimlet, she said, was too old to take the responsibility.</p>
<p>"So you believe in Yuma?"</p>
<p>Penny nodded, her eyes bright with unshed tears.</p>
<p>"I—I must."</p>
<p>"The last time we met," the masked man said, "I offered
you something that you refused. I'm going to offer
it again, and what I said then still goes." He reached
one hand into a pocket, then dropped a silver bullet on
the table. The men looked at it curiously. Penny glanced
at it, then at the steady, level eyes behind the mask. For
a time she said nothing. Then, "It means a lot to you
to find out who killed those Texas Rangers, doesn't it?"</p>
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<p>The Lone Ranger nodded. "Please," he said, "pick up
that bullet. You might need it. Remember what I told you
to do with it. You mentioned an old man named Gimlet."</p>
<p>"Yes?"</p>
<p>"Gimlet is dead."</p>
<p>The announcement was an obvious surprise to everyone.
And to Penny it was much more. It was a severe
shock.</p>
<p>"He was stabbed," the masked man explained. "I was
with him when he died in the bunkhouse."</p>
<p>"But what was he doing there? He slept in the house
here."</p>
<p>"I don't know why he went to the bunkhouse, but
that's where I found him. He gave me the name of the
man."</p>
<p>"<i>Who?</i>"</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger spoke slowly. "He named a fellow
you mentioned a few minutes ago. He said, 'Yuma.'"</p>
<p>"I don't believe it!" declared Penny hotly. "Yuma was
Gimlet's friend. Yuma was my friend too. He tried to
reason with Uncle Bryant, and when he couldn't he left
here. Oh, no, no, no! Yuma wouldn't murder anyone, least
of all old Gimlet." Penny picked up the silver bullet and
clutched it in her tiny fist. "There must be a mistake,"
she sobbed.</p>
<p>"If Yuma didn't kill him," said the Lone Ranger,
"we'll soon know who did. In the meantime, I'll take this
paper to Bryant to see what he has to say about it."</p>
<p>Lonergan, the gambler-lawyer, spoke.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_155" id="Page_155"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"D'you mind," he drawled in a cocksure manner, "if
I have a few words to say?"</p>
<p>"Well?"</p>
<p>"It strikes me, stranger, that you're in a hell of a spot
right now, and you don't know just what to do about
it. You're like the gent that had a wildcat by the tail
and didn't dare let go."</p>
<p>"Go on," snapped the masked man.</p>
<p>Lonergan's lean fingers, resting on the table, beat a
soft rhythm. He spoke with an assurance that was annoying,
to say the least.</p>
<p>"You've ravaged the privacy of this ranch and illegally
entered a private home without permission. You've
flaunted that gun in our faces and asked a lot of questions.
You've stolen a legal form that isn't yours by any
stretch of the imagination. In fact, it's none of your
damned business what goes on here."</p>
<p>"Any more to say, Lonergan?"</p>
<p>"Plenty. You can't stay here from now on. You don't
know when the rest of the men will come back and make
it hot for you. You can't prove any of the charges
you've made or hinted at, or anything that the girl has
said. Besides, I don't expect the law would listen to you
while you're wearin' that mask. You'd like to turn us all
over to the law and collect some rewards, but that'd be
downright hard to handle because there's quite a few of
us here and you'd have to take us through the Gap and
run the risk of meeting our friends. You can't very well
take the girl and the four youngsters away with you for
the same reason. You leave here alone, and we'll simply
make out another form like the one you've stuck in your<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_156" id="Page_156"></SPAN></span>
pocket and have the signatures made all over again.
When you leave, there's a damn good chance that one
of us will drill you."</p>
<p>Penny thought she saw uneasiness in the masked man.
She glanced from him to Lonergan while she too wondered
what could be done. She wanted nothing less than
to be left there with those killers, especially after what
she had heard about Gimlet and Yuma. Now there would
be no one to witness whatever might transpire.</p>
<p>"Have you," asked the masked man, "any propositions?"</p>
<p>Penny saw the wink that Lonergan showed Sawtell;
she wondered if the masked man saw it too.</p>
<p>"Maybe so," the gambler said. "You seem to know a
lot about things here. Now just forget what you know,
take off that mask, and let us see who you are, and then
either join up with us or ride away and keep your mouth
shut."</p>
<p>The tall stranger seemed to be considering. Penny
wanted to scream out a warning that he would never
be allowed to leave the place alive. He would be killed,
no matter what his decision might be.</p>
<p>Lonergan went on.</p>
<p>"You must have brains enough to realize that you
wouldn't be able to prove that any of us had a hand
in murdering those Texas Rangers. Why, we could even
prove we <i>didn't</i> do it, by the footprints of an Indian
around the place where they've been buried."</p>
<p>So the graves had been found. The masked man added
this minute detail to his stored-up knowledge.</p>
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<p>"Anyone can see," went on Lonergan, "that they must
have been ambushed by Indians. Maybe old Gimlet, who
took a message in to town for Captain Blythe, had a hand
in framing them for murder. Gimlet might have had an
old grudge he wanted to settle with Texas Rangers. He's
been around here for a good many years, you know."</p>
<p>"I admit," the masked man said, "it would be pretty
hard to prove who killed those men, but cattle-stealing is
a different matter. Furthermore, the law wants you men
for other things."</p>
<p>"As for <i>us</i>," Lonergan argued, "the law'd have to find
us first. As for the cattle-stealing, when we sell cattle
the brands are <i>right</i>. We haven't sold a head that hasn't
had the Cavendish brand."</p>
<p>Penny felt the world fall still further apart when the
man she had begun to trust said, "What if I join up with
you?"</p>
<p>Lombard and Sawtell looked admiringly at Lonergan
and more than ever appreciated his glib tongue.</p>
<p>"In that case, you'd split the proceeds like the rest
of us."</p>
<p>"But what about the stolen cattle?"</p>
<p>Lonergan shook his head.</p>
<p>"Never can be traced here," he said. "We bring them
down the mountain trail from the top of Thunder Mountain;
we shove them in with older cows and run a new
brand. We got a dozen brands recorded to work with.
We keep the cattle here until the scar has healed to look
old; meanwhile we take cattle from the last batch up
the trail and sell them. We don't have no trouble at
all."</p>
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<p>Penelope could see Lonergan's purpose. He was a gambler
and playing at his game. He told everything that
would occupy time, knowing that at any minute some of
the men would be returning from Red Oak. He was
betting that the masked man could never use that information.</p>
<p>She saw the tall stranger apparently considering the
offer to join the gang. Why, in the name of Heaven,
couldn't this masked man realize what Lonergan was
doing? Why didn't he come here with some concrete
plan instead of bungling in to find himself so helpless,
even though he held a gun on the others?</p>
<p>"You have a pretty well-greased machine for stealing
cattle," the Lone Ranger said in admiration, "and as you
say, it would be almost impossible for me to do much
in fighting against you."</p>
<p>"That's right," agreed Lonergan. "Now put up that
gun and take off the mask, an' we'll talk."</p>
<p>"But first tell me who I'm taking orders from."</p>
<p>"Sawtell."</p>
<p>The masked man shook his head.</p>
<p>"There's someone giving him orders; who is that?"</p>
<p>A crafty look came into Lonergan's cadaverous face.</p>
<p>"You mentioned his name a while ago." He glanced
at Penny, and said, "Yuma."</p>
<p>Hoofs clattered close outside the house. Penny felt
that now there surely would be a climax of events, and
she was right. The masked man's manner changed
abruptly. He listened for a moment as the hoofbeats
stopped. A trace of a smile showed on his lips. His uncertainty
gave way to grim and vigorous speech.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_159" id="Page_159"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You've wondered and asked," he snapped, "what I
was going to do here. Now you'll find out."</p>
<p>Something about the transformation in the masked
man made Penny want to shout. She felt that her trust
in him had not been misplaced after all. The Lone Ranger
shoved the table back, then kicked a hooked rug away
from its place on the plank floor.</p>
<p>"This house has stood here a good many years," he
said. "Before Bryant came here, it was used as a hiding
place for army supplies when the Indians were bad. I've
been told by a lot of old timers that there's a vault beneath
this floor."</p>
<p>Penny knew about the vault. The trap door in the floor
that led to it had been hidden by the carpet, but now it
was exposed.</p>
<p>"That vault," continued the masked man, "was also
used to hold prisoners when it wasn't convenient to move
them. Well, it's going to be used to hold prisoners
again."</p>
<p>Watching the men, still holding his gun on them, he
threw back the trap door with a bang.</p>
<p>Lonergan's poker face was changed. Baffled fury
showed in his black, snapping eyes. Lombard swore and
Sawtell squinted grimly while his lips compressed to a
thin line.</p>
<p>"Get down there," commanded the masked man. "All
of you."</p>
<p>Lonergan went first, very slowly, dragging his steps
until the masked man prodded him hard with his gun,
after disarming him.</p>
<p>"You two can take those men you've tied up," the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_160" id="Page_160"></SPAN></span>
Lone Ranger told Sawtell and Lombard, as he drew
their guns from the holsters and tossed them aside.</p>
<p>Despite their pleas, Vince and Jeb were hauled down
the steep and rotting ladder to the damp windowless
vault, walled in by stone, beneath the floor.</p>
<p>"At least untie us," cried Vince.</p>
<p>"Your pals can do that."</p>
<p>"It's unholy," cried Jeb. "Yuh can't put me with them
killers. This ain't the will o' the Lord fer me tuh suffer
sech company."</p>
<p>"At least," yelled Lombard from the depths, "give us
a light down here."</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger dropped the door in place and bolted
it.</p>
<p>"It'll be hard for them to open it from down below,"
he told Penelope, "but just to make sure they stay there
for the time being, we'll brace it."</p>
<p>He moved the heavy table over the trap door, and
on this piled a chair. Five-foot lengths of firewood were
stacked near the fireplace, and one of these reached from
the chair to the rafter of the room.</p>
<p>"If they want to push their way out of that," commented
the masked man, "they'll have to push the roof
off this house."</p>
<p>"But Yuma, I know he isn't—"</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger gripped the trembling hand of the
girl firmly.</p>
<p>"Please don't jump to conclusions," he admonished her.
"We're not going to take a thing for granted."</p>
<p>"But everything else they said was true. That <i>must</i>
be what they've been doing to steal the cattle. The stock<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_161" id="Page_161"></SPAN></span>
here haven't increased in numbers a great deal. Lonergan
told the truth about everything else."</p>
<p>"We'll see."</p>
<p>"And that horse that came up. Someone has returned
from Red Oak."</p>
<p>The masked man shook his head. "No one has come
from Red Oak yet. That horse you heard was Silver. I
sent him after my friend."</p>
<p>"Me come."</p>
<p>Penny turned sharply and saw Tonto standing in
the doorway.</p>
<p>The Indian looked troubled. "You come quick," he told
the Lone Ranger. "There plenty trouble. Tonto tell you."</p>
<p>The man in the mask nodded quickly. "Remember that
bullet," he told Penny. "Don't worry and take good care
of those kids upstairs. You have plenty of loaded weapons
here. If those men below make trouble, shoot a warning
through the floor."</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger left the room and went outside with
Tonto.</p>
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