^^ ^^ s\ ^ STEVE TEAGEB ^ . .RU.TIX STEVE YEAGER BY WILLIAM MacLeod KAINE NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS MkIb m the Unked Sutet cf America st COPVRXORT, I915, BY WILLIAM MACLEOD RAUVS ALL RIGHTS R£S£RVED Contents I. Steve makes a Mistake i n. "Enough's a-plenty" 10 III. Chad Harrison 25 IV. The Extra 83 V. Yeager asks Advice 42 VI. Plucking a Pigeon 66 VII. Steve tells too much Truth 71 VIII. The Heavy gets his Time 79 IX. Gabriel Pasquale 86 X. A Night Visit 06 XI. Chad decides to get Busy . . ... 112 Xn. Into the Desert .... ... 121 Xni. The Night Trail 131 XIV. The Cave Men 140 XV. Steve wins a Ham Sandwich 153 XVI. The Heavy pays a Debt 166 XVn. Pedro Cabenza 17r XVin. Harrison overplays his Hand 18: XIX. The Texan 194 XX. Near the End of his Trail 207 XXI. A Stage prepared for Tragedy .... 21C XXII. A Conspiracy 223 V 912934: Contents XXni. Trapped 229 XXIV. The Prisoner 247 XXY. The Tkxan takes a Long Journey . . . 257 XXVI. At Sunset .coo 266 XXVII. CULVERA RECONSIDERS 274 XXVIII. As Long as Life 284 Steve Yeager CHAPTER r STEVE MAKES A MISTAKE Steve Yeager held his bronco to a Spanish trot. Somewhere in front of him, among the brown hill swells that rose and fell like waves of the sea, lay Los Robles and breakfast. One soli- tary silver dollar, too lonesome even to jingle, lay in his flatulent trouser pocket. After he and Four Bits had eaten, two quarters would take the place of the big cartwheel. Then would come dinner, a second transfer of capital, and his pocket would be empty as a cow's stomach after a long drive. Being dead broke, according to the viewpoint of S. Yeager, is right and fitting after a jaunt to town when one has a good job back in the hills. But it happened he had no more job than a rab- bit. Wherefore, to keep up his spirits he chanted the endless metrical version of the adventures of Sam Bass, who "... started out to Texas a cowboy for to be. And a kinder-hearted fellow you scarcely ever'd see." Steve had not quit his job. It had quit him. A few years earUer the Lone Star Cattle Com- 1 Steve Yeager pany had reigned supreme in Dry Sandy Valley and; the territQijr: tributary thereto. Itsf riders had been kings of the range. That was before the tJdelof Miitlemiaut-had spilled into the valley, be^ fore nesters had driven in their prairie schooners, homesteaded the water-holes, and strung barb- wire fences across the range. Line-riders and dry farmers and irrigators had pushed the cow- puncher to one side. Sheep had come bleating across the desert to wage war upon the cattle. Finally Uncle Sam had sliced off most of the acreage still left and called it a forest reserve. Wherefore the Lone Star outfit had thrown up its hands, sold its holdings, and moved to Los Angeles to live. Wherefore also Steve Yeager, who did not know Darwin from a carburetor, had by process of evolution been squeezed out of the occupation he had followed all of his twenty- three years since he could hang on to a saddle- horn. He had mournfully foreseen the end when the schoolhouse was built on Pine Knob and little folks went down the road with their arms twined around the waist of teacher. After griz- zled Tim Sawyer made bowlegged tracks straight for that schoolmarm and matrimony, his friends realized that the joyous whoop of the puncher would not much longer be heard in the land. The range-rider must dwindle to a farmer or get off the earth. Steve was getting off the earth. 2 Steve Yeager Since Steve was of the sunburnt State, still a boy, and by temperament incurably optimistic, he sang cheerfully. He wanted to forget that he had eaten neither supper nor breakfast. So he carried Mr. Bass through many adventures til] that genial bandit "... sold out at Custer City and there got on a spree. And a tougher lot of cowboys you never 'd hope to see.*' Four Bits had topped a rise and followed tha road down in its winding descent. After the nomadic fashion of Arizona the trail circled around a tongue of a foothill which here jutted out. Voices from just beyond the bend startled Yeager. One of them was raised impatiently. " Won 't do, Harrison. Be rougher. Throw her on her knees and tie her hands." The itinerant road brought Steve in anothei moment within view. He saw a girl picking poppies. Two men rode up and swung from theii saddles. They talked with her threateningly. She shrank back in fear. One of them seized her wrists and threw her down. "Lively, now. Into the pit with her. Get thft stuff across," urged a short fat man with a cigar in his mouth who was standing ten or fifteen yards back from the scene of action. Steve had put his horse at a gallop the mo- ment the girl had been seized. It struck him there Steve Yeager was something queer about the aflfair, — some- thing not quite natural to which he could not put a name. But he did not stop to reason out the situation. Dragging his pony to a slithering halt, he leaped to the ground. " Get busy, Jackson. You ain't in a restaurant waiting for a meal," the little fat man reminded one of his tools irritably. Then, as he caught sight of Steve, "What the hellP' Yeager 's left shot forward, all the weight and muscle of one hundred and seventy pounds of live cowpuncher behind it. Villain Number One went to the ground as if a battering-ram had hit him between the eyes. "Lay hands on a lady, will you?*' Steve turned to Villain Number Two, who backed away rapidly in alarm. "What's eatin' you.^ We ain't hurtin' her any, you mutt." The girl, still crouched on the ground, turned with a nervous little laugh to the man who had been directing operations: — "What d' you know about that, Billie.^ The rube swallowed it all. You gotta raise my sal- ary." The cowpuncher felt in the pit of his stomach the same sensation he had known when an ele- vator in Denver had dropped beneath his feet too s*iddenly. The young woman was Fouged 4 Steve Yeager and painted to the ears. Never in its palmieet days had the 'Dobe Dollar's mirrors reflected a costume more gaudy than the one she was wear- ing. The men too were painted and dolled up extravagantly in vaqueros' costumes that were the limit of absurdity. Had they all escaped from ji madhouse? Or was he, Steve Yeager, in a pipe- dream.^ From a near grove of cottonwoods half a doaen men in chaps came running. Assured of their proximity, the fat little fellow pawed the air with rage. "Ever see such rotten luck? Spoiled the whole scene. Say, you Rip Van Winkle, think we came out here for the ozone?" One of the men joined the young woman, who was assisting the villain Yeager had knocked out. The others crowded around him in excite- ment, all expostulating at once. They were dressed wonderfully and amazingly as cow- pimchers, but they were painted frauds in spite of the careful ostentation of their costumes. Steve's shiny leathers and dusty hat missed the picturesque, but he looked indigenous and they did not. He was at his restful ease, this slender, brown man, negligent, careless, eyes twinkling but alert. The brand of the West was stamped indelibly on him. "I ce'tainly must 'a' spilled the beans. Looks 5 Steve Yeager like I done barked up the wrong tree," he drawled amiably. A man who had been standing on a box be- hind some kind of a masked battery jumped down and joined the group. "'Gee! I've got a bully picture of our anxious friend laying out Harrison. Nothing phony about that. Three wit. Won't go in this reel, but she'll make a humdinger in some other. Say, didn't Harrison hit the dust fine! Funny you lads can't ever pull off a fall like that." An annoyed voice, both raucous and sneering, interrupted his enthusiasm. "Just stick around, Mr. Camera Man, and you '11 get a chance to do another bit of real life that ain't faked. I'm goin' to hammer the head off Buttinski pres- ently." The camera man, an alert, boyish fellow as thin as a lath, turned and grinned. Harrison was sitting up a little unsteadily. Burning black eyes, set in sockets of extraordinary depths, blazed from a face sinister enough to justify Steve's impression of him as a villain. The shoulders of the man were very broad and set with the gorilla hunch; he was deep-chested and lean-loined. His eyes shifted with a quick, furtive menace. His companions might be imitation cow^^unch- ers, but if Yeager was any judge this was no imitation bad man. 6 Steve Yeager ** Going to eat him alive, are you? " the camera man wanted to know pleasantly. Steve pushed through to Harrison. A whim- sical little smile of apology crinkled the boyish face. "It's on me, compadre. I'm a rube, and any« thing else you like. And I siu-e am sorry for go* ing off half-cocked." A wintry frost was in the jet bead eyes that looked up at the puncher. The sitting man did not recognize the extended hand. "You'll be a heap sorrier before I'm through with you," he growled. "I'm goin' to beat your head off and learn you to mind your own busi- ness." "Interesting if true," retorted Steve lightly. **And maybeso you're right. A man can't al- ways most likely tell. Take a watermelon now. You can't tell how good it is till you thump it. Same way with a man, I've heard say." He turned to the young woman, whose bright brown eyes were lingering upon him curiously. This was no novel exp>erience to him. He wore his splendid youth so jauntily and yet so casually that the gaze of a girl was likely to be drawn in his direction a second and a third time. In spite of his youthfulness there was in his face a cer- tain sun-and-wind-bitten maturity, a steadiness of the quiet eye that promised efficiency. The Steve Yeager film actress sensed the same competent strength in the brown, untom hand that assisted her to rise to her feet. His friendly smile showed the flash of white, regular teeth. "The rube apologizes, ma'am. He's just in {rom Cactus Center and never did see one of those moving-picture outfits before. Thirty- dieven things were in sight as I happened round that bend, but the only one I glimmed was you being mistreated. Corking chance for a grand- stand play. So I sailed in pronto. 'Course I should 've known better, but I did n't." Maisie Winters was the name of the young woman. She played the leads in one of the South- west companies of the Lunar Film Manufactur- ers. Her charming face was known and liked on the screens of several continents. Now it broke into lines of mischievous amusement. *'I don't mind if Mr. Harrison does n't." She flashed a gay, inquiring look toward that dis- comfited villain, who was leaning for support on his accomplice Jackson and glaring at Yeager. Impudently she tilted her chin back toward the pimcher. "Are you always so — so impetuous.^ K so, there's a fortune waiting for you in the moving-picture field.*' Yeager did not object to having so attractive a young woman as this one poke fun at him. He grinned joyfully. 8 Steve Yeager •*Me! I'm open to an engagement, ma'am.'* The short fat man whom Maisie Winters had called Billie looked sharply at the cowpuncher out of shrewd gray eyes. "Where you been working?" he demanded abruptly. " With the Lone Star outfit." "Get fired?" "Company gone out of business — country getting too popular, what with homesteaders, forest rangers, and Mary's little lamb," explained Steve. "Hm! Can you ride a bucker?'* "I can pull leather and kinder stick on." " I '11 try you out for a week at two-fifty a day if you like." "You've hired Steve Yeager," promptly an- nounced the owner of that name. CHAPTER II "enough's a-plenty" While driving his car back to Los Robles, Billie Threewit, producing director at the border studio of the Lunar Film Manufacturers, in- dulged in caustic comment on his own idiocy. " Now, what in hell did I take on this Yeager rube for? He had just finished crabbing one scene. Was n't that enough without me paying him good money to spoil more.? Harrison's sore on him too. There's going to be trouble there. He ain't going to stand for that roughhouse stuff a Httle bit." Frank Farrar, the camera man, took a more cheerful view of the situation. "He's a find, if you ask me — the real thing in cowpunchers. And I don't know as this out- fit has to be run to please Harrison. The big bully has got us all stepping sideways and tip- toeing so as not to offend him. I'm about fed up with the brute. Wish this rube would mop the earth up with him when Harrison gets gay." "No chance. Harrison's a bully all right, but he's one grand little fighter too. You saw him clean up that bunch of greasers. He's there with 10 Steve Yeager both feet on the Marquis of Q. business, and don't you forget it. I put up with more from him than I ever did from a dozen other actors be- cause he's so mean when he's sulky." "Here too," agreed Farrar. "It's take your hat oflf when you speak to Mr. Chad HarrisoUo I can't yell at him that he's getting out of the picture; I've got to pull the Alphonse line of talk. — * Mr. Harrison, if you 'd be so kind as to get that left hind hoof of yours six inches more to the right.' He makes me good and weary." '*He gets his stuff across good. Wasn't for that I would n't stand for him a minute. But we're down here, son, to get this three-reel Mexican war dope. As long as Harrison delivers the goods we'll have to put up with him." "Well, I'm going to give this Yeager lad a tip what he's up against. Then if he wants to he can light out before Harrison gets to him." Farrar was as good as his word. As soon as he reached the hotel he dropped around to the room where the new extra was staying. His knock brought no answer, but as the door was ajar the camera man stepped across the threshold. Steve lay on the bed asleep, his lithe, compact figure stretched at negligent ease. The flannel shirt was open at the throat, the strong muscles of which sloped beautifully into the splendid shoulders. There was strength in the clean-cut 11 Steve Yeager jaw of the brown face. It was an easy guess that he had wandered by paths crooked as well as straight, that he had taken the loose pleasures of his kind joyously. But when he had followed forbidden trails it had been from the sheer youthful exuberance of life in him and not from weakness. Farrar judged that the heart of the young vagabond was sound, that the desert winds and suns had kept his head washed clean of shameful thoughts. The cowpuncher opened his eyes. He looked at his visitor without speaking. " Did n't expect to find you asleep,'' apolo- gized the camera man. Yeager got up and stretched his supple body in a yawn. "That's all right. Just making up the sleep I lost last night on the road. No mat- ter a-tall." He was in blue overalls, the worn shiny chaps tossed across the back of a chair. On the table lay the dusty, pinched-in hat, through the dis-. reputable crown of which Farrar had lately seen a lock of his brindle hair rising like an aigrette. **Glad to have you join us. We need riders like you. Say, it was worth five dollars to me to see the way you laid out Harrison." The cowpuncher's boyish face clouded. " I 'm right sorry about that. It ce'tainly was a fool play, I don't blame Harrison for getting sore." I^ Steve Yeager '*He's sore all right. That's what I came to see you about. He's a rowdy, Harrison is. And he'll make you trouble." "Most generally I don't pack a gun," Yeager observed casually. "It won't be a gun play; not to start with, anyhow. He used to be a prizefighter. He'H beat you up." "Well, it don't hurt a man's system to absorb a licking once in a blue moon." The cowpuncher said it smihngly, with a manner of negligent competence that came from an experience of many dangers faced, of many perilous ways safely trodden. Farrar had not yet quite discharged his mind. "There's nothing to prevent you from shpping round to the stable and pulling your freight quietly." "Except that I don't want to," added the new extra. "No, sir. I 've got a job and I 'm staying with it. I'll sit here like a homed toad till the boss gives me my time." The camera man beamed. To meet so debon- air and care-free a specimen of humanity warmed the cockles of his heart. "I'll bet you're some scrapper yourself," he suggested. "Oh, no. He'll lick me, I reckon. Say, what do they hold you up for at this hacienda? " 18 Steve Yeager The lank camera man supplied informatioH, adding that he knew of a good cheap boarding- place where one or two of the company put up. " If you say so, I '11 take you right round there.'* Yeager reached promptly for his hat. "You talk like a dollar's worth of nickels rattling out of a slot machine — right straight to the point." They walked together down the white, dusty street, crossed the outskirts of the old Mexican adobe town, and came to a suburb of bungalows. In front of one of these Farrar stopped. He un- latched the gate. "Here we are.'* There was an old-fashioned garden of roses and mignonettes and hollyhocks, with crimson ramblers rioting over the wire trellis in front of the broad porch. A girl with soft, thick, blue- black hair was bending over a rosebush. She was snipping dead shoots with a pair of scissors. At the sound of their feet crunching the gravel of the walk, her slender figure straightened and she turned to them. The ripe lips parted above pearly teeth in a smile of welcome to the camera man. "I've come begging again. Miss Ruth," ex- plained Farrar. "This is Mr. Yeager, a new mem- ber of our company. He wants to find a good boarding-place, so of course I thought of your mother. Don't tell me that you can't take him.'^ 14 Steve Yeager A little frown of doubt furrowed her forehead. "I don't know, Mr. Farrar. Our tables are about full. I'U ask mother." The eyes of the girl rested for an instant on the brown-faced youth whose application the camera man was backing. He had taken off his hat, and the sun-pour was on his tawny hair, on the lean, bronzed face and broad, muscular shoulders. In his torn, discolored hat, his stained and travel-worn clothes, he looked a very prince of tramps. But in his quiet, steady gaze was the dynamic spark of self-respect that forebade her to judge him by his garb. A faint flush burned in the dusky cheeks to which the long lashes drooped because of a touch of embarrassment. He had seemed to read her hesitation with an inner amusement that found expression in his gray- blue eyes. "Tell her I'll be much obHged if she'll take me," Yeager said in his gentle drawl. Considering his request, she stripped the gauntlet without purpose from one of her little brown hands. A solitaire sparkled on the third finger. Again she murmured, "I'll ask mother"; then turned and flashed up the steps, her slender iimbs carrying with fluent grace the pliant young body. Presently appeared on the porch a plump, matronly woman of a wholesome cleanness with- 15 Steve Yeager out and witkui. Judging by fugitive dabs of flour which decorated her temple and her fore- head, she had been making bread or pies at the time she had been called by her daughter. Much of her life she had lived in the Southwest, and one glance at Yeager was enough to satisfy hen Through the dust and tarnished clothes of him youth shone resplendent. The sun was still m his brindle hair, in his gay eyes. She had a boy ef her own, and the heart of her warmed to him. In five sentences they had come to an arrajige- ment. The barn behind the house had been re- modeled so that it contained several bedrooms. Into one of these Yeager was to move his scant effects at once. He and Farrar walked back to the hotel to- gether. Harrison was waiting for them on the porch. As soon as he caught sight of the cow- puncher he strode forward. The straight line of his set mouth looked Hke a gash in a melon. " Will you have it here or back of the garage? '* he denxanded, getting straight to business. "Any place that suits you," agreed Steve affably. "Won't the bulls pinch us if we do a rough-house here?'* Harrison turned with triumphant malioe to Farrar. "Get your camera. You say you don't like phony stuff. Good enough. I'll pull off the real 16 Steve Yeager goods for you in licking a rube. There's plenty of room back of the garage/* The camera man protested. "See here, Har- rison. Yeager ain't looking for trouble. He told you he was sorry. It was an accident. What's the use of bearing a grudge.?" The heavy glared at him. "You in this, Mr. Farrar? You're Uable to have a heluvatime if you butt into my business without an invite. Shack — and git that camera." Yeager nodded to his new friend. "Go ahead and get it. We '11 be waiting back of the garage.'* Farrar hesitated, the professional instinct in him awake and active. "If you're dead keen on a mix-up, Harrison, why not come over to the studio where I can get the best hght? We'U make an indoor set of it." "Go you," promptly agreed Harrison. His vanity craved a picture of him thrashing the extra, a good one that the public could see and that he could afterwards gloat over himself. Yeager laughed in his slow way. "I'm to be massarKTced to make a Roman hohday, am I? All right. Might as well begin earning that two- fifty per I've been promised." The news spread, as if on the wings of the wind. Before Farrar had a stage arranged to suit him and his camera ready, a dozai mem.bers 17 Steve Yeager of the company drifted in with a casual manner of having arrived accidentally. Fleming Lennox, leading man, appeared with Cliff Manderson, chief comedian for the Lunar border company. Baldy Cummings, the property man, strolled leisurely in to look over some costumes. But Steve observed that he was panting rapidly. As he sat on a soap box waiting for Farrar to finish his preparations, Yeager became aware that Lennox was watching him closely. He did not know that the leading man would cheer- fully have sacrificed a week's salary to see Harri- son get the trimming he needed. The handsome young film actor was an athlete, a trained boxer, but the ex-prizefighter had given him the thrash- ing of his life two months before. He simply had lacked the physical stamina to weather the blows that came from those long, gorilla-like arms with the weight of the heavy, rounded shoulders back of them. The fight had not lasted five minutes. '* Shapes well," murmured Manderson, nod- ding toward the new extra. The leading man agreed without much hope. He conceded the boyish cowpuncher a beautiful trim figure, with breadth of shoulder, grace of poise, and long, flowing muscles that rippled under the healthy skin like those of a panther in motion. But these would serve him little un- less he was an experienced boxer. Harrison had 18 Steve Yeager tremendous strength and power; moreover, he knew the game from years of battle in the ring. "He '11 lose — won't be able to stand the gaff," Lennox replied gloomily, his eyes fixed on Yeager as the young fellow rose lightly and moved for- ward to meet his opponent. The extra was as tall as Harrison, but he looked like a boy beside him, so large and mas- sive did the heavy bulk. The contrast between them was so great that Yeager was scarcely conceded a fighting chance. Steve himself knew quite well that he was in for a licking at the hands of this wall-eyed Hercules with the lea- thery brown face. He got it, efficiently and scientifically, but not before Harrison had found out he was in a fight. The big man disdained any defense ex- cept that which went naturally with his crouch. He had a tremendously long reach and knew how to get the weight of his shoulders behind his punishing blows. Usually Harrison did all the fighting. The other man was at the receiv- ing end. It was a little different this time. Yeager met his first rush with a straight left that got home and jarred the prizefighter to his heels. To see the look on the face of the heavy, compound of blank astonishment and chagrin, was worth the price of admission. 19 Steve Yeager Lennox sang out encouragement. "Good boy. Go to him." Harrison put his head down and rushed. EGs arms worked like flails. They beat upon Steve's body and face as a hammer does upon an anvil. Only by his catlike agility and the toughness bom of many clean years in the saddle did the cowpuncher weather for the time the hurricane that lashed at him. He dodged and ducked and parried by instinct, smothering what blows he could, evading those he might, absorbiag the ones he must. Out of that first m^lee he came reeling and dizzy, quartering round and round before the pantiag professional. The bully enraged was not a sight pleasant to see. He was too near akin to the primeval brute. He glared savagely at his victim, who grinned back at him with an indomitable jaunti- ness. "This is the life," the cowpuncher assured his foe cheerfully after dodging a blow that was like the kick of a mule. Harrison rocked him with a short stiff upper- cut, "Glad you like it," he jeered. Yeager crossed with his right, catching him flush on the cheek. "Here's your receipt for the same," he beamed. Like a wild bull the prizefighter was at him again. He beat down the cowpuncher's defense SO Steve Yeager and mauled him savagely with all the pmiiahin^ skill of his craft, Steve was a man of his hands. He had held his own in many a rough-and-tmnble bout. But he had no science except that which nature had given him. As long as a man could, he stood up to Harrison's trained skill. When at last he was battered to the groimd it was be- cause the strength had all oozed out of him. Harrison stood over him, swaggering. "Had enough?" Where he had been flung, against one of the studio walls, Steve sat dizzily, his head reeling. He saw things through a mist in a queer jerky way. But still a smile beamed on his disfigured face. "Surest thing you know." "Don't want some more of the same?" jeered the victor. "Did n't hear me ask for more, did you? No, an' you won't either. Me, I love a scrap, but I don't yearn for no encore after I 've been clawed by a panther and chewed up by a threshing- machine and kicked by an able-bodied mule into the middle o' next week. Enough 's a-plenty, as old Jim Butts said when his second wife died." The prizefighter looked vindictively down at him. He was not satisfied, though he had given the range-rider such a whaling as few men could stand up and take. For the conviction was sifting £1 Steve Yeager home to him that he had not beaten the man at all. His pile-driver blows had hammered down his body, but the spirit of him shone damitless out of the gay, unconquerable eyes. With a sullen oath Harrison turned away. His sulky glance fell upon Lennox, who was clapping his hands softly. "You'd be one grand little fighter, Yeager, tf you only knew how," the leading man said with enthusiasm. "Mebbe you'd like to teach him, Mr. Len- nox," sneered Harrison. The star flushed. "Maybe I would, Mr. Harri- son. "Or perhaps you'd rather show him how it's done." Lennox looked straight at him. "Nothing doing. And I serve notice right here that I'll have no more trouble with you. If it's got to come to that either you or I will quit the com- pany." The bully's eyes narrowed. "Which one of us?" "It'll be up to Threewit to pass on that." Harrison put on his coat and slouched sulkily out of the building. He knew quite well that if it came to a choice between him and Lennox the director would sacrifice him without a mo- ment's consideration. Steve Yeager Farrar, who had been grinding out pictures since the beginning of hostiHties, came forward to greet Yeager with a Uttle whoop of joy. **Say, you sure go some. Cactus Center. I never did see a fellow eat up such a licking and come up smiling. You're certainly one Mellin's Food baby. I'm for you — strong." One of Steve's eyes was closing rapidly, but the other had not lost its twinkle. **Does a fellow's system good to assimilate a tanning oncet in a while — sort o' corrects any mistaken notions he's liable to collect. Gentle- men, hush! Ain't Harrison the boss eat-'em- alive white hope that ever turkey-trotted down the pike.?" The melancholy Manderson smiled. "You make a hit with me, Arizona. If I were in your place I'd be waiting for the undertaker. You look like you'd out come of a railroad wreck, two fires, and a cattle stampede over your car- cass. Here, boys, hustle along first aid to our friend the punching-bag." They got him water and towels and a sponge. Steve, protesting humorously, submitted to their ministrations. He was grateful for the friendliness that prompted their kindness. The atmosphere had subtly changed. During the afternoon he had sensed a little aloofness, an intention on the part of the company members Steve Yeager to stand oflf until they knew him better. Now the ice was melted. They had taken him into the family. He had passed with honors his pre- liminary examination. CHAPTER ni CHAD HARRISOlf As soon as Steve stepped into the dining-roonx he knew that the story of his fight with Harrison had preceded him. His battered face became an immediate focus of curious veiled glances. These exhibited an animated interest rather than sur- prise. Mrs. Seymour introduced him in turn to ead of the other boarders, and the furtive looks stared for a moment their frank questions at him. As he drew in his chair beside a slender, tanned young woman, he knew with some amusement that his arrival had interrupted a conversation of which he had been the theme. The film actress seated beside Yeager must have been in her very early twenties, but her pretty face, finely modeled, had the provocative effrontery that is the note of twentieth-century young womanhood. Its audacity, which was the quintessence of worldUness, held an alert been- through-it-all expression. *'I hope you like Los Robles, Mr. Yeager. Some of us don't, you know," she suggested. **Like it fine, Mkw ElUngiOB," he amcwered d5 Steve Yeager with enthusiasm, accepting from Ruth Seymour a platter of veal croquettes. Daisy Ellington slanted mischievous eyes to- ward him. '*Not much doing here. It's a dead little hole. You'll be bored to death — if you have n't been already." "Me! I've found it right lively," retorted Steve, his eyes twinkling. "Had all the ex- citement I could stand for one day. You see I come from way back in the cow country, ma'am." "And I came from New York," she sighed. "When it comes to little old Broadway I'm there with bells on. What d'you mean, cow country? Ain't this far enough off the map.^^ Say, were you ever in New York.^^" "Oncet. With a load of steers my boss was shipping to England. Lemme see. It was three years ago come next October." "Three years ago. Why, that was when I was in the pony ballet with 'Adam, Eve, and the Apple.' Did you see the show. f^" "Bet I did." Her eyes sparkled. "I was in the first row, third from the left in the 'Good-Night' chorus. Some kick to that song, was n't there.^^" "I should say yes. We're old friends, then, aren't we?" exclaimed Yeager promptly. He buried her little hand in his big brown paw, a 26 Steve Yeager friendly smile beaming through the disfigure- ments of his bruised face. "He did n't do a thing to you, did he?" she commented, looking him over frankly. "Not a thing — except run me through a sausage-grinder, drop me out of one of these aeroplanes, hammer my haid with a pile-driver, and jounce me up and down on a big pile of sharp rocks. Outside of trifles like that I had it all my own way." "I don't see any alfalfa in your hair," she laughed. Then, lowering her voice discreetly, she added: "Harrison's a brute. I'll tell you about him some time when Ruth is n't round." "Ruth!" Steve glanced at the young girl who moved about the room with such rhythmic grace helping the Chinese waiter serve her moth- er's guests. "What has she got to do with Har- rison? "Engaged to him — that 's all. See that spark- ler on her finger? Wouldn 't it give you a jolt that a nice little girl like her would take up with a stiff like Harrison?" "What's her mother thinking about?" asked the cowpuncher under cover of the conversation that was humming briskly all around the tables. Daisy lifted her shoulders in a careless httle shrug. "Oh, her mother! What's she got to do with it? Harrison has hypnotized the kid, I £7 Steve Yeager guess. He throws a big chest, and at that he ain't bad-looking. He's one man too, if he is a rotten bad lot." The young woman breezed on to another sub- ject in the light, inconsequent fashion she had, and presently deserted Yeager to meet the badi- nage of an extra sitting at an adjoining table. After dinner Steve went to his new quarters to get a cigar he had left on the table. It was one Farrar had given him. He was cherishing it because his financial assets had become reduced to twenty cents and he did not happen to know when pay-day was. Yeager climbed the barn stairs humming a range song: — " Black Jack Davy came a-riding along. Singing a song so gayly, He laughed and sang till the merry woods rang And he charmed the heart of a lady, And he charmed — " Abruptly he pulled up in his stride and in his song. Ruth Seymour was in the room putting new sheets and pillow-cases on the bed. "I have n't had time before. I did n't think you would be through dinner so soon," she ex- plained in a voice soft and low. "That's all right. I only dropped up to get a cigar I left on the table. Don't let me disturb you." Steve Yeager Her troubled eyes rested on the strong, lean face that went so well with the strong, lean body. One eye was swollen and almost shut. Red bruises glistened on the forehead and the cheeks. A bit of plaster stretched diagonally above the right cheekbone where the prizefighter's knuck- les had cut a deep gash. Little ridges covered his countenance as if it had been a contour map of a mountainous country. But through all the havoc that had been wrought flashed his white teeth in a cheerful smile. The girl's lip trembled. "I'm sorry you — • were hurt." He flashed a quick look at her. "Sho! Forget it. Miss Seymour. I was n't hurt any — none to speak of. It don't do a big husky like me any harm to be handed a licking." "You — hit him first, did n't you.^" "Yes, ma'am, — knocked him out cold be- fore he knew where he was at. He was entitled to a come-back. I 'm noways hos-tile to him be- cause he's a better man than I am." She stood with the pillow in her hands, shy as a fawn, but with a certain resolution, too, the trouble of her soul still reflected on the sweet face. "Why do men — do such things.'^" she asked with a catch of her breath. He scratched his curly head in apologetic 29 Steve Yeager perplexity. " Search me. I reckon the cave man is lurking around in most of us. We had n't ought to. That's a fact." *'It was all a mistake, Miss Ellington says. You thought he was hurting Miss Winters. Why did n't you tell him you were sorry .^ Then it would have been all right." The cowpuncher did not bat an eye at this innocent suggestion. "That's right. Why didn't I think of that? Then of course he would have laid off o' me." "He — Mr. Harrison — is quick-tempered. I suppose all brave men are. But he's generous, too. If you had explained — " "I reckon you're right. He sure is generous, even in the whalings he gives. But don't worry about me. I'm all right, and much obliged for your kindness in asking." Steve found his cigar and retired. He carried with him in memory a picture of a troubled young creature with soft, tender eyes gleaming starlike from beneath waves of dark hair. Yeager met Harrison swaggering up the gravel walk toward the house. A malevolent gleam lit in the cold black eyes of the bully. "How you feeling, young fella .^" "A hundred and eighty years old," answered the cowpuncher promptly with a grin. "Every time I open my mouth my face cracks. You SO Steve Yeager ce'tainly did give me a proper trimming. I don't know sic-'em about this scientific fight game." Harrison scowled. "There's more at the same address any time you need it." "Not if I see you coming in time to make a getaway," retorted Steve with a laugh. As the range-rider passed hghtly down the walk there drifted back to the prizefighter the words of a cowboy song: — " Oh, bury me out on the lone prairee. In a narrow grave just six by three, Where the wild coyotes will howl o'er me — Oh, bury me out on the lone prairee." Harrison ripped out an oath. There was a note of gentle irony about the minor strain of the song that he resented. He had given this youth the thrashing of his life, but he had ap- parently left his spirit quite uncrushed. What he liked was to have men walk in fear of him. The song presently died on the lips of Steve. Harrison was on his way to call on Ruth. The man had somehow won her promise to marry him. It was impossible for Yeager to believe that the child knew what she was doing. To think of her as the future wife of Chad Harri- son moved him to resentment at life's satiric 81 Steve Yeager paradoxes. To give this sweet young innocent to such a man was to mate a lamb with a tiger or a wolf. The outrage of it cried to Heaven. What could her mother be thinking of to allow such a wanton sacrifice? CHAPTER IV THE EXTRA From the first Yeager enjoyed his work with the Lunar Company. Young and full-blooded, he liked novelty and adventure, life in the open, new scenes and faces. As a film actor he did not have to seek sensations. They came to him im- sought. He had the faculty of projecting him- self with all his mind into the business of the moment, so that he soon knew what it was to be a noble and self-conscious hero as well as an un- mitigated villain. One day he was a miner making his last stand against a band of Mexican banditti, the next he was crawling through the mesquite to strike down an intrepid ranger who laughed at death. He fought desperate single combats, leaped from cliffs into space or across bridgeless chasms, took part in dozens of sets illustrating scenes of fron- tier life as Billy Threewit conceived these. Some- times Steve smiled. The director's ideas had largely been absorbed in New York from reading Western fiction. But so long as he drew down his two-fifty a day and had plenty of fun doing 't, Steve was no stickler for naked realism. The Steve Yeager "bad men" of Yeager's acquaintance had usu- ally been quiet, soft-spoken citizens, notable chiefly for a certain chilliness of the eye and an efficient economy of expression that eliminated waste. Those that Three wit featured were of a different type. They strutted and bragged and made gun plays on every possible occasion. Perhaps this was why Harrison's stuff got across. By nature a swaggering bully, he had only to turn loose his real impulses to register 'what the director wanted of a bad man. In the lx)Ugh-and-tumble life he had led, it had been Yeager's business to know men. He made no mistake about Harrison. The fellow might be a loud-mouthed braggart; none the less he would go the limit. The man was game. Lennox met Steve one day as the latter was returning from the property room with a saddle Threewit had asked him to adjust. The star stopped him good-naturedly. " Care to put the gloves on with me some time, Yeager.?" The cowpuncher's face brightened. "I sure would. The boys say you're the best ever with the mitts." "I'm a pretty good boxer, but I don't trail in your class as a fighter. What you need is to take some lessons. If you'd care to have me show you what I know — " 34 Steve Yeager "Say, you've rung the bell first shot/* "Come up to the hotel to-night, then. No need advertising it. Harrison might pick an- other quarrel with you to show you what you don't know." Steve laughed. "He's ce'tainly one tough citizen. He can look at a pine board so darned sultry it begins to smoke. All right. Be up there to-night, Mr. Lennox." From that day the boxing lessons became a regular thing. The claim Lennox had made for himself had scarcely done him justice. He was one of the best amateur boxers in the West. In Yeager he had a pupil quick to learn. The extra was a perfect specimen physically, narrow of flank, broad of shoulder, with the well-packed muscles of one always trained to the minute. Fifteen years in the saddle had given him a toughness of fiber no city dweller could possibly equal. Nights under the multiple stars in the hills, cool, invigorating mornings with the pine- filled air strong as wine in his clean blood, long days of sunshine full of action, had all contrib- uted to make him the young Hermes that he was. Cool and wary, supple as a wildcat, light as a dancing schoolgirl on his feet, he had the quali- ties which go to help both the fighter and the boxer. Lennox had never seen a man with more natiu-al aptitude for the sport. 35 Steve Yeager Sometimes Farrar was present at these les- sons. Often Baldy Cummings, who Hked the cowpuncher because Steve was always willing to help him get the properties ready for the re- quired sets, would put on the gloves with him and try him out for a round or two. Manderson, the melancholy comedian, occasionally dropped in with some other member of the company. The same thought was in the mind of all of them except Yeager himself. The extra was being trained to meet Harrison. It was appar- ent to all of them that the prizefighter was nurs- ing a grudge. The jaunty insouciance of the young range-rider irritated him as a banderilla goads a bull in the ring. '* Steve gets under his hide. Some day he's going to break loose again," Farrar told Man- derson as they watched Lennox and Yeager box. "The kid shapes fine. If Mr. Chad Harris