“Well, it won’t be such a long job; I’ll be at the ranch where ye can reach me quick. We’ll have to find out what Aimes has done, then make plans and go ahead. If there’s one thing that the Lord gave me ability to do, it was to handle mining deals!”
“With a cold deck,” added Dorales. “Very well. If we go by auto, we can save a good deal of time.”
Mackintavers grimaced. “I ain’t built for long trips, but go ahead. Get the big car, Abel. Want to run her yourself? All right. Land me at the ranch, then go on to Zacaton City with the ranch flivver, unless ye want the big car.”
“The flivver is the thing down there.”
“Aiblins, yes. And mind! What we got to do is to get that Crump female clear off’n her location; that’s all. Aimes has evidently found some means of gettin’ her arrested. We can take that for granted. By the time you get there, she’ll be in the calaboose.
“You telephone me at the ranch with a full account of what’s happened, and I’ll have a scheme ready for ye. The main thing is to get possession of the property; maybe we can frame a deal on this fellow Shea—it’s all held in his name, ain’t it? That was a foxy move, but not foxy enough to fool us long! Get possession, Abel, and the law will do the rest for us.”
“It ought to!” Dorales showed white and even teeth as he smiled.
Mackintavers met those steely eyes beneath their strangely black brows, and his square mouth unfolded in a grin.
“Get possession, that’s all!” he uttered.
“Consider it done, Sandy. If you’ll be ready in an hour, I’ll be around with the car.”