“I tell him about the Lava Gang, and he won’t come. Then I tell him yuh want him to come, and still he refuses. He gets sorta bitter an’ says he ain’t no cow-thief catcher—that’s his brother Jack’s job. I plead with him and tell him how your uncle’s in danger. He says he’s not comin’ up here to help your uncle hang a man. By accident I tell how the Lava Gang now and then runs off gals across the border fer ransom and how they murdered that Courfay woman. At that he says quicklike he’ll come a-runnin’.”
“When is he coming?” she asked quickly.
He shook his head. “I dunno.”
“And when you told him I wanted him to come, he wouldn’t?” she asked softly.
“Positively not,” Toothpick said bluntly.
Another question trembled on her lips, but her eyes clouded and she turned away, leaving it unsaid. Toothpick called to her.
“Yuh know why he refused,” he grumbled. “Yuh know darn well Jim Allen is an outlaw and hasn’t a Chinaman’s chance of being pardoned. He’d be a hell of a fellow if he came to see a girl like yuh. But I’ll tell yuh this: He talked a heap about yuh and made me promise I’d tell yuh he was no good, an’ that he thought yuh was only a fool romantic gal what thinks yuh like him’ cause he’s the famous ‘White Wolf.’”
“That’s not true, Toothpick,” she said quietly.
“Sure, I knows,” he told her.
“It’s not the Wolf I like, but——”