“Shore,” replied Blue. “But y’u fellars figger thet out. I’m thinkin’ hard. I’ve got somethin’ on my mind.”
Jean grew fascinated by the looks and speech and action of the little gunman. Blue, indeed, had something on his mind. And it boded ill to the men in that dark square stone house down the road. He paced to and fro in the yard, back and forth on the path to the gate, and then he entered the cabin to stalk up and down, faster and faster, until all at once he halted as if struck, to upfling his right arm in a singular fierce gesture.
“Jean, call the men in,” he said, tersely.
They all filed in, sinister and silent, with eager faces turned to the little Texan. His dominance showed markedly.
“Gordon, y’u stand in the door an’ keep your eye peeled,” went on Blue. “... Now, boys, listen! I’ve thought it all out. This game of man huntin’ is the same to me as cattle raisin’ is to y’u. An’ my life in Texas all comes back to me, I reckon, in good stead fer us now. I’m goin’ to kill Lee Jorth! Him first, an’ mebbe his brothers. I had to think of a good many ways before I hit on one I reckon will be shore. It’s got to be SHORE. Jorth has got to die! Wal, heah’s my plan.... Thet Jorth outfit is drinkin’ some, we can gamble on it. They’re not goin’ to leave thet store. An’ of course they’ll be expectin’ us to start a fight. I reckon they’ll look fer some such siege as they held round Isbel’s ranch. But we shore ain’t goin’ to do thet. I’m goin’ to surprise thet outfit. There’s only one man among them who is dangerous, an’ thet’s Queen. I know Queen. But he doesn’t know me. An’ I’m goin’ to finish my job before he gets acquainted with me. After thet, all right!”
Blue paused a moment, his eyes narrowing down, his whole face setting in hard cast of intense preoccupation, as if he visualized a scene of extraordinary nature.
“Wal, what’s your trick?” demanded Blaisdell.
“Y’u all know Greaves’s store,” continued Blue. “How them winders have wooden shutters thet keep a light from showin’ outside? Wal, I’m gamblin’ thet as soon as it’s dark Jorth’s gang will be celebratin’. They’ll be drinkin’ an’ they’ll have a light, an’ the winders will be shut. They’re not goin’ to worry none aboot us. Thet store is like a fort. It won’t burn. An’ shore they’d never think of us chargin’ them in there. Wal, as soon as it’s dark, we’ll go round behind the lots an’ come up jest acrost the road from Greaves’s. I reckon we’d better leave Isbel where he lays till this fight’s over. Mebbe y’u ’ll have more ’n him to bury. We’ll crawl behind them bushes in front of Coleman’s yard. An’ heah’s where Jean comes in. He’ll take an ax, an’ his guns, of course, an’ do some of his Injun sneakin’ round to the back of Greaves’s store.... An’, Jean, y’u must do a slick job of this. But I reckon it ’ll be easy fer you. Back there it ’ll be dark as pitch, fer anyone lookin’ out of the store. An’ I’m figgerin’ y’u can take your time an’ crawl right up. Now if y’u don’t remember how Greaves’s back yard looks I’ll tell y’u.”
Here Blue dropped on one knee to the floor and with a finger he traced a map of Greaves’s barn and fence, the back door and window, and especially a break in the stone foundation which led into a kind of cellar where Greaves stored wood and other things that could be left outdoors.
“Jean, I take particular pains to show y’u where this hole is,” said Blue, “because if the gang runs out y’u could duck in there an’ hide. An’ if they run out into the yard—wal, y’u’d make it a sorry run fer them.... Wal, when y’u’ve crawled up close to Greaves’s back door, an’ waited long enough to see an’ listen—then you’re to run fast an’ swing your ax smash ag’in’ the winder. Take a quick peep in if y’u want to. It might help. Then jump quick an’ take a swing at the door. Y’u ’ll be standin’ to one side, so if the gang shoots through the door they won’t hit y’u. Bang thet door good an’ hard.... Wal, now’s where I come in. When y’u swing thet ax I’ll shore run fer the front of the store. Jorth an’ his outfit will be some attentive to thet poundin’ of yours on the back door. So I reckon. An’ they’ll be lookin’ thet way. I’ll run in—yell—an’ throw my guns on Jorth.”