The Forfeit

The Forfeit, by Ridgwell Cullum

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Title: The Forfeit
Author: Ridgwell Cullum

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Language: English
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THE FORFEIT
by
RIDGWELL CULLUM

Author of "The Night Riders," "The Way of The Strong," "The Trail of
The Axe," Etc.

A. L. Burt Company Publishers ------ New York Published by
arrangement with George W. Jacobs & Company Copyright, 1917, by
George W. Jacobs & Company All rights reserved

CONTENTS
I. AT RAINBOW HILL VALLEY II. CONFLICTING CURRENTS III.
TRAILING THE "BLACK TAIL" IV. THE WEAKER VESSEL V.
THE HANGING BEE VI. THE RAIDERS RAIDED VII. OUTLAND
JUSTICE VIII. JEFF CLOSES THE BOOK IX. FOUR YEARS
LATER X. THE POLO CLUB RACES XI. ELVINE VAN BLOOREN
XII. THE TEMPERING XIII. THE NEWS XIV. THE KNOCKING
ON THE DOOR XV. THE HOME-COMING XVI. THE
RANCHMAN XVII. THE CALL TO ORRVILLE XVIII. DUG
MCFARLANE XIX. THE RETURN HOME XX. AT BUD'S XXI.
THE BARRIER XXII. THREATENINGS XXIII. THE HEARTS OF
TWO WOMEN XXIV. TO SPRUCE CROSSING XXV. AN EPIC
BATTLE XXVI. UNDER THE VEIL XXVII. THE ROUND-UP

THE FORFEIT
CHAPTER I
AT RAINBOW HILL VALLEY
A companionable silence prevailed in the room. At intervals it was
broken, but only by the rustle of paper or the striking of a match. The
heavy breathing, almost amounting to a snore, of one of the two men,
and the inarticulate protests of a laboring "rocker" chair--these things
were only a part of it.

The man at the table was deeply immersed in a miniature sea of
calculations. His fair brows were drawn in deep concentration.
Frequently he was at great pains to relight a pipe which contained
nothing but charred remnants of tobacco and a moist, unsmokable
mixture which afforded only a somewhat offensive taste and aroma.
The partner in this companionship overflowed an undersized "rocker,"
which withstood, with supreme heroism, the overwhelming forces of its
invader. But its sufferings, under the rhythmic rise and fall imposed
upon it, found expression at intervals, although they failed to inspire
the least sympathy. The heedless giant's whole attention seemed to be
absorbed in the personality and effort of his friend.
Finally the latter raised a pair of deep blue eyes. Following upon a sigh,
he thrust his papers aside with a brusque movement of relief. Then he
raised a hand to his broad forehead and smoothed his disheveled fair
hair, which seemed to have undergone some upheaval as a result of the
mental disturbance his efforts had inspired in the brain beneath. The
handsome eyes smiled a reassuring smile into the rugged face of his
friend.
"Well?" he enquired, without seeming to desire a reply.
"Wal?" echoed the gruff voice of the man in the rocker.
"It's done."
"So--I guessed."
The patient amusement in the twinkling eyes of the man in the rocker
was good to see. There was confidence, too, in his regard of the
younger man.
"Can we do it--sure?" he enquired, as the other remained silent.
"Without a worry."
"Then dope it out, boy. The easiest thing in the world is handin' out

dollars on a right enterprise. I don't know nothin' better--except it is
takin' 'em in on the same sort o' play."
Jeffrey Masters smiled more broadly into his friend's good-humored
face.
"Five years back, handing out twenty thousand dollars would have
given us a nightmare, even on a right proposition," he said. "It isn't that
way now. Guess we'll sleep on this thing like new-born babes with our
tanks filled right. Nat Williams is out to sell quick, and if we're bright,
it's up to us to buy quick. For twenty thousand dollars," he proceeded,
referring to his figures, "we get his house, barns, corrals, and all his
rolling stock. His growing crops and machinery. The bunch of old cows
and calves he's pleased to call his 'herds.' Also three teams of
Shire-bred heavy draft horses, and six hundred and forty acres of
first-class wheat land and grazing that only needs capital and hustle to
set right on top. I don't guess it'll worry us any to hand it all it needs
that way. This buy will join up my 'O----' territory with your 'T.T.'
grazing, and will turn the combination into one of the finest ranching
propositions west of Calthorpe, and one which even Montana needs to
be proud of."
He leaned back in his