"I give up," said my prisoner. "I"m Harrison. I"m licked. Lock me up somewhere away from this lunatic!"
I was standing in a kind of daze, with my mouth open, but now I woke up and bellered: "_What?_ Yo"re Harrison? I see it all now! Jake Roman overheard me talkin" to Blink Wiltshaw, and rode off and fixed it with you to fool me like you done, so"s to git Blink"s gold! That"s why you wanted to hold my Winchester whilst I saddled yore cayuse."
"How"d you ever guess it?" he sneered. "We ought to have shot you from ambush like I wanted to, but Jake wanted to catch you alive and torture you to death account of your horse bitin" him. The fool must have lost his head at the last minute and decided to shoot you after all. If you hadn"t recognized him we"d had you surrounded and stuck up before you knew what was happening."
"But now the real preacher"s gone on to Wahpeton!" I hollered. "I got to foller him and bring him back -- "
"Why, he"s here," said one of the men which was gathering around us. "He come in with his niece a hour ago on the stage from War Paint."
"War Paint?" I howled, hit in the belly by a premonishun. I run into the saloon, where they was a lot of people, and there was Blink and a gal holding hands in front of a old man with a long white beard, and he had a book in his hand, and the other"n lifted in the air. He was saying: " -- And I now pernounces you-all man and wife. Them which G.o.d has j"ined togither let no snake-hunter put asunder."
_"Dolly!"_ I yelled. Both of "em jumped about four foot and whirled, and Dolly jumped in front of Blink and spread her arms like she was shooing chickens.
"Don"t you tech him, Breckinridge!" she hollered. "I jest married him and I don"t aim for no Humbolt grizzly to spile him!"
"But I don"t _sabe_ all this -- " I said dizzily, nervously fumbling with my guns which is a habit of mine when upsot.
Everybody in the wedding party started ducking out of line, and Blink said hurriedly: "It"s this way, Breck. When I made my pile so onexpectedly quick, I sent for Dolly to come and marry me, like she"d promised that night, jest after you pulled out for Yavapai. I _was_ aimin" to take my gold out today, like I told you, so me and Dolly could go to San Francisco on our honeymoon, but I learnt Harrison"s gang was watchin" me, jest like I told you. I wanted to git my gold out, and I wanted to git you out of the way before Dolly and her uncle got here on the War Paint stage, so I told you that there lie about Brother Rembrandt bein" on the Wahpeton stage. It was the only lie."
"You said you was marryin" a gal in Teton," I accused fiercely.
"Well," says he, "I did marry her in Teton. You know, Breck, all"s fair in love and war."
"Now, now, boys," says Brother Rembrandt -- the real one, I mean. "The gal"s married, yore rivalry is over, and they"s no use holdin" grudges. Shake hands and be friends."
"All right," I said heavily. No man can"t say I ain"t a good loser. I was cut deep, but I concealed my busted heart.
Leastways I concealed it all I was able to. Them folks which says I crippled Blink Wiltshaw with malice aforethought is liars which I"ll sweep the road with when I catches "em. I didn"t aim to break his cussed arm when we shaken hands. It was jest the convulsive start I give when I suddenly thought of what Glory McGraw would say when she heard about this mess. And they ain"t no use in folks saying that what imejitly follered was done in revenge for Dolly busting me in the head with that cuspidor. When I thought of the rawhiding I"d likely get from Glory McGraw I kind of lost my head and stampeded like a loco bull. When something got in my way I removed it without stopping to see what it was. How was I to know it was Dolly"s Uncle Rembrandt which I absent-mindedly throwed through a winder. And as for them fellers which claims they was knocked down and trompled on, they ought to of got outa my way, dern "em.
As I headed down the trail on Cap"n Kidd I wondered if I ever really loved Dolly, after all, because I was less upsot over her marrying another feller than I was about what Glory McGraw would say.
CHAPTER X.
THE HAUNTED MOUNTAIN.
THEY SAY when a critter is mortally wounded he generally heads for his den, so maybe that"s why I headed for Bear Creek when I rode out of Teton Gulch that night; I"d had about as much civilization as I could stand for awhile.
But the closer I got to Bear Creek the more I thought about Glory McGraw and I bust into profuse sweat every time I thought about what she"d say to me, because I"d sent her word by one of the Braxton boys that I aimed to bring Dolly Rixby to Bear Creek as Miz Breckinridge Elkins.
I thought about this so much that when I cut the Chawed Ear road I turned aside and headed up it. I"d met a feller a few miles back which told me about a rodeo which was going to take place at Chawed Ear, so I thought it was a good way to pick up some easy money whilst avoiding Glory at the same time. But I forgot I had to pa.s.s by the cabin of one of my relatives.
The reason I detests tarantulas, stinging lizards, and hydrophobia skunks is because they reminds me so much of Aunt Lavaca Grimes, which my Uncle Jacob Grimes married in a absent-minded moment, when he was old enough to know better.
That there woman"s voice plumb puts my teeth on aidge, and it has the same effect on Cap"n Kidd, which don"t otherwise shy at nothing less"n a cyclone. So when she stuck her head out of her cabin as I was riding by and yelled: "Breck_in_ri-i-idge!" Cap"n Kidd jumped like he was shot, and then tried to buck me off.
"Stop tormentin" that pore animal and come here," commanded Aunt Lavaca, whilst I was fighting for my life agen Cap"n Kidd"s spine-twisting sunfishing. "Always showin" off! I never see such a inconsiderate, worthless, no-good -- "
She kept on yapping away till I had wore him down and reined up alongside the cabin-stoop, and said: "What you want, Aunt Lavaca?"
She give me a scornful stare, and put her hands onto her hips and glared at me like I was something she didn"t like the smell of.
"I want you to go git yore Uncle Jacob and bring him home," she said at last. "He"s off on one of his idjiotic prospectin" sprees again. He snuck out before daylight with the bay mare and a pack mule -- I wisht I"d woke up and caught him. I"d of fixed him! If you hustle you can catch him this side of Haunted Mountain Gap. You bring him back if you have to la.s.so him and tie him to his saddle. Old fool! Off huntin" gold when they"s work to be did in the alfalfa fields. Says he ain"t no farmer. Huh! I "low I"ll make a farmer outa him yet. You git goin"."
"But I ain"t got time to go chasin" Uncle Jacob all over Haunted Mountain," I protested. "I"m headin" for the rodeo over to Chawed Ear. I"m goin" to winme a prize bull-d.o.g.g.i.n" some steers -- "
"Bull-d.o.g.g.i.n"!" she snapped. "A fine ockerpashun! Gwan, you worthless loafer! I ain"t goin" to stand here all day argyin" with a big ninny like you be. Of all the good-for-nothin", triflin", lunk-headed -- "
When Aunt Lavaca starts in like that you might as well travel. She can talk steady for three days and nights without repeating herself, with her voice getting louder and shriller all the time till it nigh splits a body"s ear drums. She was still yelling at me as I rode up the trail towards Haunted Mountain Gap, and I could hear her long after I couldn"t see her no more.
Pore Uncle Jacob! He never had much luck prospecting, but trailing around with a jacka.s.s is a lot better"n listening to Aunt Lavaca. A jacka.s.s"s voice is mild and soothing alongside of her"n.
Some hours later I was climbing the long rise that led up to the gap and I realized I had overtook the old coot when something went _ping!_ up on the slope, and my hat flew off. I quick reined Cap"n Kidd behind a clump of bresh, and looked up towards the Gap, and seen a pack-mule"s rear end sticking out of a cl.u.s.ter of boulders.
"You quit that shootin" at me, Uncle Jacob!" I roared.
"You stay whar you be," his voice come back rambunctious and warlike. "I know Lavacky sent you after me, but I ain"t goin" home. I"m onto somethin" big at last, and I don"t aim to be interfered with."
"What you mean?" I demanded.
"Keep back or I"ll ventilate you," he promised. "I"m goin" after the Lost Haunted Mine."
"You been huntin" that thing for fifty years," I snorted.
"This time I finds it," he says. "I bought a map off"n a drunk Mexican down to Perdition. One of his ancestors was a Injun which helped pile up the rocks to hide the mouth of the cave whar it is."
"Why didn"t he go find it and git the gold?" I ast.
"He"s scairt of ghosts," said Uncle Jacob. "All Mexes is awful superst.i.tious. This "un"d ruther set and drink, anyhow. They"s millions in gold in that there mine. I"ll shoot you before I"ll go home. Now will you go on back peacable, or will you throw in with me? I might need you, in case the pack-mule plays out."
"I"ll come with you," I said, impressed. "Maybe you have got somethin", at that. Put up yore Winchester, I"m comin"."
He emerged from his rocks, a skinny, leathery old cuss, and he said: "What about Lavacky? If you don"t come back with me, she"ll foller us herself, she"s that strong-minded."
"You can write, cain"t you, Uncle Jacob?" I said, and he said, "Yeah, I always carries me a pencil-stub in my saddle-bags. Why?"
"We"ll write her a note," I said. "Joe Hopkins always comes down through the Gap onst a week on his way to Chawed Ear. He"s due through here today. We"ll stick the note on a tree, where he"ll see it and take it to her."
So I tore a piece of wrapping paper off"n a can of tomatoes Uncle Jacob had in his pack, and he got out his pencil stub, and writ as I told him, as follers: "Dere Ant Lavaca: I am takin uncle Jacob way up in the mountins dont try to foler us it wont do no good gold is what Im after. Breckinridge."
We folded it and I told Uncle Jacob to write on the outside: "Dere Joe: pleeze take this here note to Miz Lavaca Grimes on the Chawed Ear rode."
It was lucky Joe knowed how to read. I made Uncle Jacob read me what he had writ to be sure he had got it right. Education is a good thing in its place, but it never taken the place of common hoss-sense.
But he had got it right for a wonder, so I stuck the note on a spruce limb, and me and Uncle Jacob sot out for the higher ranges. He started telling me all about the Lost Haunted Mine again, like he"d already did about forty times before. Seems like they was onst a old prospector which stumbled onto a cave about sixty years before then, which the walls was solid gold and nuggets all over the floor till a body couldn"t walk, as big as mushmelons. But the Injuns jumped him and run him out and he got lost and nearly starved in the desert, and went crazy. When he come to a settlement and finally got his mind back, he tried to lead a party back to it, but never could find it. Uncle Jacob said the Injuns had took rocks and bresh and hid the mouth of the cave so n.o.body could tell it was there. I ast him how he knowed the Injuns done that, and he said it was common knowledge. He said any fool ought a know that"s jest what they done.
"This here mine," says Uncle Jacob, "is located in a hidden valley which lies away up amongst the high ranges. I ain"t never seen it, and I thought I"d explored these mountains plenty. Ain"t n.o.body more familiar with "em than me, except old Joshua Braxton. But it stands to reason that the cave is awful hard to find, or somebody"d already found it. Accordin" to this here map, that lost valley must lie jest beyond Wildcat Canyon. Ain"t many white men know whar that is, even. We"re headin" there."
We had left the Gap far behind us, and was moving along the slanting side of a sharp-angled crag whilst he was talking. As we pa.s.sed it we seen two figgers with hosses emerge from the other side, heading in the same direction we was, so our trails converged. Uncle Jacob glared and reched for his Winchester.
"Who"s that?" he snarled.
"The big "un"s Bill Glanton," I said. "I never seen t"other"n."
"And n.o.body else, outside of a freak show," growled Uncle Jacob.
The other feller was a funny-looking little maverick, with laced boots and a cork sun-helmet and big spectacles. He sot his hoss like he thought it was a rocking-chair, and held his reins like he was trying to fish with "em. Glanton hailed us. He was from Texas, original, and was rough in his speech and free with his weppins, but me and him had always got along together very well.
"Where you-all goin"?" demanded Uncle Jacob.
"I am Professor Van Brock, of New York," said the tenderfoot, whilst Bill was getting rid of his terbaccer wad. "I have employed Mr. Glanton, here, to guide me up into the mountains. I am on the track of a tribe of aborigines, which according to fairly well substantiated rumor, have inhabited the haunted Mountains since time immemorial."
"Lissen here, you four-eyed runt," said Uncle Jacob in wrath, "air you givin" me the hoss-laugh?"
"I a.s.sure yon that equine levity is the furthest thing from my thoughts," says Van Brock. "Whilst touring the country in the interests of science, I heard the rumors to which I have referred. In a village possessing the singular appellation of Chawed Ear, I met an aged prospector who told me that he had seen one of the aborigines, clad in the skin of a wild animal and armed with a bludgeon. The wild man, he said, emitted a most peculiar and piercing cry when sighted, and fled into the recesses of the hills. I am confident that it is some survivor of a pre-Indian race, and I am determined to investigate."
"They ain"t no sech critter in these hills," snorted Uncle Jacob. "I"ve roamed all over "em for fifty year, and I ain"t seen no wild man."
"Well," says Glanton, "they"s _somethin"_ onnatural up there, because I been hearin" some funny yarns myself. I never thought I"d be huntin" wild men," he says, "but since that hash-slinger in Perdition turned me down to elope with a travelin" salesman, I welcomes the chance to lose myself in the mountains and forgit the perfidy of women-kind. What you-all doin" up here? Prospectin"?" he said, glancing at the tools on the mule.
"Not in earnest," said Uncle Jacob hurriedly. "We"re jest whilin" away our time. They ain"t no gold in these mountains."
"Folks says that Lost Haunted Mine is up here somewheres," said Glanton.
"A pack of lies," snorted Uncle Jacob, busting into a sweat. "Ain"t no sech mine. Well, Breckinridge, le"s be shovin". Got to make Antelope Peak before sundown."
"I thought we was goin" to Wildcat Canyon," I says, and he give me a awful glare, and said: "Yes, Breckinridge, that"s right, Antelope Peak, jest like you said. So long, gents."
"So long," says Glanton.
So we turned off the trail almost at right angles to our course, me follering Uncle Jacob bewilderedly. When we was out of sight of the others, he reined around again.
"When Nature give you the body of a giant, Breckinridge," he said, "she plumb forgot to give you any brains to go along with yore muscles. You want everybody to know what we"re lookin" for, and whar?"
"Aw," I said, "them fellers is jest lookin" for wild men."
"Wild men!" he snorted. "They don"t have to go no further"n Chawed Ear on payday night to find more wild men than they could handle. I ain"t swallerin" no sech tripe. Gold is what they"re after, I tell you. I seen Glanton talkin" to that Mex in Perdition the day I bought that map from him. I believe they either got wind of that mine, or know I got that map, or both."
"What you goin" to do?" I ast him.
"Head for Wildcat Canyon by another trail," he said.
So we done so and arriv there after night, him not willing to stop till we got there. It was deep, with big high cliffs cut with ravines and gulches here and there, and very wild in appearance. We didn"t descend into the canyon that night, but camped on a plateau above it. Uncle Jacob "lowed we"d begin exploring next morning. He said they was lots of caves in the canyon, and he"d been in all of "em. He said he hadn"t never found nothing except b"ars and painters and rattlesnakes, but he believed one of them caves went on through into another hidden canyon, and that was where the gold was at.
Next morning I was awoke by Uncle Jacob shaking me, and his whiskers was curling with rage.
"What"s the matter?" I demanded, setting up and pulling my guns.
"They"re here!" he squalled. "Dawgone it, I suspected "em all the time! Git up, you big lunk! Don"t set there gawpin" with a gun in each hand like a idjit! They"re here, I tell you!"
"Who"s here?" I ast.
"That dern tenderfoot and his cussed Texas gunfighter," snarled Uncle Jacob. "I was up jest at daylight, and purty soon I seen a wisp of smoke curlin" up from behind a big rock t"other side of the flat. I snuck over there, and there was Glanton fryin" bacon, and Van Brock was pertendin" to be lookin" at some flowers with a magnifyin" gla.s.s -- the blame fake. He ain"t no perfessor. I bet he"s a derned crook. They"re follerin" us. They aim to murder us and take my map."
"Aw, Glanton wouldn"t do that," I said, and Uncle Jacob said: "You shet up! A man will do anything whar gold"s consarned. Dang it all, git up and do somethin"! Air you goin" to set there, you big lummox, and let us git murdered in our sleep?"
That"s the trouble of being the biggest man in yore clan; the rest of the family always dumps all the onpleasant jobs onto yore shoulders. I pulled on my boots and headed acrost the flat with Uncle Jacob"s war-songs ringing in my ears, and I didn"t notice whether he was bringing up the rear with his Winchester or not.
They was a scattering of trees on the flat, and about halfway acrost a figger emerged from amongst it and headed my direction with fire in his eye. It was Glanton.
"So, you big mountain grizzly," he greeted me rambunctiously, "you was goin" to Antelope Peak, hey? Kinda got off the road, didn"t you? Oh, we"re on to you, we air!"
"What you mean?" I demanded. He was acting like he was the one which ought a feel righteously indignant instead of me.
"You know what I mean!" he says, frothing slightly at the mouth. "I didn"t believe it when Van Brock first said he suspicioned you, even though you _hombres_ did act funny yesterday when he met you on the trail. But this momin" when I glimpsed yore fool Uncle Jacob spyin" on our camp, and then seen him sneakin" off through the bresh, I knowed Van Brock was right. Yo"re after what we"re after, and you-all resorts to dirty, onderhanded tactics. Does you deny yo"re after the same thing we air?"
"Naw, I don"t," I said. "Uncle Jacob"s got more right to it than you-all has. And when you says we uses onderhanded tricks, yo"re a liar."
"That settles it!" gnashed he. "Go for yore gun!"
"I don"t want to perforate you," I growled.
"I ain"t hankerin" to conclude yore mortal career," he admitted. "But Haunted Mountain ain"t big enough, for both of us. Take off yore guns, and I"ll maul the livin" daylights out you, big as you be."
I unbuckled my gun-belt, and hung it on a limb, and he laid off his"n, and hit me in the stummick and on the ear and in the nose, and then he busted me in the jaw and knocked out a tooth. This made me mad, so I taken him by the neck and throwed him agen the ground so hard it jolted all the wind outa him. I then sot on him and started banging his head agen a convenient boulder, and his cussing was terrible to hear.
"If you-all had acted like white men," I gritted, "we"d of _give_ you a share in that there mine."
"What the h.e.l.l air you talkin" about?" he gurgled, trying to haul his bowie out of his boot which I had my knee on.
"The Lost Haunted Mine, what you think?" I snarled, getting a fresh grip on his ears.
"Hold on!" he protested. "You mean you-all air jest lookin" for gold? Is that on the level?"
I was so astonished I quit hammering his skull agen the rock.
"Why, what else?" I demanded. "Ain"t you-all follerin" us to steal Uncle jacob"s map which shows where at the mine is hid?"
"Git offa me!" he snorted disgustfully, taking advantage of my surprise to push me off. "h.e.l.l!" says he, starting to knock the dust offa his britches. "I might of knowed that tenderfoot was wool-gatherin". After we seen you-all yesterday, and he heard you mention Wildcat Canyon, he told me he believed you was follerin" us. He said that yarn about prospectin" was jest a blind. He said he believed you was workin" for a rival scientific society to git ahead of us and capture that there wild man yoreselves."
"What?" I said. "You mean that wild man yarn is straight goods?"
"Far as we"re consarned," said Bill. "Prospectors is been tellin" some onusual stories about Wildcat Canyon. Well, I laughed at him at first, but he kept on usin" so many .45 calibre words that he got me to believin" it might be so. "Cause, after all, here was me guidin" a tenderfoot on the trail of a wild man, and they warn"t no reason to think that you and Jacob Grimes was any more sensible than me.