"Lemme down, Breck," he gasped. "I didn"t know it was you. I thought it was Rattlesnake Harrison comin" after my gold."
So I sot him down. He grabbed a jug of licker and taken him a swig, and his hand shook so he spilt half of it down his neck.
"Well?" I demanded. "Ain"t you goin" to offer me a snort, dern it?"
"Excuse me, Breckinridge," he apolergized. "I"m so derned jumpy I dunno what I"m doin". You see them buckskin pokes?" says he, p"inting at some bags on the bed. "Them is plumb full of nuggets. I got a claim up the Gulch, and the day I got back from War Paint I hit a regular bonanza. But it ain"t doin" me no good."
"What you mean?" I ast.
"The mountains around Teton is full of outlaws," says he. "They robs and murders every man which makes a strike. The stagecoach has been stuck up so often n.o.body sends their dust out on it no more. When a man makes a pile he sneaks out through the mountains at night, with his gold on pack-mules. I aimed to do that last night. But them outlaws has got spies all over the camp, and I know they got me spotted. Rattlesnake Harrison"s their chief, and he"s a ring-tailed he-devil. I been squattin" over this here gold with my pistol in fear and tremblin", expectin" "em to come right into camp after me. I"m dern nigh loco!"
And he shivered and cussed kind of whimpery, and taken another dram, and c.o.c.ked his pistol and sot there shaking like he"d saw a ghost or two.
"You got to help me, Breckinridge," he said desperately. "You take this here gold out for me, w.i.l.l.ya? The outlaws don"t know you. _You_ could hit the old Injun path south of the camp and foller it to h.e.l.l-Wind Pa.s.s. The Chawed Ear-Wahpeton stage goes there about sundown. You could put the gold on the stage there, and they"d take it on to Wahpeton. Harrison wouldn"t never think of holdin" it up _after_ it left h.e.l.l-Wind. They always holds it up this side of the Pa.s.s."
"What I want to risk my neck for you for?" I demanded bitterly, memories of Dolly Rixby rising up before me. "If you ain"t got the guts to tote out yore own gold -- "
""Tain"t altogether the gold, Breck," says he. "I"m tryin" to git married, and -- "
"_Married?_" says I. "Here? In Teton Gulch? To a gal in Teton Gulch?"
"Maried to a gal in Teton Gulch," he avowed. "I was aimin" to git hitched tomorrer, but they ain"t a preacher or a justice of the peace in camp to tie the knot. But her uncle the Reverant Rembrandt Brockton is a circuit rider, and he"s due to pa.s.s through h.e.l.l-Wind Pa.s.s on his way to Wahpeton today. I was aimin" to sneak out last night, hide in the hills till the stage come through, and then put the gold on it and bring Brother Rembrandt back with me. But yesterday I learnt Harrison"s spies was watchin" me, and I"m scairt to go. Now Brother Rembrandt will go on to Wahpeton, not knowin" he"s needed here, and no tellin" when I"ll be able to git married -- "
"Hold on," I said hurriedly, doing some quick thinking. I didn"t want this here wedding to fall through. The more Blink was married to some gal in Teton, the less he could marry Dolly Rixby.
"Blink," I said, grasping his hand warmly, "never let it be said that a Elkins ever turned down a friend in distress. I"ll take yore gold to h.e.l.l-Wind Pa.s.s and bring back Brother Rembrandt."
Blink fell onto my neck and wept with joy. "I"ll never forgit this, Breckinridge," says he, "and I bet you won"t neither! My hoss and pack-mule are in the stables behind the saloon."
"I don"t need no pack-mule," I says. "Cap"n Kidd can pack the dust easy."
Cap"n Kidd was getting fed out in the corral next to the hotel. I went out there and got my saddle-bags, which is a lot bigger"n most saddle-bags, because all my plunder has to be made to fit my size. They"re made outa three-ply elkskin, st.i.tched with rawhide thongs, and a wildcat couldn"t claw his way out of "em.
I noticed quite a bunch of men standing around the corral looking at Cap"n Kidd, but thunk nothing of it, because he is a hoss which naturally attracks attention. But whilst I was getting my saddle-bags, a long lanky cuss with long yaller whiskers come up and said, says he: "Is that yore hoss in the corral?"
I says: "If he ain"t he ain"t n.o.body"s."
"Well, he looks a whole lot like a hoss that was stole off my ranch six months ago," he said, and I seen ten or fifteen hard-looking _hombres_ gathering around me. I laid down my saddle-bags sudden-like and reched for my guns, when it occurred to me that if I had a fight I there I might get arrested and it would interfere with me bringing Brother Rembrandt in for the wedding.
"If that there is yore hoss," I said, "you ought to be able to lead him out of that there corral."
"Sh.o.r.e I can," he says with a oath. "And what"s more, I aim"ta."
"That"s right, Jake," says another feller. "Stand up for yore rights. Us boys is right behind you."
"Go ahead," I says. "If he"s yore hoss, prove it. Go git him!"
He looked at me suspiciously, but he taken up a rope and clumb the fence and started towards Cap"n Kidd which was chawing on a block of hay in the middle of the corral. Cap"n Kidd throwed up his head and laid back his ears and showed his teeth, and Jake stopped sudden and turned pale.
"I -- I don"t believe that there _is_ my hoss, after all!" says he.
"Put that la.s.so on him!" I roared, pulling my right-hand gun. "You say he"s yore"n; I say he"s mine. One of us is a liar and a hoss-thief and I aim to prove which. Gwan, before I festoons yore system with lead polka-dots!"
"He looked at me and he looked at Cap"n Kidd, and he turned bright green all over. He looked again at my .45 which I now had c.o.c.ked and p"inted at his long neck, which his adam"s apple was going up and down like a monkey on a pole, and he begun to aidge towards Cap"n Kidd again, holding the rope behind him and sticking out one hand.
"Whoa, boy," he says, kind of shudderingly. "Whoa -- good old feller -- nice hossie -- whoa, boy -- _ow!"_ He let out a awful howl as Cap"n Kidd made a snap and bit a chunk out of his hide. He turned to run but Cap"n Kidd wheeled and let fly both heels which catched Jake in the seat of the britches, and his shriek of despair was horrible to hear as he went head-first through the corral-fence into a hoss-trough on the other side. From this he ariz dripping water, blood and profanity, and he shook a quivering fist at me and croaked: "You derned murderer! I"ll have yore life for this!"
"I don"t hold no conversation with hoss-thieves," I snorted, and picked up my saddle-bags and stalked through the crowd which give back in a hurry and take care to cuss under their breath when I tromped on their fool toes.
I taken the saddle-bags up to Blink"s room, and told him about Jake, thinking he"d be amoosed, but he got a case of the aggers again, and said: "That was one of Harrison"s men! He aimed to take yore hoss. It"s a old trick, and honest folks don"t dare interfere. Now they got you spotted! What"ll you do?"
"Time, tide and a Elkins waits for no man!" I snorted, dumping the gold into the saddle-bags. "If that yaller-whiskered coyote wants any trouble, he can git a bellyfull! Don"t worry, yore gold will be safe in my saddle-bags. It"s as good as in the Wahpeton stage right now. And by midnight I"ll be back with Brother Rembrandt Brockton to hitch you up with his niece."
"Don"t yell so loud," begged Blink. "The cussed camp"s full of spies. Some of "em may be downstairs right now, lissenin"."
"I warn"t speakin" above a whisper," I said indignantly.
"That bull"s beller may pa.s.s for a whisper on Bear Creek," says he, wipin" off the sweat, "but I bet they can hear it from one end of the Gulch to the other"n, at least."
It"s a pitable sight to see a man with a case of the scairts. I shook hands with him and left him pouring red licker down his gullet like it was water, and I swung the saddle-bags over my shoulder and went downstairs, and the barkeep leaned over the bar and whispered to me: "Look out for Jake Roman! He was in here a minute ago, lookin" for trouble. He pulled out jest before you come down, but he won"t be forgittin" what yore hoss done to him."
"Not when he tries to set down, he won"t," I agreed, and went out to the corral, and they was a crowd of men watching Cap"n Kidd eat his hay, and one of "em seen me and hollered: "Hey, boys, here comes the giant! He"s goin" to saddle that man-eatin" monster! Hey, Bill! Tell the boys at the bar."
And here come a whole pa.s.sel of fellers running out of all the saloons, and they lined the corral fence solid, and started laying bets whether I"d get the saddle onto Cap"n Kidd, or get my brains kicked out. I thought miners must all be crazy. They ought"ve knowed I was able to saddle my own hoss.
Well, I saddled him and throwed on the saddle-bags and clumb aboard, and he pitched about ten jumps like he always does when I first fork him -- "twarn"t nothing, but them miners hollered like wild Injuns. And when he accidentally bucked hisself and me through the fence and knocked down a section of it along with fifteen men which was setting on the top rail, the way they howled you"d of thought something terrible had happened. Me and Cap"n Kidd don"t bother about gates. We usually makes our own through whatever happens to be in front of us. But them miners is a weakly breed. As I rode out of town I seen the crowd dipping nine or ten of "em into a hoss-trough to bring "em to, on account of Cap"n Kidd having accidentally tromped on "em.
Well, I rode out of the Gulch and up the ravine to the south and come out into the high-timbered country, and hit the old Injun trail Blink had told me about. It warn"t traveled much. I didn"t meet n.o.body after I left the Gulch. I figgered to hit h.e.l.l-Wind Pa.s.s at least a hour before sundown which would give me plenty of time. Blink said the stage pa.s.sed through there about sundown. I"d have to bring back Brother Rembrandt on Cap"n Kidd, I reckoned, but that there hoss can carry double and still out-run and out-last any other hoss in the State of Nevada. I figgered on getting back to Teton about midnight or maybe a little later.
After I"d went several miles I come to Apache Canyon, which was a deep, narrer gorge, with a river at the bottom which went roaring and foaming along betwixt rock walls a hundred and fifty feet high. The old trail hit the rim at a place where the canyon warn"t only about seventy foot wide, and somebody had felled a whopping big pine tree on one side so it fell acrost and made a foot-bridge, where a man could walk acrost. They"d onst been a gold strike in Apache Canyon, and a big camp there, but now it was plumb abandoned and n.o.body lives anywheres near it.
I turned east and follered the rim for about half a mile. Here I come into a old wagon road which was jest about growed up with saplings now, but it run down into a ravine into the bed of the canyon, and they was a bridge acrost the river which had been built during the days of the gold rush. Most of it had done been washed away by head-rises, but a man could still ride a hoss acrost what was left. So I done so, and rode up a ravine on the other side, and come out on high ground again.
I"d rode a few hundred yards past the mouth of the ravine when somebody said: "Hey!" and I wheeled with both guns in my hands. Out of the bresh sa"ntered a tall gent in a long frock tail coat and broad-brimmed hat.
"Who air you and what the h.e.l.l you mean by hollerin" "Hey!" at me?"I demanded courteously, p"inting my guns at him. A Elkins is always perlite.
"I am the Reverant Rembrandt Brockton, my good man," says he. "I am on my way to Teton Gulch to unite my niece and a young man of that camp in the bonds of holy matrimony."
"The he -- you don"t say!" I says. "Afoot?"
"I alit from the stagecoach at -- ah -- Hades-Wind Pa.s.s," says he. "Some very agreeable cowboys happened to be awaiting the stage there, and they offered to escort me to Teton."
"How come you knowed yore niece was wantin" to be united in acrimony?" I ast.
"The cowpersons informed me that such was the case," says he.
"Where-at are they now? "I next inquore.
"The mount with which they supplied me went lame a little while ago," says he. "They left me here while they went to procure another from a nearby ranch-house."
"I dunno who"d have a ranch anywheres around near here," I muttered. "They ain"t got much sense leavin" you here by yore high lonesome."
"You mean to imply there is danger?" says he, blinking mildly at me.
"These here mountains is lousy with outlaws which would as soon kyarve a preacher"s gullet as anybody"s," I said, and then I thought of something else. "Hey!" I says. "I thought the stage didn"t come through the Pa.s.s till sundown?"
"Such was the case," says he. "But the schedule has been altered."
"Heck!" I says. "I was aimin" to put this here gold on it which my saddle-bags is full of. Now I"ll have to take it back to Teton with me. Well, I"ll bring it out tomorrer and catch the stage then. Brother Rembrandt, I"m Breckinridge Elkins of Bear Creek, and I come out here to meet you and escort you back to the Gulch, so"s you can unite yore niece and Blink Wiltshaw in the holy bounds of alimony. Come on. We"ll ride double."
"But I must await my cowboy friends!" he said. "Ah, here they come now!"
I looked over to the east, and seen about fifteen men ride into sight and move towards us. One was leading a hoss without no saddle onto it.
"Ah, my good friends!" beamed Brother Rembrandt. "They have procured a mount for me, even as they promised."
He hauled a saddle out of the bresh, and says: "Would you please saddle my horse for me when they get here? I should be delighted to hold your rifle while you did so."
I started to hand him my Winchester, when the snap of a twig under a hoss"s hoof made me whirl quick. A feller had jest rode out of a thicket about a hundred yards south of me, and he was raising a Winchester to his shoulder. I recognized him instantly. If us Bear Creek folks didn"t have eyes like a hawk, we"d never live to get growed. It was Jake Roman!
Our Winchesters banged together. His lead fanned my ear and mine knocked him end-ways out of his saddle.
"Cowboys, h.e.l.l!" I roared. "Them"s Harrison"s outlaws! I"ll save you, Brother Rembrandt!"
I swooped him up with one arm and gouged Cap"n Kidd with the spurs and he went from there like a thunderbolt with its tail on fire. Them outlaws come on with wild yells. I ain"t in the habit of running from people, but I was afeared they might do the Reverant harm if it come to a close fight, and if he stopped a chunk of lead, Blink might not get to marry his niece, and might get disgusted and go back to War Paint and start sparking Dolly Rixby again.
I was heading for the canyon, aiming to make a stand in the ravine if I had to, and them outlaws was killing their hosses trying to get to the bend of the trail ahead of me, and cut me off. Cap"n Kidd was running with his belly to the ground, but I"ll admit Brother Rembrandt warn"t helping me much. He was laying acrost my saddle with his arms and laigs waving wildly because I hadn"t had time to set him comfortable, and when the horn jobbed him in the belly he uttered some words I wouldn"t of expected to hear spoke by a minister of the gospel.
Guns begun to crack and lead hummed past us, and Brother Rembrandt twisted his head around and screamed: "Stop that -- shootin", you -- sons of -- ! You"ll hit me!"
I thought it was kind of selfish from Brother Rembrandt not to mention me, too, but I said: ""Tain"t no use to remonstrate with them skunks, Reverant. They ain"t got no respeck for a preacher even."
But to my amazement, the shooting did stop, though them bandits yelled louder"n ever and flogged their cayuses harder. But about that time I seen they had me cut off from the lower canyon crossing, so I wrenched Cap"n Kidd into the old Injun track and headed straight for the canyon rim as hard as he could hammer, with the bresh lashing and snapping around us, and slapping Brother Rembrandt in the face when it whipped back. Them outlaws yelled and wheeled in behind us, but Cap"n Kidd drawed away from them with every stride, and the canyon rim loomed jest ahead of us.
"Pull up, you jack-eared son of Baliol!" howled Brother Rembrandt. "You"ll go over the edge!"
"Be at ease, Reverant," I rea.s.sured him. "We"re goin" over the log."
"Lord have mercy on my soul!" he squalled, and shet his eyes and grabbed a stirrup leather with both hands, and then Cap"n Kidd went over that log like thunder rolling on Jedgment Day.
I doubt if they is another hoss west of the Pecos, or east of it either, which would bolt out onto a log foot-bridge acrost a canyon a hundred and fifty foot deep like that, but they ain"t nothing in this world Cap"n Kidd"s scairt of except maybe me. He didn"t slacken his speed none. He streaked acrost that log like it was a quarter-track, with the bark and splinters flying from under his hoofs, and if one foot had slipped a inch, it would of been Sally bar the door. But he didn"t slip, and we was over and on the other side almost before you could catch yore breath.
"You can open yore eyes now, Brother Rembrandt," I said kindly, but he didn"t say nothing. He"d fainted. I shaken him to wake him up, and in a flash he come to and give a shriek and grabbed my laig like a b"ar trap. I reckon he thought we was still on the log. I was trying to pry him loose when Cap"n Kidd chose that moment to run under a low-hanging oak tree limb. That"s his idee of a joke. That there hoss has got a great sense of humor.
I looked up jest in time to see the limb coming, but not in time to dodge it. It was as big around as my thigh, and it took me smack acrost the wish-bone. We was going full-speed, and something had to give way. It was the girths -- both of "em. Cap"n Kidd went out from under me, and me and Brother Rembrandt and the saddle hit the ground together.
I jumped up but Brother Rembrandt laid there going: "Wug wug wug!" like water running out of a busted jug. And then I seen them cussed outlaws had dismounted off of their hosses and was coming acrost the bridge single file on foot, with their Winchesters in their hands.
I didn"t waste no time shooting them misguided idjits. I run to the end of the foot-bridge, ignoring the slugs they slung at me. It was purty pore shooting, because they warn"t sh.o.r.e of their footing, and didn"t aim good. So I only got one bullet in the hind laig and was creased three or four other unimportant places -- not enough to bother about.
I bent my knees and got hold of the end of the tree and heaved up with it, and them outlaws hollered and fell along it like ten pins, and dropped their Winchesters and grabbed holt of the log. I given it a shake and shook some of "em off like persimmons off a limb after a frost, and then I swung the b.u.t.t around clear of the rim and let go, and it went down end over end into the river a hundred and fifty feet below, with a dozen men still hanging onto it and yelling blue murder.
A regular geyser of water splashed up when they hit, and the last I seen of "em they was all swirling down the river together in a thrashing tangle of arms and laigs and heads.
I remembered Brother Rembrandt and run back to where he"d fell, but he was already on his feet. He was kind of pale and wild-eyed and his laigs kept bending under him, but he had hold of the saddle-bags, and was trying to drag "em into a thicket, mumbling kind of dizzily to hisself.
"It"s all right now, Brother Rembrandt," I said kindly. "Them outlaws is all horse-de-combat now, as the French say. Blink"s gold is safe."
"----" says Brother Rembrandt, pulling two guns from under his coat tails, and if I hadn"t grabbed him, he would of ondoubtedly shot me. We ra.s.sled around and I protested: "Hold on, Brother Rembrandt! I ain"t no outlaw. I"m yore friend, Breckinridge Elkins. Don"t you remember?"
His only reply was a promise to eat my heart without no seasoning, and he then sunk his teeth into my ear and started to chaw it off, whilst gouging for my eyes with both thumbs, and spurring me severely in the hind laigs. I seen he was out of his head from fright and the fall he got, so I said sorrerfully: "Brother Rembrandt, I hates to do this. It hurts me more"n it does you, but we cain"t waste time like this. Blink is waitin" to git married." And with a sigh I busted him over the head with the b.u.t.t of my six-shooter, and he fell over and twitched a few times and then lay limp.
"Pore Brother Rembrandt," I sighed sadly. "All I hope is I ain"t addled yore brains so"s you"ve forgot the weddin" ceremony."
So as not to have no more trouble with him when, and if, he come to, I tied his arms and laigs with pieces of my lariat, and taken his weppins which was most surprising arms for a circuit rider. His pistols had the triggers out of "em, and they was three notches on the b.u.t.t of one, and four on t"other"n. Moreover he had a bowie knife in his boot, and a deck of marked kyards and a pair of loaded dice in his hip-pocket. But that warn"t none of my business.
About the time I finished tying him up, Cap"n Kidd come back to see if he"d kilt me or jest crippled me for life. To show him I could take a joke too, I give him a kick in the belly, and when he could get his breath again, and ondouble hisself, I throwed the saddle on him. I spliced the girths with the rest of my lariat, and put Brother Rembrandt in the saddle and clumb on behind and we headed for Teton Gulch.
After a hour or so Brother Rembrandt come to and says kind of dizzily: "Was anybody saved from the typhoon?"
"Yo"re all right, Brother Rembrandt," I a.s.sured him. "I"m takin" you to Teton Gulch."
"I remember," he muttered. "It all comes back to me. d.a.m.n Jake Roman! I thought it was a good idea, but it seems I was mistaken. I thought we had an ordinary human being to deal with. I know when I"m licked. I"ll give you a thousand dollars to let me go."
"Take it easy, Brother Rembrandt," I soothed, seeing he was still delirious. "We"ll be to Teton in no time."
"I don"t want to go to Teton!" he hollered.
"You got to," I told him. "You got to unite yore niece and Blink Wiltshaw in the holy b.u.ms of parsimony."
"To h.e.l.l with Blink Wiltshaw and my -- niece!" he yelled.
"You ought to be ashamed usin" sech langwidge, and you a minister of the gospel," I reproved him sternly. His reply would of curled a Piute"s hair.
I was so scandalized I made no reply. I was jest fixing to untie him, so"s he could ride more comfortable, but I thought if he was that crazy, I better not. So I give no heed to his ravings which growed more and more unbearable as we progressed. In all my born days I never seen sech a preacher.
It was sure a relief to me to sight Teton at last. It was night when we rode down the ravine into the Gulch, and the dance halls and saloons was going full blast. I rode up behind the Yaller Dawg Saloon and hauled Brother Rembrandt off with me and sot him onto his feet, and he said, kind of despairingly: "For the last time, listen to reason. I"ve got fifty thousand dollars cached up in the hills. I"ll give you every cent if you"ll untie me."
"I don"t want no money," I said. "All I want is for you to marry yore niece and Blink Wiltshaw. I"ll untie you then."
"All right," he said. "All right! But untie me now!"
I was jest fixing to do it, when the bar-keep come out with a lantern, and he shone it on our faces and said in a startled tone: "Who the h.e.l.l is that with you, Elkins?"
"You wouldn"t never suspect it from his langwidge," I says, "but it"s the Reverant Rembrandt Brockton."
"Are you crazy?" says the bar-keep. "That"s Rattle snake Harrison!"