Well, I didn"t think anybody could build anything in a night and a day which could hold me, but I didn"t have no thought of trying to break out. I didn"t have the heart. All I could think of was the way pap and my uncles had rode off and left me disowned and arrested.
I went in like he told me, and sot down on the bunk, and heard "em barring the door on the outside. They was fellers holding torches outside, and the light come in at the winder so I could see it was a good strong jail. They was jest one room, with a door towards the town and a winder in the other side. It had a floor made out of logs, and the roof and walls was made out of heavy logs, and they was a big log at each corner sot in concrete, which was something new in them mountains, and the concrete wasn"t dry yet. The bars in the winder was thick as a man"s wrist, and drove clean through the sill and lintel logs and the ends clinched, and c.h.i.n.ks betwixt the logs was tamped in with concrete. The door was made outa sawed planks four inches thick and braced with iron, and the hinges was big iron pins working in heavy iron sockets, and they was a big lock onto the door and three big bars made outa logs sot in heavy iron brackets.
Everybody outside was jammed around the winder trying to look in at me, but I put my head in my hands and paid no attention to "em. I was trying to think but everything kept going round and round. Then the sheriff chased everybody away except them he told off to stay there and guard the jail, and he put his head to the bars and said: "Elkins, it"ll go easier with you, maybe, if you"ll tell us where you hid that there gold."
"When I do," I said gloomily, "there"ll be ice in h.e.l.l thick enough for the devil to skate on."
"All right," he snapped. "If you want to be stubborn. You"ll git twenty years for this, or I miss my guess."
"Gwan," I said, "and leave me to my misery. What"s a prison term to a man which has jest been disowned by his own blood-kin?"
He pulled back from the winder and I heard him say to somebody: "It ain"t no use. Them Bear Creek devils are the most uncivilized white men I ever seen in my life. You cain"t do nothin" with one of "em. I"m goin" to send some men back to look for the gold around that creek we found him climbin" out of. I got a idee he hid it in a holler tree somewheres. He"s that much like a b"ar. Likely he hid it and then run and got in the creek jest to throw us off the scent. Thought he"d make us think he hid it on t"other side of the creek. I bet he hid it in a tree this side somewheres.
"I"m goin" to git some food and some sleep. I didn"t git to bed at all last night. You fellers watch him clost, and if folks git too rambunctious around the jail, call me quick."
"Ain"t n.o.body around the jail now," said a familiar voice.
"I know," says the sheriff. "They"re back in town lickerin" up at all the bars. But Elkins is got plenty of enemies here, and they ain"t no tellin" what might bust loose before mornin"."
I heard him leave, and then they was silence, except for some men whispering off somewheres nearby but talking too low for me to make out what they was saying. I could hear noises coming from the town, s.n.a.t.c.hes of singing, and a occasional yell, but no pistol-shooting like they usually is. The jail was on the aidge of town, and the winder looked in the other direction, acrost a narrer clearing with thick woods bordering it.
Purty soon a man come and stuck his head up to the winder and I seen by the starlight that it was Wild Bill Donovan.
"Well, Elkins," says he, "you think you"ve finally found a jail which can hold you?"
"What you doin" hangin" around here?" I muttered.
He patted his shotgun and said: "Me and four of my friends has been app"inted special guards. But I tell you what I"ll do. I hate to see a man down and out like you be, and booted out by his own family and sh.o.r.e to do at least fifteen years in the pen. You tell me where you hid that there gold, and give me Cap"n Kidd, and I"ll contrive to let you escape before mornin". I got a fast hoss hid out there in the thickets, right over yonder, see? You can fork that hoss and be gone outa the country before the sheriff could catch you. All you got to do is give me Cap"n Kidd, and that gold. What you say?"
"I wouldn"t give you Cap"n Kidd," I said, "not if they was goin" to hang me."
"Well," he sneered, ""tain"t none too sh.o.r.e they ain"t. They"s plenty of rope-law talk in town tonight. Folks are purty well wrought up over you shootin" old Jim Harrigan."
"I didn"t shoot him, d.a.m.n yore soul!" I said.
"You"ll have a h.e.l.l of a time provin" it," says he, and turnt around and walked around towards the other end of the jail with his shotgun under his arm.
Well, I dunno how long I sot there with my head in my hands and jest suffered. Noises from the town seemed dim and far off. I didn"t care if they come and lynched me before morning, I was that low-spirited. I would of bawled if I could of worked up enough energy, but I was too low for that even.
Then somebody says: "Breckinridge!" and I looked up and seen Glory McGraw looking in at the winder with the rising moon behind her.
"Go ahead and t"ant me," I said numbly. "Everything else has happened to me. You might as well, too."
"I ain"t goin" to t"ant you!" she said fiercely. "I come here to help you, and I aim to, no matter what you says!"
"You better not let Donovan see you talkin" to me," I says.
"I done seen him," she said. "He didn"t want to let me come to the winder, but I told him I"d go to the sheriff for permission if he didn"t, so he said he"d let me talk ten minutes. Listen: did he offer to help you escape if you"d do somethin" for him?"
"Yeah," I said. "Why?"
She ground her teeth slightly.
"I thought so!" says she. "The dirty rat! I come through the woods, and snuck on foot the last few hundred feet to git a look at the jail before I come out in the open. They"s a hoss tied out there in the thickets and a man hidin" behind a log right nigh it with a sawed-off shotgun. Donovan"s always hated you, ever since you taken Cap"n Kidd away from him. He aimed to git you shot whilst tryin" to escape. When I seen that ambush I jest figgered on somethin" like that."
"How"d you git here?" I ast, seeing she seemed to really mean what she said about helping me.
"I follered the posse and yore kinfolks when they came down from Bear Creek," she said. "I kept to the bresh on my pony, and was within hearin" when they stopped you on the trail. After everybody had left I went and caught Cap"n Kidd, and -- "
"_You_ caught Cap"n Kidd!" I said in dumbfoundment.
"Certainly," says she. "Hosses has frequently got more sense than men. He"d come back to the creek where he"d saw you last and looked like he was plumb broken-hearted because he couldn"t find you. I turnt the pony loose and started him home, and I come on to Chawed Ear on Cap"n Kidd."
"Well, I"m a saw-eared jackrabbit!" I said helplessly.
"Hosses knows who their friends is," says she. "Which is more"n I can say for some men. Breckinridge, pull out of this! Tear this blame jail apart and le"s take to the hills! Cap"n Kidd"s waitin" out there behind that big clump of oaks. They"ll never catch you!"
"I ain"t got the strength, Glory," I said helplessly. "My strength has oozed out of me like licker out of a busted jug. What"s the use to bust jail, even if I could? I"m a marked man, and a broken man. My own kin has throwed me down. I got no friends."
"You have, too!" she said fiercely. "_I_ ain"t throwed you down. I"m standin" by you till h.e.l.l freezes!"
"But folks thinks I"m a thief and a liar!" I says, about ready to weep.
"What I care what they thinks?" says she. "If you _was_ all them things, I"d still stand by you! But you ain"t, and I know it!"
For a second I couldn"t see her because my sight got blurry, but I groped and found her hand tense on the winder bar, and I said: "Glory, I dunno what to say. I been a fool, and thought hard things about you, and -- "
"Forgit it," says she. "Listen: if you won"t bust out of here, we got to prove to them fools that you didn"t rob that stage. And we got to do it quick, because them strangers Hurley and Jackson and Slade air in town circulatin" around through the bars and stirrin" them fool Chawed Ear folks up to lynchin" you. A mob"s liable to come bustin" out of town any minute. Won"t you tell me where you got that there gold they found in yore saddle-bags? _I_ know you never stole it, but if you was to tell me, it might help us."
I shaken my head helplessly.
"I cain"t tell you," I said. "Not even you. I promised not to. A Elkins cain"t break his word."
"Ha!" says she. "Listen: did some stranger meet you and give you that poke of gold to give to his starvin" wife and chillern, and make you promise not to tell n.o.body where you got it, because his life was in danger?"
"Why, how"d you know?" I exclaimed in amazement.
"So that _was_ it!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down in her excitement. "How"d I know? Because I know you, you big bone-headed mush-hearted chump! Lissen: don"t you see how they worked you? This was a put-up job.
"Jugbelly got you off and made you drink so"s you"d be outa the way and couldn"t prove no alibi. Then somebody that looked like you robbed the stage and shot old man Harrigan in the laig jest to make the crime wuss. Then this feller what"s-his-name give you the money so they"d find it onto you!"
"It looks sensible!" I said dizzily.
"It"s bound to be!" says she. "Now all we got to do is find Jugbelly and the feller which give you the gold, and the bay mare the robber rode. But first we got to find a man which has got it in for you enough to frame you like that."
"That"s a big order," I says. "Nevada"s full of gents which would give their eye-teeth to do me a injury."
"A big man," she mused. "Big enough to be mistook for you, with his head shaved, and ridin" a big bay mare. Hmmmmm! A man which hates you enough to do anything to you, and is got sense enough to frame somethin" like this!"
And jest then Wild Bill Donovan come around the corner of the jail with his shotgun under his arm.
"You"ve talked to that jail-bird long enough, gal," he says. "You better pull out. The noise is gettin" louder all the time in town, and it wouldn"t surprise me to see quite a bunch of folks comin" to the jail before long -- with a necktie for yore friend there."
"And I bet you"ll plumb risk yore life defendin" him," she sneered.
He laughed and taken off his sombrero and run his fingers through his thick black locks.
"I don"t aim to git none of my valuable gore spilt over a stagecoach robber," says he. "But I like yore looks, gal. Why you want to waste yore time with a feller like that when they is a man like me around, I dunno! His head looks like a peeled onion! The hair won"t never git no chance to grow out, neither, "cause he"s goin" to git strung up before it has time. Whyn"t you pick out a handsome _hombre_ like me, which has got a growth of hair as is hair?"
"He got his hair burnt off tryin" to save a human life," says she. "Somethin" that ain"t been said of you, you big monkey!"
"Haw haw haw!" says he. "Ain"t you got the s.p.u.n.k, though! That"s the way I like gals."
"You might not like me so much," says she suddenly, "if I told you I"d found that big bay mare you rode last night!"
He started like he was shot and blurted out: "Yo"re lyin"! n.o.body could find her where I hid her -- "
He checked hisself sudden, but Glory give a yelp.
"_I thought so!_ It was you!" And before he could stop her she grabbed his black locks and yanked. And his sculp come off in her hands and left his head as bare as what mine was!
"A wig jest like I thought!" she shrieked. "You robbed that stage! You shaved yore head to look like Breckinridge -- " He grabbed her and clapped his hand over her mouth, and yelped: "Joe! Tom! Buck!" And at the sight of Glory struggling in his grasp I snapped them handcuffs like they was rotten cords and laid hold of them winder bars and tore "em out. The logs they was sot in split like kindling wood and I come smashing through that winder like a b"ar through a chicken coop. Donovan let go of Glory and grabbed up his shotgun to blow my head off, but she grabbed the barrel and throwed all her weight onto it, so he couldn"t bring it to bear on me, and my feet hit the ground jest as three of his pals come surging around the corner of the jail.
They was so surprised to see me out, and going so fast they couldn"t stop and they run right into me and I gathered "em to my bosom and you ought to of heard the bones crack and snap. I jest hugged the three of "em together onst and then throwed "em in all direction like a b"ar ridding hisself of a pack of hounds. Two of "em fractured their skulls agen the jail-house and t"other broke his laig on a stump.
Meanwhile Donovan had let loose of his shotgun and run for the woods and Glory scrambled up onto her feet with the shotgun and let _bam_ at him, but he was so far away by that time all she done was sting his hide with the shot. But he hollered tremendous jest the same. I started to run after him, but Glory grabbed me.
"He"s headed for that hoss I told you about!" she panted. "Git Cap"n Kidd! We"ll have to be a-hoss-back if we catch him!"
_Bang!_ went a shotgun in the thickets, and Donovan"s maddened voice yelled: "Stop that, you cussed fool! This ain"t Elkins! It"s me! The game"s up! We got to shift!"
"Lemme ride with you!" hollered another voice, which I reckoned was the feller Donovan had planted to shoot me if I agreed to try to escape. "My hoss is on the other side of the jail!"
"Git off, blast you!" snarled Donovan. "This boss won"t carry double!" _Wham!_ I jedged he"d hit his pal over the head with his six-shooter. "I owe you that for fillin" my hide with buckshot, you blame fool!" Donovan roared as he went crashing off into the bresh.
By this time we"d reched the oaks Cap"n Kidd was tied behind, and I swung up into the saddle and Glory jumped up behind me.
"I"m goin" with you!" says she. "Don"t argy! Git, goin"!"
I headed for the thickets Donovan had disappeared into, and jest inside of "em we seen a feller sprawled on the ground with a shotgun in his hand and his sculp split open. Even in the midst of my righteous wrath I had a instant of ca"m and serene joy as I reflected that Donovan had got sprinkled with buckshot by the feller who evidently mistook him for me. The deeds of the wicked sure do return onto "em.
Donovan had took straight out through the bresh, and left gaps in the bushes a blind man could foller. We could hear his hoss crashing through the timber ahead of us, and then purty soon the smashing stopped but we could hear the hoofs lickety-split on hard ground, so I knowed he"d come out into a path, and purty soon so did we. Moonlight hit down into it, but it was winding so we couldn"t see very far ahead, but the hoof-drumming warn"t pulling away from us, and we knowed we was closing in onto him. He was riding a fast critter but I knowed Cap"n Kidd would run it off its fool laigs within the next mile.
Then we seen a small clearing ahead and a cabin in it with candle-light coming through the winders, and Donovan busted out of the trees and jumped off his hoss which bolted into the bresh. Donovan run to the door and yelled: "Lemme in, you d.a.m.n" fools! The game"s up and Elkins is right behind me!"
The door opened and he fell in onto his all-fours and yelled: "Shet the door and bolt it! I don"t believe even he can bust it down!" And somebody else hollered: "Blow out the candles! There he is at the aidge of the trees."
Guns began to crack and bullets whizzed past me, so I backed Cap"n Kidd back into cover and jumped off and picked up a big log which warn"t rotten yet, and run out of the clearing and made towards the door. This surprised the men in the cabin, and only one man shot at me and he hit the log. The next instant I hit the door -- or rather I hit the door with the log going full clip and the door splintered and ripped offa the hinges and crashed inwards, and three or four men got pinned under it and yelled b.l.o.o.d.y murder.
I lunged into the cabin over the rooins of the door and the candles was all out, but a little moonlight streamed in and showed me three or four vague figgers before me. They was all shooting at me but it was so dark in the cabin they couldn"t see to aim good and only nicked me in a few unimportant places. So I went for them and got both arms full of human beings and started sweeping the floor with "em. I felt several fellers underfoot because they hollered when I tromped on "em, and every now and then I felt somebody"s head with my foot and give it a good rousing kick. I didn"t know who I had hold of because the cabin was so full of gunpowder smoke by this time that the moon didn"t do much good. But none of the fellers was big enough to be Donovan, and them I stomped on didn"t holler like him, so I started clearing house by heaving "em one by one through the door, and each time I throwed one they was a resounding _whack!_ outside that I couldn"t figger out till I realized that Glory was standing outside with a club and knocking each one in the head as he come out.
Then the next thing I knowed the cabin was empty, except for me and a figger which was dodging back and forth in front of me trying to get past me to the door. So I laid hands onto it and heaved it up over my head and started to throw it through the door when it hollered: "Quarter, my t.i.tanic friend, quarter! I surrenders and demands to be treated as a prisoner of war!"
"_Jugbelly Judkins!"_ I says.
"The same," says he, "or what"s left of him!"
"Come out here where I can talk to you!" I roared, and groped my way out of the door with him. As I emerged I got a awful lick over the head, and then Glory give a shriek like a stricken elk.
"Oh, Breckinridge!" she wailed. "I didn"t know it war you!"
"Never mind!" I says, brandishing my victim before her. "I got my alerbi right here by the neck! _Jugbelly Judkins_," I says sternly, clapping him onto his feet and waving a enormous fist under his snoot, "if you values yore immortal soul, speak up and tell where I was all last night!"
"Drinkin" licker with me a mile off the Bear Creek trail," gasps he, staring wildly about at the figgers which littered the ground in front of the cabin. "I confesses all! Lead me to the bastile! My sins has catched up with me. I"m a broken man. Yet I am but a tool in the hands of a master mind, same as these misguided sons of crime which lays there -- "
"One of "em"s tryin" to crawl off," quoth Glory, fetching the aforesaid critter a clout on the back of the neck with her club. He fell on his belly and howled in a familiar voice.
I started vi"lently and bent over to look close at him.
"j.a.phet Jalatin!" I hollered. "You cussed thief, you lied to me about yore wife starvin"!"
"If he told you he had a wife it was a gross understatement," says Jugbelly. "He"s got three that I know of, includin" a Piute squaw, a Mexican woman, and a Chinee gal in San Francisco. But to the best of my knowledge they"re all fat and hearty."
"I have been took for a cleanin" proper," I roared, gnashing my teeth. "I"ve been played for a sucker! My trustin" nature has been tromped on! My faith in humanity is soured! Nothin" but blood can wipe out I this here infaminy!"
"Don"t take it out on us," begged j.a.phet. "It war all Donovan"s idee."
"Where"s he?" I yelled, glaring around.
"Knowin" his nature as I does," said Judkins, working his jaw to see if it was broke in more"n one place, "I would sejest that he snuck out the back door whilst the fightin" was goin" on, and is now leggin" it for the corral he"s got hid in the thicket behind the cabin, where he secreted the bay mare he rode the night he held up the stagecoach."
Glory pulled a pistol out of one of "em"s belt which he"d never got a chance to use, and she says: "Go after him, Breck. I"ll take care of these coyotes!"
I taken one look at the groaning rooins on the ground, and decided she could all right, so I whistled to Cap"n Kidd, and he come, for a wonder. I forked him and headed for the thicket behind the cabin and jest as I done so I seen Donovan streaking it out the other side on a big bay mare. The moon made everything as bright as day.
"Stop and fight like a man, you mangy polecat!" I thundered, but he made no reply except to shoot at me with his six-shooter, and seeing I ignored this, he spurred the mare which he was riding bareback and headed for the high hills.
She was a good mare, but she didn"t have a chance agen Cap"n Kidd. We was only a few hundred feet behind and closing in fast when Donovan busted out onto a bare ridge which overlooked a valley. He looked back and seen I was going to ride him down within the next hundred yards, and he jumped offa the mare and taken cover behind a pine which stood by itself a short distance from the aidge of the bresh. They warn"t no bushes around it, and to rech him I"d of had to cross a open s.p.a.ce in the moonlight, and every time I come out of the bresh he shot at me. So I kept in the aidge of the bresh and unslung my lariat and roped the top of the pine, and sot Cap"n Kid agen it with all his lungs and weight, and tore it up by the roots.
When it fell and left Donovan without no cover he run for the rim of the valley, but I jumped down and grabbed a rock about the size of a man"s head and throwed it at him, and hit him jest above the knee on the hind laig. He hit the ground rolling and throwed away both of his six-shooters and hollered: "Don"t shoot! I surrenders!"
I quiled my lariat and come up to where he was laying, and says: "Cease that there disgustin" belly-achin". You don"t hear _me_ groanin" like that, do you?"
"Take me to a safe, comfortable jail," says he. "I"m a broken man. My soul is full of remorse and my hide is full of buckshot. My laig is broke and my spirit is crushed. Where"d you git the cannon you shot me with?"
""Twarn"t no cannon," I said with dignity. "I throwed a rock at you."
"But the tree fell!" he says wildly. "Don"t tell me you didn"t do _that_ with artillery!"