"And Siegfried?"
"The Swede won"t trouble you unless this Texan dies. I"ll send you word in time if he does."
Later a skulking shadow sneaked into the corral and out again. Once out of hearing, it leaped to the back of the horse and galloped wildly into the night.
CHAPTER XIV -- HOWARD EXPLAINS
Two hors.e.m.e.n rode into Millikan"s Draw and drew up in front of the big ranch house. To the girl who stepped to the porch to meet them they gave friendly greeting. One of them asked:
"How"re things coming, Arlie?"
"Better and better every day, d.i.c.k. Yesterday the doctor said he was out of danger."
"It"s been a tough fight for Steve," the other broke in. "Proper nursing is what pulled him through. Doc says so."
"Did he say that, Alec? I"ll always think it was doc. He fought for that life mighty hard, boys."
Alec Howard nodded: "Doc Lee"s the stuff. Here he comes now, talking of angels."
Doctor Lee dismounted and grinned. "Which of you lads is she making love to now?"
Arlie laughed. "He can"t understand that I don"t make love to anybody but him," she explained to the younger men.
"She never did to me, doc," d.i.c.k said regretfully.
"No, we were just talking about you, doc."
"Fire ahead, young woman," said the doctor, with a.s.sumed severity. "I"m here to defend myself now."
"Alec was calling you an angel, and I was laughing at him," said the girl demurely.
"An angel--huh!" he snorted.
"I never knew an angel that chewed tobacco, or one that could swear the way you do when you"re mad," continued Arlie.
"I don"t reckon your acquaintance with angels is much greater than mine, Miss Arlie Dillon. How"s the patient?"
"He"s always wanting something to eat, and he"s cross as a bear."
"Good for him! Give him two weeks now and he"ll be ready to whip his weight in wild cats."
The doctor disappeared within, and presently they could hear his loud, cheerful voice pretending to berate the patient.
Arlie sat down on the top step of the porch.
"Boys, I don"t know what I would have done if he had died. It would have been all my fault. I had no business to tell him the names of you boys that rode in the raid, and afterward to tell you that I told him," she accused herself.
"No, you had no business to tell him, though it happens he"s safe as a bank vault," Howard commented.
"I don"t know how I came to do it," the girl continued. "Jed had made me suspicious of him, and then I found out something fine he had done for me. I wanted him to know I trusted him. That was the first thing I thought of, and I told it. He tried to stop me, but I"m such an impulsive little fool."
"We all make breaks, Arlie. You"ll not do it again, anyhow," France comforted.
Doctor Lee presently came out and p.r.o.nounced that the wounded man was doing well. "Wants to see you boys. Don"t stay more than half an hour.
If they get in your way, sweep "em out, Arlie."
The cowpunchers entered the sick room with the subdued, gingerly tread of professional undertakers.
"I ain"t so had as that yet, boys," the patient laughed. "You"re allowed to speak above a whisper. Doc thinks I"ll last till night, mebbe, if I"m careful."
They told him all the gossip of the range--how young Ford had run off with Sallie Laundon and got married to her down at the b.u.t.te; how Siegfried had gone up and down the valley swearing he would clean out Jack Rabbit Run if Steve died; how Johnson had had another row with Jed and had chosen to take water rather than draw. Both of his visitors, however, had something on their minds they found some difficulty in expressing.
Alec Howard finally broached it.
"Arlie told you the names of some of the boys that were in the Squaw Creek sheep raid. She made a mistake in telling you anything, but we"ll let that go in the discard. It ain"t necessary that you should know the names of the others, but I"m going to tell you one of them, Steve."
"No, I don"t want to know."
"This is my say-so. His name is Alec Howard."
"I"m sorry to hear that, Alec. I don"t know why you have told me."
"Because I want you to know the facts of that raid, Steve. No killing was on the program. That came about in a way none of us could foresee."
"This is how it was, Steve," explained d.i.c.k. "Word came that Campeau was going to move his sheep into the Squaw Creek district. Sheep never had run there. It was understood the range there was for our cattle. We had set a dead line, and warned them not to cross it. Naturally, it made us sore when we heard about Campeau.
"So some of us gathered together hastily and rode over. Our intentions were declared. We meant to drive the sheep back and patrol the dead line. It was solemnly agreed that there was to be no shooting, not even of sheep."
The story halted here for a moment before Howard took it up again.
"Things don"t always come out the way you figure them. We didn"t antic.i.p.ate any trouble. We outnumbered them two to one. We had the advantage of the surprise. You couldn"t guess that for anything but a cinch, could you?"
"And it turned out different?"
"One of us stumbled over a rock as we were creeping forward. Campeau heard us and drew. The first shot came from them. Now, I"m going to tell you something you"re to keep under your own hat. It will surprise you a heap when I tell you that one man on our side did all the damage. He was at the haid of the line, and it happens he is a dead shot. He is liable to rages, when he acts like a crazy man. He got one now. Before we could put a stopper on him, he had killed Campeau and Jennings, and wounded the herders. The whole thing was done before you could wink an eye six times. For just about that long we stood there like roped calves.
Then we downed the man in his tracks, slammed him with the b.u.t.t of a revolver."
Howard stopped and looked at the ranger before he spoke again. His voice was rough and hoa.r.s.e.
"Steve, I"ve seen men killed before, but I never saw anything so awful as that. It was just like they had been struck by lightning for suddenness. There was that devil scattering death among them and the poor fellows crumpling up like rabbits. I tell you every time I think of it the thing makes me sick."
The ranger nodded. He understood. The picture rose before him of a man in a Berserk rage, stark mad for the moment, playing Destiny on that lonely, moonlit hill. The face his instinct fitted to the irresponsible murderer was that of Jed Briscoe. Somehow he was sure of that, beyond the shadow of a doubt. His imagination conceived that long ride back across the hills, the deep agonies of silence, the fierce moments of vindictive accusation. No doubt for long the tug of conscience was with them in all their waking hours, for these men were mostly simple-minded cattlemen caught in the web of evil chance.
"That"s how it was, Steve. In as long as it takes to empty a Winchester, we were every one of us guilty of a murder we"d each have given a laig to have stopped. We were all in it, all tied together, because we had broke the law to go raiding in the first place. Technically, the man that emptied that rifle wasn"t any more guilty than us poor wretches that stood frozen there while he did it. Put it that we might shave the gallows, even then the penitentiary would bury us. There was only one thing to do. We agreed to stand together, and keep mum."
"Is that why you"re telling me, Alec?" Fraser smiled.