"I reckon not. This ain"t the track of his big bay. Must "a" been yesterday, too, because it rained the night before."
For some hours they could see occasionally the tracks of the two horses, but eventually lost them where two trails forked.
"Taking the Sweet.w.a.ter cutout to the b.u.t.te, I reckon," Howard surmised.
They traveled all day, except for a stop about ten o"clock for breakfast, and another late in the afternoon, to rest the horses. At night, they put up at a ranch house, and were in the saddle again early in the morning. Before noon, they struck a telephone line, and Fraser called up Brandt at a ranch.
"h.e.l.lo! This Sheriff Brandt? Lieutenant Fraser, of the Texas Rangers, is talking. I"m on my way to town with a prisoner. We"re at Christy"s, now.
There will, perhaps, be an attempt to take him from us. I"ll explain the circ.u.mstances later.... Yes.... Yes.... We can hold him, I think, but there may be trouble.... Yes, that"s it. We have no legal right to detain him, I suppose.... That"s what I was going to suggest. Better send about four men to meet us. We"ll come in on the Blasted Pine road.
About nine to-night, I should think."
As they rode easily along the dusty road, the Texan explained his plan to his friends.
"We don"t want any trouble with Yorky"s crowd. We ain"t any of us deputies, and my commission doesn"t run in Wyoming, of course. My notion is to lie low in the hills two or three hours this afternoon, and give Brandt a chance to send his men out to meet us. The responsibility will be on them, and we can be sworn in as deputies, too."
They rested in a gra.s.sy draw, about fifteen miles from town, and took the trail again shortly after dark. It was an hour later that Fraser, who had an extraordinary quick ear, heard the sound of men riding toward them. He drew his party quickly into the shadows of the hills, a little distance from the road.
They could hear voices of the advancing party, and presently could make out words.
"I tell you, they"ve got to come in on this road, Slim," one of the men was saying dogmatically. "We"re bound to meet up with them. That"s all there is to it."
"Yorky," whispered Howard, in the ranger"s ear.
They rode past in pairs, six of them in all. As chance would have it, Siegfried"s pony, perhaps recognizing a friend among those pa.s.sing, nickered shrilly its greeting. Instantly, the riders drew up.
"Where did that come from?" Yorky asked, in a low voice.
"From over to the right. I see men there now See! Up against that hill."
Slim pointed toward the group in the shadow.
Yorky hailed them. "That you, Sig?"
"Yuh bane von good guesser," answered the Norwegian.
"How many of you are there?"
"Four, Yorky," Fraser replied.
"There are six of us. We"ve got you outnumbered, boys."
Very faintly there came to the lieutenant the beat of horses" feet. He sparred for time.
"What do you want, Yorky?"
"You know what we want. That murderer you"ve got there--that"s what we want."
"We"re taking him in to be tried, Yorky. Justice will be done to him."
"Not at Gimlet b.u.t.te it won"t. No jury will convict him for killing Jed Briscoe, from Lost Valley. We"re going to hang him, right now."
"You"ll have to fight for him, my friend, and before you do that I want you to understand the facts."
"We understand all the facts we need to, right now."
The lieutenant rode forward alone. He knew that soon they too would hear the rhythmic beat of the advancing posse.
"We"ve got all night to settle this, boys. Let"s do what is fair and square. That"s all I ask."
"Now you"re shouting, lieutenant. That"s all we ask."
"It depends on what you mean by fair and square," another one spoke up.
The ranger nodded amiably at him. "That you, Harris? Well, let"s look at the facts right. Here"s Lost Valley, that"s had a bad name ever since it was inhabited. Far as I can make out its settlers are honest men, regarded outside as miscreants. Just as folks were beginning to forget it, comes the Squaw Creek raid. Now, I"m not going into that, and I"m not going to say a word against the man that lies dead up in the hills.
But I"ll say this: His death solves a problem for a good many of the boys up there. I"m going to make it my business to see that the facts are known right down in Gimlet b.u.t.te. I"m going to lift the blame from the boys that were present, and couldn"t help what happened."
Yorky was impressed, but suspicion was not yet banished from his mind.
"You seem to know a lot about it, lieutenant."
"No use discussing that, Yorky. I know what I know. Here"s the great big point: If you lynch the man that shot Jed, the word will go out that the valley is still a nest of lawless outlaws. The story will be that the Squaw Creek raiders and their friends did it. Just as the situation is clearing up nicely, you"ll make it a hundred times worse by seeming to indorse what Jed did on Squaw Creek."
"By thunder, that"s right," Harris blurted.
Fraser spoke again. "Listen, boys. Do you hear horses galloping? That is Sheriff Brandt"s deputies, coming to our a.s.sistance. You"ve lost the game, but you can save your faces yet. Join us, and kelp escort the prisoner to town. n.o.body need know why you came out. We"ll put it that it was to guard against a lynching."
The men looked at each other sheepishly. They had been outwitted, and in their hearts were glad of it. Harris turned to the ranger with a laugh. "You"re a good one, Fraser. Kept us here talking, while your reenforcements came up. Well, boys, I reckon we better join the Sunday-school cla.s.s."
So it happened that when Sheriff Brandt and his men came up they found the mountain folk united. He was surprised at the size of the force with the Texan.
"You"re certainly of a cautious disposition, lieutenant. With eight men to help you, I shouldn"t have figured you needed my posse," he remarked.
"It gives you the credit of bringing in the prisoner, sheriff," Steve told him unblushingly, voicing the first explanation that came to his mind.
CHAPTER XVIII -- A WITNESS IN REb.u.t.tAL
Two hours later, Lieutenant Fraser was closeted with Brandt and Hilliard. He told them his story--or as much of it as he deemed necessary. The prosecuting attorney heard him to an end before he gave a short, skeptical laugh.
"It doesn"t seem to me you"ve quite lived up to your reputation, lieutenant," he commented.
"I wasn"t trying to," retorted Steve.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I have told you how I got into the valley. I couldn"t go in there and betray my friends."
Hilliard wagged his fat forefinger. "How about betraying our trust? How about throwing us down? We let you escape, after you had given us your word to do this job, didn"t we?"