"And that"s just why he"s got the coin," said Sandy. "He lives on what would make a dog sick and his whole life he"s been saving every cent he"s made. He gives his wife one dress every three years till she died. That"s how tight he is. But he"s sure got the money. Told everybody his kid run off with all his savings. That"s a lie. His kid didn"t have the guts or the sense to steal even what was coming to him for the work he done for the old miser. Matter of fact, he"s got enough coin saved--all gold--to break the back of a mule. That"s a fact! Never did no investing, but turned everything he made into gold and put it away."
"How do you know?" This from Denver.
"How does a buzzard smell a dead cow?" said Sandy inelegantly. "I ain"t going to tell you how I smell out the facts about money. Wouldn"t be any use to you if you knew the trick. The facts is these: he sold his ranch.
You know that?"
"Sure, we know that."
"And you know he wouldn"t take nothing but gold coin paid down at the house?"
"That so?"
"It sure is! Now the point"s this. He had all his gold in his own private safe at home."
Denver groaned.
"I know, Denver," nodded Sandy. "Easy pickings for you; but I didn"t find all this out till the other day. Never even knew he had a safe in his house. Not till he has "em bring out a truck from town and he ships the safe and everything in it to the bank. You see, he sold out his own place and he"s going to another that he bought down the river. Well, boys, here"s the dodge. That safe of his is in the bank tonight, guarded by old Lewison himself and two gunmen he"s hired for the job. Tomorrow he starts out down the river with the safe on a big wagon, and he"ll have half a dozen guards along with him. Boys, they"s going to be forty thousand dollars in that safe! And the minute she gets out of the county--because old McGuire will guard it to the boundary line--we can lay back in the hills and--"
"You done enough planning, Sandy," broke in Joe Pollard. "You"ve smelled out the loot. Leave it to us to get it. Did you say forty thousand?"
And on every face around the table Terry saw the same hunger and the same yellow glint of the eyes. It would be a big haul, one of the biggest, if not the very biggest, Pollard had ever attempted.
Of the talk that followed, Terry heard little, because he was paying scant attention. He saw Joe Pollard lie back in his chair with squinted eyes and run over a swift description of the country through which the trail of the money would lead. The leader knew every inch of the mountains, it seemed. His memory was better than a map; in it was jotted down every fallen log, every boulder, it seemed. And when his mind was fixed on the best spot for the holdup, he sketched his plan briefly.
To this man and to that, parts were a.s.signed in brief. There would be more to say in the morning about the details. And every man offered suggestions. On only one point were they agreed. This was a sum of money for which they could well afford to spill blood. For such a prize as this they could well risk making the countryside so hot for themselves that they would have to leave Pollard"s house and establish headquarters elsewhere. Two shares to Pollard and one to each of his men, including Sandy, would make the total loot some four thousand dollars and more per man. And in the event that someone fell in the attempt, which was more than probable, the share for the rest would be raised to ten thousand for Pollard and five thousand for each of the rest. Terry saw cold glances pa.s.s the rounds, and more than one dwelt upon him. He was the last to join; if there were to be a death in this affair, he would be the least missed of all.
A sharp order from Pollard terminated the conference and sent his men to bed, with Pollard setting the example. But Terry lingered behind and called back Denver.
"There is one point," he said when they were alone, "that it seems to me the chief has overlooked."
"Talk up, kid," grinned Denver Pete. "I seen you was thinking. It sure does me good to hear you talk. What"s on your mind? Where was Joe wrong?"
"Not wrong, perhaps. But he overlooked this fact: tonight the safe is guarded by three men only; tomorrow it will be guarded by six."
Denver stared, and then blinked.
"You mean, try the safe right in town, inside the old bank? Son, you don"t know the gents in this town. They sleep with a gat under every head and ears that hear a pin drop in the next room--right while they"re snoring. They dream about fighting and they wake up ready to shoot."
Terry smiled at this outburst.
"How long has it been since there was a raid on McGuire"s town?"
"Dunno. Don"t remember anybody being that foolish"
"Then it"s been so long that it"ll give us a chance. It"s been so long that the three men on guard tonight will be half asleep."
"I dunno but you"re right. Why didn"t you speak up in company? I"ll call the chief and--"
"Wait," said Terry, laying a hand on the round, hard-muscled shoulder of the yegg. "I had a purpose in waiting. Seven men are too many to take into a town."
"Eh?"
"Two men might surprise three. But seven men are more apt to be surprised."
"Two ag"in" three ain"t such bad odds, pal. But--the first gun that pops, we"ll have the whole town on our backs."
"Then we"ll have to do it without shooting. You understand, Denver?"
Denver scratched his head. Plainly he was uneasy; plainly, also, he was more and more fascinated by the idea.
"You and me to turn the trick alone?" he whispered out of the side of his mouth in a peculiar, confidentially guilty way that was his when he was excited. "Kid, I begin to hear the old Black Jack talk in you! I begin to hear him talk! I knew it would come!"
CHAPTER 34
An hour"s ride brought them to the environs of the little town. But it was already nearly the middle of night and the village was black; whatever life waked at that hour had been drawn into the vortex of Pedro"s. And Pedro"s was a place of silence. Terry and Denver skirted down the back of the town and saw the broad windows of Pedro"s, against which pa.s.sed a moving silhouette now and again, but never a voice floated out to them.
Otherwise the town was dead. They rode until they were at the other extremity of the main street. Here, according to Denver, was the bank which had never in its entire history been the scene of an attempted raid. They threw the reins of their horses after drawing almost perilously close.
"Because if we get what we want," said Terry, "it will be too heavy to carry far."
And Denver agreed, though they had come so close that from the back of the bank it must have been possible to make out the outlines of the horses. The bank itself was a broad, dumpy building with adobe walls, whose corners had been washed and rounded by time to shapelessness. The walls angled in as they rose; the roof was flat. As for the position, it could not have been worse. A dwelling ab.u.t.ted on either side of the bank.
The second stories of those dwellings commanded the roof of the bank; and the front and back porches commanded the front and back entrances of the building.
The moment they had dismounted, Terry and Denver stood a while motionless. There was no doubt, even before they approached nearer, about the activity and watchfulness of the guards who took care of the new deposit in the bank. Across the back wall of the building drifted a shadowy outline--a guard marching steadily back and forth and keeping sentry watch.
"A stiff job, son," muttered Denver. "I told you these birds wouldn"t sleep with more"n one eye; and they"s a few that"s got "em both open."
But there was no wavering in Terry. The black stillness of the night; the soundless, slowly moving figure across the wall of the building; the hush, the stars, and the sense of something to be done stimulated him, filled him with a giddy happiness such as he had never known before.
Crime? It was no crime to Terry Hollis, but a great and delightful game.
Suddenly he regretted the very presence of Denver Pete. He wanted to be alone with this adventure, match his cunning and his strength against whoever guarded the money of old Lewison, the miser.
"Stay here," he whispered in the ear of Denver. "Keep quiet. I"m going to slip over there and see what"s what. Be patient. It may take a long time."
Denver nodded.
"Better let me come along. In case--"
"Your job is opening that safe; my job is to get you to it in safety and get you away again with the stuff." Denver shrugged his shoulders. It was much in the method of famous old Black Jack himself. There were so many features of similarity between the methods of the boy and his father that it seemed to Denver that the ghost of the former man had stepped into the body of his son.
In the meantime Terry faded into the dark. His plan of approach was perfectly simple. The house to the right of the bank was painted blue.
Against that dark background no figure stood out clearly. Instead of creeping close to the ground to get past the guard at the rear of the building, he chose his time when the watcher had turned from the nearest end of his beat and was walking in the opposite direction. The moment that happened, Terry strode forward as lightly and rapidly as possible.
Luckily the ground was quite firm. It had once been planted with gra.s.s, and though the gra.s.s had died, its roots remained densely enough to form a firm matting, and there was no telltale crunching of the sand underfoot. Even so, some slight sound made the guard pause abruptly in the middle of his walk and whirl toward Terry. Instead of attempting to hide by dropping down to the ground, it came to Terry that the least motion in the dark would serve to make him visible. He simply halted at the same moment that the guard halted and trusted to the dark background of the house which was now beside him to make him invisible. Apparently he was justified. After a moment the guard turned and resumed his pacing, and Terry slipped on into the narrow walk between the bank and the adjoining house on the right.