"He insulted me. He laughed at me, and taunted me--and kissed me!"
Jack nodded. "I saw. If I had only had my rifle with me! Who was he?"
"He wore a mask. But I knew him. It was Dunc Boone."
"With the Roaring Fork gang?"
"I don"t know. Is he one of them?"
"I"ve been thinking so for years."
"They must have known about our picnic. But what do they want with Mr.
West?"
"He"s one of the world"s richest men."
"But he doesn"t carry his money with him."
"He carries his life."
"They must mean to hold him for a ransom. Is that it?"
"You"ve guessed it. That"s the play." Jack considered, his eyes on the far-away hills. When he spoke again it was with sharp decision. "Hit the trail back to town with your motor. Don"t lose a minute on the way. Send a dispatch to Bucky O"Connor. You"d ought to get him at Douglas. If not, some of his rangers will know where to reach him. Keep the wires hot till you"re in touch with him. Better sign my name. I"ve been writing him about this outfit. This job is cut out for Bucky, and we"ve got to get him on it."
"And what are _you_ going to do?"
"I can"t do much--I"m not armed. First time I"ve been caught that way since I"ve been sheriff. Came out to-day for a picnic and left my gun at home. But if they"re the Roaring Fork outfit, they"ll pa.s.s through the Elkhorn Canon, heading for Dead Man"s Cache. I"m going to cut around Old Baldy and try to beat them to it. Maybe I can recognize some of them."
"But if they see you?"
"I ain"t aiming to let them see me."
"Still, they may."
His quiet eyes met hers steadily. "Yes, they may."
They were friends again, though he had never fully forgiven her doubt of him. It might be on the cards that some day she would be more to him than a friend. Understanding perfectly the danger of what he proposed, she yet made no protest. The man who would storm her heart must be one who would go the limit, for her standards were those of the outdoor West. She, too, was "game" to the core; and she had never liked him better than she did at this moment. A man must be a man, and take his fighting chance.
"All right, Jack."
Not for years before had she called him by his first name. His heart leaped, but he did not let even his look tell what he was feeling.
"I reckon I"ll cut right down from here, Melissy. Better not lose any time getting to town. So-long!" And with that he had swung to the saddle and was off.
Melissy ran swiftly down to the picnic party and cried out her news. It fell upon them like a bolt out of a June sky. Some exclaimed and wondered and deplored; but she was proud to see that her father took instant command, without an unnecessary word.
"They"ve caught us in swimming, boys! We"ve got to burn the wind back to town for our guns. d.i.c.k, you ride around by the Powder Horn and gather up the boys on the ranch. Get Swain to swing around to the south and comb the lower gulches of the Roaring Fork. Tell him to get in touch with me soon as he can. I"ll come through by Elkhorn."
Lee helped his daughter into the machine, and took his place beside her.
"Hit the high spots, Jim. I"ve got an engagement in the hills that won"t wait, prior to which I"ve got to get back to town immediate," he told the chauffeur cheerfully; for he was beginning to enjoy himself as in the old days, when he had been the hard-riding sheriff of a border county which took the premium for bad men.
The motor car leaped forward, fell into its pace, and began to hum its song of the road as it ate up swiftly the miles that lay between the dam and Mesa.
CHAPTER II
A CAPTURE
Flatray swung around Old Baldy through the spa.r.s.e timber that edged its roots. He knew this country well; for he had run cattle here, and combed the draws and ridges on the annual spring and fall round-ups.
There was no trail to follow. Often the lay of the land forced him to a detour; for it was rough with washes, with matted cactus, and with a thick growth of netted mesquite and underbrush. But true as the needle of a compa.s.s, he turned back always to the direction he was following. He had the instinct for direction, sharpened almost to infallibility by the experience his work had given him.
So, hour after hour, he swung forward, pushing his horse over the ground in a sort of running walk, common to the plains. Sunset found him climbing from the foothills into the mountains beyond. Starlight came upon him in a saddle between the peaks, still plodding up by winding paths to the higher alt.i.tudes that make the ridge of the continent"s backbone.
The moon was up long before he struck a gulch spur that led to Elkhorn Canon. Whether he would be in time or not--a.s.suming that he had guessed aright as to the destination of the outlaws--he could not tell. It would be, at best, a near thing. For, though he had come more directly, they had followed a trail which made the going much faster. Fast as the cow pony could pick its way along the rock-strewn gulch, he descended, eye and ear alert to detect the presence of another human being in this waste of boulders, of moonlit, flickering shadows, of dark awesome peaks.
His quick ear caught the faintest of sounds. He slipped from the saddle and stole swiftly forward to the point where the gulch joined the main canon. Voices drifted to him--the sound of careless laughter, wafted by the light night wind. He had missed the outlaws by scarce a hundred yards.
There was nothing for it but to follow cautiously. As he was turning to go back for his horse the moon emerged from behind a cloud and flooded the canon with a cold, silvery light. It showed Jack a man and a horse standing scarce twenty yards from him. The man had his back to him. He had dismounted, and was tightening the cinches of his saddle.
Flatray experienced a pang of disappointment. He was unarmed. His second thought sent him flying noiselessly back to his horse. Deftly he unloosed the rope which always hung coiled below the saddle horn. On tiptoe he ran back to the gulch mouth, bearing to the right, so as to come directly opposite the man he wanted. As he ran he arranged the lariat to his satisfaction, freeing the loop and making sure that the coil was not bound. Very cautiously he crept forward, taking advantage for cover of a boulder which rose from the bed of the gulch.
The man had finished tightening the girth. His foot rose to the stirrup.
He swung up from the ground, and his right leg swept across the flank of the pony. It did not reach the stirrup; for, even as he rose, Jack"s lariat snaked forward and dropped over his head to his breast. It tightened sharply and dragged him back, pinioning his arms to his side.
Before he could shake one of them free to reach the revolver in his chaps, he was lying on his back, with Flatray astride of him. The cattleman"s left hand closed tightly upon his windpipe, while the right searched for and found the weapon in the holster of the prostrate man.
Not until the steel rim of it pressed against the teeth of the man beneath him did Jack"s fingers loosen. "Make a sound, and you"re a dead man."
The other choked and gurgled. He was not yet able to cry out, even had he any intention of so doing. But defiant eyes glared into those of the man who had unhorsed and captured him.
"Where are your pals bound for?" Flatray demanded.
He got no answer in words, but sullen eyes flung out an obstinate refusal to give away his a.s.sociates.
"I reckon you"re one of the Roaring Fork outfit," Jack suggested.
"You know so darn much I"ll leave you to guess the rest," growled the prisoner.
"The first thing I"ll guess is that, if anything happens to Simon West, you"ll hang for it, my friend."
"You"ll have to prove some things first."
Flatray"s hand slid into the man"s coat pocket, and drew forth a piece of black cloth that had been used as a mask.
"Here"s exhibit A, to begin with."