Melissy reconstructed the scene in a flash. The Indian squaw was West. He had been rigged up in that paraphernalia to deceive any chance mountaineer who might drop into the valley by accident.
No doubt, when he first saw Melissy, the railroad magnate had been pa.s.sing his time in making notes about his plans for the system he controlled. But when he had caught sight of her, he had written the note, under the very eyes of the guard, had torn the envelope as if it were of no importance, and tossed the pieces away. He had taken the thousandth chance that his note might fall into the hands of the person to whom it was directed.
All this she understood without giving it conscious thought. For her whole mind was filled with the horror of what she had learned. Jack Flatray, the man she loved, was to be killed. He was to be shot down in an hour.
With the thought, she was at her door--only to find that it had been quietly locked while she lay on the bed. No doubt they had meant to keep her a close prisoner until the thing they were about to do was finished.
She beat upon it, called to Rosario to let her out, wrung her hands in her desperation. Then she remembered the window. It was a cheap and flimsy case, and had been jammed so that her strength was not sufficient to raise it.
Her eye searched the room for a weapon, and found an Indian tom-tom club.
With this she smashed the panes and beat down the wooden cross bars of the sash. Agile as a forest fawn, she slipped through the opening she had made and ran toward the far cabin.
A group of men surrounded the door; and, as she drew near, it opened to show three central figures. MacQueen was one, Rosario Chaves a second; but the most conspicuous was a bareheaded young man, with his hands tied behind him. He was going to his death, but a glance was enough to show that he went unconquered and unconquerable. His step did not drag. There was a faint, grave smile on his lips; and in his eye was the dynamic spark that proclaimed him still master of his fate. The woolen shirt had been unb.u.t.toned and pulled back to make way for the rope that lay loosely about his neck, so that she could not miss the well-muscled slope of his fine shoulders, or the gallant set of the small head upon the brown throat.
The man who first caught sight of Melissy spoke in a low voice to his chief. MacQueen turned his head sharply to see her, took a dozen steps toward her, then upbraided the Mexican woman, who had run out after Melissy.
"I told you to lock her door--to make sure of it."
"_Si, senor_--I did."
"Then how----" He stopped, and looked to Miss Lee for an explanation.
"I broke the window."
The outlaw noticed then that her hand was bleeding. "Broke the window!
Why?"
"I had to get out! I had to stop you!"
He attempted no denial of what he was about to do. "How did you know? Did Rosario tell you?" he asked curtly.
"No--no! I found out--just by chance."
"What chance?" He was plainly disconcerted that she had come to interfere, and as plainly eager to punish the person who had disclosed to her this thing, which he would have liked to do quietly, without her knowledge.
"Never mind that. n.o.body is to blame. Say I overheard a sentence. Thank G.o.d I did, and I am in time."
There was no avoiding it now. He had to fight it out with her. "In time for what?" he wanted to know, his eyes narrowing to vicious pin points.
"To save him."
"No--no! He must die," cried the Mexican woman.
Melissy was amazed at her vehemence, at the pa.s.sion of hate that trembled in the voice of the old woman.
MacQueen nodded. "It is out of my hands, you see. He has been condemned."
"But why?"
"Tell her, Rosario."
The woman poured her story forth fluently in the native tongue. O"Connor had killed her son--did not deny that he had done it. And just because Tony had tried to escape. This man had freed the ranger. Very well. He should take O"Connor"s place. Let him die the death. A life for a life.
Was that not fair?
Flatray turned his head and caught sight of Melissy. A startled cry died on his lips.
"Jack!" She held out both hands to him as she ran toward him.
The sheriff took her in his arms to console her. For the girl"s face was working in a stress of emotion.
"Oh, I"m in time--I"m in time. Thank G.o.d I"m in time."
Jack waited a moment to steady his voice. "How came you here, Melissy?"
"He brought me--Black MacQueen. I hated him for it, but now I"m glad--so glad--because I can save you."
Jack winced. He looked over her shoulder at MacQueen, taking it all in with an air of pleasant politeness. And one look was enough to tell him that there was no hope for him. The outlaw had the complacent manner of a cat which has just got at the cream. That Melissy loved him would be an additional reason for wiping him off the map. And in that instant a fierce joy leaped up in Flatray and surged through him, an emotion stronger than the fear of death. She loved him. MacQueen could not take that away from him.
"It"s all a mistake," Melissy went on eagerly. "Of course they can"t blame you for what Lieutenant O"Connor did. It is absurd--ridiculous."
"Certainly." MacQueen tugged at his little black mustache and kept his black eyes on her constantly. "That"s not what we"re blaming him for. The indictment against your friend is that he interfered when it wasn"t his business."
"But it was his business. Don"t you know he"s sheriff? He had to do it."
Melissy turned to the outlaw impetuously.
"So. And I have to play my hand out, too. It wipes out Mr. Flatray. Sorry, but business is business."
"But--but----" Melissy grew pale as the icy fear gripped her heart that the man meant to go on with the crime. "Don"t you see? He"s the sheriff?"
"And I never did love sheriffs," drawled MacQueen.
The girl repeated herself helplessly. "It was his sworn duty. That was how he looked at it."
A ghost of an ironic smile flitted across the face of the outlaw chief.
"Rosario"s sworn duty is to avenge her son"s death. That is how she looks at it. The rest of us swore the oath with her."
"But Lieutenant O"Connor had the law back of him. This is murder!"
"Not at all. It is the law of the valley--a life for a life."
"But---- Oh, no--no--no!"
"Yes."
The finality of it appalled her. She felt as if she were b.u.t.ting her head against a stone wall. She knew that argument and entreaty were of no avail, yet she desperately besought first one and then another of them to save the prisoner. Each in turn shook his head. She could see that none of them, save Rosario, bore him a grudge; yet none would move to break the valley oath. At the last, she was through with her promises and her prayers. She had spent them all, and had come up against the wall of blank despair.
Then Jack"s grave smile thanked her. "You"ve done what you could, Melissy."
She clung to him wildly. "Oh, no--no! I can"t let you go, Jack. I can"t. I can"t."