She noticed the hard glitter in his eyes as he spoke, the crouched look of the padding tiger ready for its kill. The man was torn with hatred and jealousy.
Already they were moving back through the rocks to a dry wash that ran through the valley. The bed of this they followed for nearly a mile.
Deflecting from it they pushed across the valley toward what appeared to be a sheer rock wall. With a twist to the left they swung back of a face of rock, turned sharply to the right, and found themselves in a fissure Melissy had not at all expected. Here ran a little canon known only to those few who rode up and down it on the nefarious business of their unwholesome lives.
Boone spoke harshly, breaking for the first time in half an hour his moody silence.
"Safe at last. By G.o.d, I"ve evened my score with Black MacQueen."
And from the cliff above came the answer--a laugh full of mocking deviltry and malice.
The Arkansan turned upon Melissy a startled face of agony, in which despair and hate stood out of a yellow pallor.
"Trapped."
It was his last word to her. He swept the girl back against the shelter of the wall and ran crouching toward the entrance.
A bullet zipped--a second--a third. He stumbled, but did not fall.
Turning, he came back, dodging like a hunted fox. As he pa.s.sed her, Melissy saw that his face was ghastly. He ran with a limp.
A second time she heard the cackle of laughter. Guns cracked. Still the doomed man pushed forward. He went down, struck in the body, but dragged himself to his feet and staggered on.
All this time he had seen n.o.body at whom he could fire. Not a shot had come from his revolver. He sank behind a rock for shelter. The ping of a bullet on the shale beside him brought the tortured man to his feet. He looked wildly about him, the moon shining on his bare head, and plunged up the canon.
And now it appeared his unseen tormentors were afraid he might escape them. Half a dozen shots came close together. Boone sank to the ground, writhed like a crushed worm, and twisted over so that his face was to the moonlight.
Melissy ran forward and knelt beside him.
"They"ve got me ... in half a dozen places.... I"m going fast."
"Oh, no ... no," the girl protested.
"Yep.... Surest thing you know.... I did you dirt onct, girl. And I"ve been a bad lot--a wolf, a killer."
"Never mind that now. You died to save me. Always I"ll remember that."
"Onct you "most loved me.... But it wouldn"t have done. I"m a wolf and you"re a little white lamb. Is Flatray the man?"
"Yes."
"Thought so. Well, he"s square. I rigged it up on him about the rustling.
I was the man you liked to "a" caught that day years ago."
"You!"
"Yep." He broke off abruptly. "I"m going, girl.... It"s gittin" black.
Hold my hand till--till----"
He gave a shudder and seemed to fall together. He was dead.
Melissy heard the sound of rubble slipping. Some one was lowering himself cautiously down the side of the canon. A man dropped to the wash and strutted toward her. He kept his eyes fixed on the lifeless form, rifle ready for action at an instant"s notice. When he reached his victim he pushed the body with his foot, made sure of no trap, and relaxed his alertness.
"Dead as a hammer."
The man was MacQueen. He turned to Melissy and nodded jauntily.
"Good evening, my dear. Just taking a little stroll?" he asked ironically.
The girl leaned against the cold wall and covered her face with her arm.
She was sobbing hysterically.
The outlaw seized her by the shoulders and swung her round. "Cut that out, girl," he ordered roughly.
Melissy caught at her sobs and tried to check them.
"He got what was coming to him, what he"s been playing for a long time. I warned him, but the fool wouldn"t see it."
"How did you know?" she asked, getting out her question a word at a time.
"Knew it all the time. Rosario brought his note to me. I told her to take it to you and keep her mouth shut."
"You planned his death."
"If you like to put it that way. Now we"ll go home and forget this foolishness. Jeff, bring the horses round to the mouth of the gulch."
Melissy felt suddenly very, very tired and old. Her feet dragged like those of an Indian squaw following her master. It was as though heavy irons weighted her ankles.
MacQueen helped her to one of the horses Jackson brought to the lip of the gulch. Weariness rode on her shoulders all the way back. The soul of her was crushed beneath the misfortunes that oppressed her.
Long before they reached the ranch houses Rosario came running to meet them. Plainly she was in great excitement.
"The prisoners have escaped," she cried to MacQueen.
"Escaped. How?" demanded Black.
"Some one must have helped them. I heard a window smash and ran out. The young ranger and another man were coming out of the last cabin with the old man. I could do nothing. They ran."
They had been talking in her own language. MacQueen jabbed another question at her.
"Which way?"
"Toward the Pa.s.s."
The outlaw ripped out an oath. "We"ve got "em. They can"t reach it without horses as quick as we can with them." He whirled upon Melissy. "March into the house, girl. Don"t you dare make a move. I"m leaving Buck here to watch you." Sharply he swung to the man Lane. "Buck, if she makes a break to get away, riddle her full of holes. You hear me."
A minute later, from the place where she lay face down on the bed, Melissy heard him and his men gallop away.