The doctor, having arrived, examined the wound and suggested an anaesthetic. Collins laughed.
"I reckon not, doc. You round up that lead pill and I"ll endure the grief without knockout drops."
While the doctor was probing for the bullet lodged in his leg, the sheriff studied the memorandum found in Dailey"s hat. He found it blind, disappointing work, for there was no clearly indicated starting-point.
Bit by bit he took it:
From Y. N. took Unowhat.
This was clear enough, so far as it went. It could only mean that from York Neil the writer had taken the plunder to hide. But--WHERE did he take it? From what point? A starting-point must be found somewhere, or the memorandum was of no use. Probably only Neil could supply the needed information, now that Dailey was dead.
Went twenty yards strate for big rock. Eight feet direckly west. Fifty yards in direcksion of suthern Antelope Peke. Then eighteen to nerest cotonwood.
All this was plain enough, but the last sentence was the puzzler.
J. H. begins hear.
Was J. H. a person? If so, what did he begin. If Dailey had buried his plunder, what had J. H. left to do?
But had he buried it? Collins smiled. It was not likely he had handed it over to anybody else to hide for him. And yet--
He clapped his hand down on his knee. "By the jumping California frog, I"ve got it!" he told himself. "They hid the bulk of what they got from the Limited all together. Went out in a bunch to hide it. Blind-folded each other, and took turn about blinding up the trail. No one of them can go get the loot without the rest. When they want it, every one of these memoranda must be Johnny-on-the-spot before they can dig up the mazuma. No wonder Wolf Leroy searched so thorough for this bit of paper.
I"ll bet a stack of blue chips against Wolf"s chance of heaven that he"s the sorest train-robber right this moment that ever punctured a car-window."
Collins laughed softly, nor had the smile died out of his eyes when Hawkes came into the room with information to the point. He had made a round of the corrals, and discovered that the outlaws" horses had been put up at Jay Hardman"s place, a tumble-down feed-station on the edge of town.
"Jay didn"t take kindly to my questions," Hawkes explained, "but after a little rock-me-to-sleep-mother talk I soothed him down some, and cut the trail of Wolf Leroy and his partners. The old man give me several specimens of langwidge unwashed and uncombed when I told him Wolf and York was outlaws and train-robbers. Didn"t believe a word of it, he said. "Twas just like the fool officers to jump an innocent party. I told Jay to keep his shirt on--he could turn his wolf lose when they framed up that he was in it. Well, sir! I plumb thought for a moment he was going to draw on me when I said that. Say he must be the fellow that"s in on that mine, with Leroy and York Neil. He"s a big, long-haired guy."
Collins" eyes narrowed to slits, as they always did when he was thinking intensely. Were their suspicions of the showman about to be justified?
Did Jay Hardman"s interest in Leroy have its source merely in their being birds of a feather, or was there a more direct community of lawlessness between them? Was he a member of Wolf Leroy"s murderous gang? Three men had joined in the chase of Dailey, but the tracks had told him that only two horses had galloped from the scene of the murder into the night. The inference left to draw was that a local accomplice had joined them in the chase of Scott, and had slipped back home after the deed had been finished.
What more likely than that Hardman had been this accomplice? Hawkes said he was a big long-haired fellow. So was the man that had held up the engineer of the Limited. He was--"J. H. begins hear." Like a flash the ill-written scrawl jumped to his sight. "J. H." was Jay Hardman. What luck!
The doctor finished his work, and Collins tested his leg gingerly.
"Del, I"m going over to have a little talk with the old man. Want to go along?"
"You bet I do, Val"--from Del Hawkes.
"You mustn"t walk on that leg for a week or two yet, Mr. Collins," the doctor explained, shaking his head.
"That so, doctor? And it nothing but a nice clean flesh-wound! Sho! I"ve a deal more confidence in you than that. Ready, Del?"
"It"s at your risk then, Mr. Collins."
"Sure." The sheriff smiled. "I"m living at my own risk, doctor. But I"d a heap rather be alive than daid, and take all the risk that"s coming, too. But since you make a point of it, I"ll do most of my walking on a bronco"s back."
They found Mr. Hardman just emerging from the stable with a saddle-pony when they rode into the corral. At a word from Collins, Hawkes took the precaution to close the corral gate.
The fellow held a wary position on the farther side of his horse, the while he ripped out a raucous string of invectives.
"Real fluent, ain"t he?" murmured Hawkes, as he began to circle round to flank the enemy.
"Stay right there, Del Hawkes. Move, you redhaided son of a brand blotter, and I"ll pump holes in you!" A rifle leveled across the saddle emphasized his sentiments.
"Plumb hospitable," grinned Hawkes, coming promptly to a halt.
Collins rode slowly forward, his hand on the b.u.t.t of the revolver that still lay in its scabbard. The Winchester covered every step of his progress, but he neither hastened nor faltered, though he knew his life hung in the balance. If his steely blue eyes had released for one moment the wolfish ones of the villain, if he had hesitated or hurried, he would have been shot through the head.
But the eyes of a brave man are the king of weapons. Hardman"s fingers itched at the trigger he had not the courage to pull. For such an unflawed nerve he knew himself no match.
"Keep back," he screamed. "d.a.m.n it, another step and I"ll fire!"
But he did not fire, though Collins rode up to him, dismounted, and threw the end of the rifle carelessly from him.
"Don"t be rash, Hardman. I"ve come here to put you under arrest for robbing the T. P. Limited, and I"m going to do it."
The indolent, contemptuous drawl, so free of even a suggestion of the strain the sheriff must have been under, completed his victory. The fellow lowered his rifle with a peevish oath.
"You"re barkin" up the wrong tree, Mr. Collins."
"I guess not," retorted the sheriff easily. "Del, you better relieve Mr.
Hardman of his ballast. He ain"t really fit to be trusted with a weapon, and him so excitable. That Winchester came awful near going off, friend.
You don"t want to be so careless when you"re playing with firearms. It"s a habit that"s liable to get you into trouble."
Collins had not shaved death so closely without feeling a reaction of boyish gaiety at his adventure. It bubbled up in his talk like effervescing soda.
"Now we"ll go into a committee of the whole, gentlemen, adjourn to the stable, and have a little game of "b.u.t.ton, b.u.t.ton, who"s got the b.u.t.ton?" You first, Mr. Hardman. If you"ll kindly shuck your coat and vest, we"ll begin b.u.t.ton-hunting."
They diligently searched the miscreant without hiding anything pertaining to "J. H. begins hear."
"He"s bound to have it somewhere," a.s.severated Collins. "It don"t stand to reason he was making his getaway without that paper. We got to be more thorough, Del."
Hawkes, under the direction of his friend, ripped up linings and tore away pockets from clothing. The saddle on the bronco and the saddle-blankets were also torn to pieces in vain.
Finally Hawkes scratched his poll and looked down on the wreckage. "I hate to admit it, Val, but the old fox has got us beat; it ain"t on his person."
"Not unless he"s got it under his skin," agreed Collins, with a grin.
"Maybe he ate it. Think we better operate and find out?"
An idea hit the sheriff. He walked up to Hardman and ordered him to open his mouth.
The jaws set like a vise.
Collins poked his revolver against the closed mouth. "Swear for us, old bird. Get a move on you."
The mouth opened, and Collins inserted two fingers. When he withdrew them they brought a set of false teeth. Under the plate was a tiny rubber bag that stuck to it. Inside the bag was a paper. And on it was written four lines in Spanish. Those lines told what he wanted to know.
They, too, were part of a direction for finding hidden treasure.