"One moment. You"ll listen to me, now. You have taken the liberty to a.s.sume I was going to sell you out. I"ll not stand that from any man alive. To-morrow night I"ll get back from Tucson. We"ll dig up the loot and divide it. And right then we quit company. You go your way and I go mine." And with that as a parting shot, Leroy turned on his heel and went direct to his horse.
Alice Mackenzie might have searched the West with a fine-tooth comb and not found elsewhere two such riders for an escort as fenced her that day. Physically they were a pair of superb animals, each perfect after his fashion. If the fair-haired giant, with his lean, broad shoulders and rippling flow of muscles, bulked more strikingly in a display of sheer strength, the sinewy, tigerish grace of the dark Apollo left nothing to be desired to the eye. Both of them had been brought up in the saddle, and each was fit to the minute for any emergency likely to appear.
But on this pleasant morning no test of their power seemed likely to arise, and she could study them at her ease without hindrance. She had never seen Leroy look more the vagabond enthroned. For dress, he wore the common equipment of Cattleland--jingling spurs, fringed chaps, leather cuffs, gray shirt, with kerchief knotted loosely at the neck, and revolver ready to his hand. But he carried them with an air, an inimitable grace, that marked him for a prince among his fellows.
Something of the kind she hinted to him in jesting paradoxical fashion, making an attempt to win from his sardonic gloom one of his quick, flashing smiles.
He countered by telling her what he had heard York say to Reilly of her.
"She"s a princess, Cork," York had said. "Makes my Epitaph gyurl look like a chromo beside her. Somehow, when she looks at a fellow, he feels like a whitewashed n.i.g.g.e.r."
All of them laughed at that, but both Leroy and the sheriff tried to banter her by insisting that they knew exactly what York meant.
"You can be very splendid when you want to give a man that whitewashed feeling; he isn"t right sure whether he"s on the map or not," reproached the train-robber.
She laughed in the slow, indolent way she had, taking the straw hat from her dark head to catch better the faint breath of wind that was soughing across the plains.
"I didn"t know I was so terrible. I don"t think you ever had any awe of anybody, Mr. Leroy." Her soft cheek flushed in unexpected memory of that moment when he had brushed aside all her maiden reserves and ravished mad kisses from her. "And Mr. Collins is big enough to take care of himself," she added hastily, to banish the unwelcome recollection.
Collins, with his eyes on the light-shot waves that crowned her vivid face, wondered whether he was or not. If she had been a woman to desire in the queenly, half-insolent indifference of manner with which she had first met him, how much more of charm lay in this piquant gaiety, in the warm sweetness of her softer and more pliant mood! It seemed to him she had the gift of comradeship to perfection.
They unsaddled and ate lunch in the shade of the live-oaks at El Dorado Springs, which used to be a much-frequented watering-hole in the days when Camp Grant thrived and mule-skinners freighted supplies in to feed Uncle Sam"s pets. Two hours later they stopped again at the edge of the Santa Cruz wash, two miles from the Rocking Chair Ranch.
It was while they were resaddling that Collins caught sight of a cloud of dust a mile or two away. He unslung his field-gla.s.ses, and looked long at the approaching dust-swirl. Presently he handed the binoculars to Leroy.
"Five of them; and that round-bellied Papago pony in front belongs to Sheriff Forbes, or I"m away wrong."
Leroy lowered the gla.s.ses, after a long, unflurried inspection. "Looks that way to me. Expect I"d better be burning the wind."
In a few sentences he and Collins arranged a meeting for next day up in the hills. He trailed his spurs through the dust toward Alice Mackenzie, and offered her his brown hand and wistful smile irresistible. "Good-by.
This is where you get quit of me for good."
"Oh, I hope not," she told him impulsively. "We must always be friends."
He laughed ruefully. "Your father wouldn"t indorse those unwise sentiments, I reckon--and I"d hate to bet your husband would," he added audaciously, with a glance at Collins. "But I love to hear you say it, even though we never could be. You"re a right game, stanch little pardner. I"ll back that opinion with the lid off."
"You should be a good judge of those qualities. I"m only sorry you don"t always use them in a good cause."
He swung himself to his saddle. "Good-by."
"Good-by--till we meet again."
"And that will be never. So-long, sheriff. Tell Forbes I"ve got a particular engagement in the hills, but I"ll be right glad to meet him when he comes."
He rode up the draw and disappeared over the brow of the hillock. She caught another glimpse of him a minute later on the summit of the hill beyond. He waved a hand at her, half-turning in his saddle as he rode.
Presently she lost him, but faintly the wind swept back to her a haunting s.n.a.t.c.h of uncouth song:
"Oh, bury me out on the lone prairee, In my narrow grave just six by three,"
Were the words drifted to her by the wind. She thought it pathetically likely he might get the wish of his song.
To Sheriff Forbes, dropping into the draw a few minutes later with his posse, Collins was a well of misinformation literally true. Yes, he had followed Miss Mackenzie"s trail into the hills and found her at a mountain ranch-house. She had been there a couple of days, and was about to set out for the Rocking Chair with the owner of the place, when he arrived and volunteered to see her as far as her uncle"s ranch.
"I reckon there ain"t any use asking you if you seen anything of Wolf Leroy"s outfit," said Forbes, a weather-beaten Westerner with a shrewd, wrinkled face.
"No, I reckon there"s no use asking me that," returned Collins, with a laugh that deceptively seemed to include the older man in the joke.
"We"re after them for rustling a bunch of Circle 33 cows. Well, I"ll be moving. Glad you found the lady, Val. She don"t look none played out from her little trek across the desert. Funny, ain"t it, how she could have wandered that far and her afoot?"
The Arizona sun was setting in its accustomed blaze of splendor, when Val Collins and Alice Mackenzie put their horses again toward the ranch and the rainbow-hued west. In his contented eyes were reflected the sunshine and a serenity born of life in the wide, open s.p.a.ces. They rode in silence for long, the gentle evening breeze blowing in soughs.
"Did you ever meet a man of such promises gone wrong so utterly? He might have been anything--and it has come to this, that he is hunted like a wild beast. I never saw anything so pitiful. I would give anything to save him."
He had no need to ask to whom she was referring. "Can"t be done. Good qualities bulge out all over him, but they don"t count for anything.
"Unstable as water." That"s what"s the matter with him. He is the slave of his own whims. Hence he is only the splendid wreck of a man, full of all kinds of rich outcropping pay-ore that pinch out when you try to work them. They don"t raise men gamer, but that only makes him a more dangerous foe to society. Same with his loyalty and his brilliancy. He"s got a haid on him that works like they say old J. E. B. Stuart"s did. He would run into a hundred traps, but somehow he always worked his men out of them. That"s Leroy, too. If he had been an ordinary criminal he would have been rounded up years ago. It"s his audacity, his iron nerve, his good horse-sense judgment that saves his skin. But he"s certainly up against it at last."
"You think Sheriff Forbes will capture him?"
He laughed. "I think it more likely he"ll capture Forbes. But we know now where he hangs out, and who he is. He has always been a mystery till now. The mystery is solved, and unless he strikes out for Sonora, Leroy is as good as a dead man."
"A dead man?"
"Does he strike you as a man likely to be taken alive? I look to see a dramatic exit to the sound of cracking Winchesters."
"Yes, that would be like him," she confessed with shudder. "I think he was made to lead a forlorn hope. Pity it won"t be one worthy of the best in him."
"I guess he does have more moments set to music than most of us, and I"ll bet, too, he has hidden way in him a list of "Thou shalt nots." I read a book once by a man named Stevenson that was sure virgin gold. He showed how every man, no matter how low he falls, has somewhere in him a light that burns, some rag of honor for which he is still fighting I"d hate to have to judge Leroy. Some men, I reckon, have to buck against so much in themselves that even failure is a kind of success for them."
"Yet you will go out to hunt him down?" she" said, marveling at the broad sympathy of the man.
"Sure I will. My official duty is to look out for society. If something in the machine breaks loose and goes to ripping things to pieces, the engineer has to stop the damage, even if he has to smash the rod that"s causing the trouble."
The ponies dropped down again into the bed of the wash, and plowed across through the heavy sand. After they had reached the solid road, Collins resumed conversation at a new point.
"It"s a month and a day since I first met you Miss Mackenzie," he said, apparently apropos of nothing.
She felt her blood begin to choke. "Indeed!"
"I gave you a letter to read when I was on the train."
"A letter!" she exclaimed, in well-affected surprise.
"Did you think it was a book of poems? No, ma"am, it was a letter. You were to read it in a month. Time was up last night. I reckon you read it."
"Could I read a letter I left at Tucson, when it was a hundred miles away?" she smiled with sweet patronage.
"Not if you left it at Tucson," he a.s.sented, with an answering smile.
"Maybe I DID lose it." She frowned, trying to remember.