Men reined this way and that, or stood on their toes if they were afoot, the better to see the two rolling dots. In a moment one dot seemed larger than the other. One could glimpse the upflinging of knees as two horses leaped closer and closer.
"Well-l-he"s keepin" Dave in sight--that"s more than what I expected he"d do," Jeff observed.
It was Pop who suddenly gave a whoop that cracked and shrilled into falsetto.
"Shucks a"mighty! Dave, he"s a-whippin" up to keep the KID in sight!" he quavered. "Shucks--a"MIGHTY, he "s a-comin"!"
He was. Lying forward flattened along Sunfish"s hard-muscled shoulders, Bud was gaining and gaining--one length, then two lengths as he shot under the wire, slowed and rode back to find a silent crowd watching him.
He was clothed safely again in chaps, boots, spurs, hat--except that I have named the articles backward; cowpuncher that he was, Bud put on his hat before he even reached for his boots--and was collecting his wagers relentlessly as Shylock ever took his toll, before he paid any attention to the atmosphere around him. Then, because someone shouted a question three inches from his ear, Bud turned and laughed as he faced them.
"Why, sure he"s from running stock! I never said he wasn"t--because none of you make-believe hors.e.m.e.n had sense enough to see the speed in him and get curious. You bush-racers never saw a real race-horse before, I guess. They aren"t always pretty to look at, you know. Sunfish has all the earmarks of speed if you know how to look for them. He"s thoroughbred; sired by Trump, out of Kansas Chippy--if that means anything to you fellows." He looked them over, eyes meeting eyes until his glance rested on Jeff Hall. "I"ve got his registration papers in my grip, if you aren"t convinced. And," he added by way of rubbing it in, "I guess I"ve got about all the money there is in this valley."
"No, you ain"t!" Pop Truman cackled, teetering backward and forward while he counted his winnings. "I bet on ye, young feller. Brought me in something, too. It did so!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: WHILE THE GOING"S GOOD
At supper Bud noticed that Marian, standing at his right side, set down his cup of coffee with her right hand, and at the same instant he felt her left hand fumble in his pocket and then touch his elbow. She went on, and Bud in his haste to get outside drank his coffee so hot that it scalded his mouth. Jerry rose up and stepped backward over the bench as Bud pa.s.sed him, and went out at his heels.
"Go play the piano for half an hour and then meet me where you got them mushrooms. And when you quit playing, duck quick. Tell Honey you"ll be back in a minute. Have her hunt for music for yuh while you"re out--or something like that. Don"t let on."
Bud might have questioned Jerry, but that cautious young man was already turning back to call something--to Dave, so Bud went around the corner, glancing into the pantry window as he pa.s.sed. Marian was not in sight, nor was Honey at the moment when he stood beside the step of the post-office.
Boldness carries its own talisman against danger. Bud went in--without slamming the door behind him, you may be sure--and drew his small notebook from his inside pocket. With that to consult frequently, he sat down by the window where the failing light was strongest, and proceeded to jot down imaginary figures on the paper he pulled from his coat pocket and unfolded as if it were of no value whatever to him. The piano playing ordered by Jerry could wait.
What Marian had to say on this occasion could not be written upon a cigarette paper. In effect her note was a preface to Jerry"s commands.
Bud saw where she had written words and erased them so thoroughly that the cheap paper was almost worn through. She had been afraid, poor lady, but her fear could not prevent the writing.
"You must leave to-night for Crater and cash the checks given you to pay the bets. Go to Crater. If you don"t know the way, keep due north after you have crossed Gold Gap. There"s the stage road, but they"ll watch that, I"m afraid. They mean to stop payment on the checks. But first they will kill you if they can. They say you cheated with that thoroughbred horse. They took their losses so calmly--I knew that they meant to rob you. To show you how I know, it was Lew you shot on the ridge that night. His rheumatism was caused by your bullet that nicked his shoulder. So you see what sort we are--go. Don"t wait--go now."
Bud looked up, and there was Honey leaning over the counter, smiling at him.
"Well, how much is it?" she teased when she saw he had discovered her.
Bud drew a line across the note and added imaginary columns of figures, his hat-brim hiding his face.
"Over eleven thousand dollars," he announced, and twisted the paper in his fingers while he went over to her. "Almost enough to start housekeeping!"
Honey blushed and leaned to look for something which she pretended to have dropped and Bud seized the opportunity to tuck the paper out of sight. "I feel pretty much intoxicated to-night, Honey," he said. "I think I need soothing, or something--and you know what music does to the savage breast. Let "s play."
"All right. You"ve been staying away lately till I thought you were mad," Honey a.s.sented rather eagerly, and opened the little gate in the half part.i.tion just as Bud was vaulting the counter, which gave her a great laugh and a chance for playful scuffling. Bud kissed her and immediately regretted the caress.
Jerry had told him to play the piano, but Bud took his mandolin and played that while Honey thumped out chords for him. As he had half expected, most of the men strayed in and perched here and there listening just as if there had not been a most unusual horserace to discuss before they slept. Indeed, Bud had never seen the Little Lost boys so thoughtful, and this silence struck him all at once as something sinister, like a beast of prey stalking its kill.
Two waltzes he played--and then, in the middle of a favorite two-step, a mandolin string snapped with a sharp tw.a.n.g, and Bud came as close to swearing as a well-behaved young man may come in the presence of a lady.
"Now I"ll have to go get a new E string," he complained. "You play the Danube for the boys--the way I taught you--while I get this fixed. I"ve an extra string down in the bunk-house; it won"t take five minutes to get it." He laid the mandolin down on his chair, bolted out through the screen door which he slammed after him to let Jerry know that he was coming, and walked halfway to the bunk-house before he veered off around the corner of the machine shed and ran.
Jerry was waiting by the old shed, and without a word he led Bud behind it where Sunfish was standing saddled and bridled.
"You got to go, Bud, while the going"s good. I"d go with yuh if I dared," Jerry mumbled guardedly. "You hit for Crater, Bud, and put that money in the bank. You can cut into the stage road where it crosses Oldman Creek, if you go straight up the race track to the far end, and follow the trail from there. You can"t miss it--there ain"t but one way to go. I got yuh this horse because he"s worth more"n what the other two are, and he"s faster. And Bud, if anybody rides up on yuh, shoot. Don"t monkey around about it. And you RIDE!"
"All right," Bud muttered. "But I"ll have to go down in the pasture and get my money, first. I"ve got my own private bank down there, and I haven"t enough in my pockets to play penny ante more than one round."
"h.e.l.l!" Jerry"s hand lifted to Bud"s shoulder and gripped it for a minute. "That"s right on the road to the Sinks, man!" He stood biting his lips, thinking deeply, turning his head now and then as little sounds came from the house: the waltz Honey was playing, the post-office door slamming shut.
"You tell me where that money"s cached, Bud, and I"ll go after it. I guess you"ll have to trust me--I sure wouldn"t let yuh go down to the pasture yourself right now. Where is it?"
"Look under that flat rock right by the gate post, where the top bars. .h.i.t the ground. It"s wrapped up in a handkerchief, so just bring the package. It"s been easy to tuck things under the rock when I was putting up the bars. I"ll wait here."
"Good enough--I"d sure have felt easier if I"d known you wasn"t carrying all that money." Whereupon Jerry disappeared, and his going made no sound.
Bud stood beside Sunfish, wondering if he had been a fool to trust Jerry. By his own admission Jerry was living without the law, and this might easily be a smooth scheme of robbery. He turned and strained his eyes into the dusk, listening, trying to hear some sound that would show which way Jerry had gone. He was on the point of following him--suspicion getting the better of his faith--when Sunfish moved his head abruptly to one side, b.u.mping Bud"s head with his cheek. At the same instant a hand touched Bud"s arm.
"I saw you from the kitchen window," Marian whispered tensely. "I was afraid you hadn"t read my note, or perhaps wouldn"t pay any attention to it. I heard you and Jerry--of course he won"t dare go with you and show you the short-cut, even if he knows it. There"s a quicker way than up the creek-bed. I have Boise out in the bushes, and a saddle. I was afraid to wait at the barn long enough to saddle him. You go--he"s behind that great pile of rocks, back of the corrals. I"ll wait for Jerry." She gave him a push, and Bud was so astonished that he made no reply whatever, but did exactly as she had told him to do.
Boise was standing behind the peaked outcropping of rock, and beside him was a stock-saddle which must have taxed Marian"s strength to carry.
Indeed, Bud thought she must have had wings, to do so much in so short a s.p.a.ce of time; though when he came to estimate that time he decided that he must have been away from the house ten minutes, at least. If Marian followed him closely enough to see him duck behind the machine shed and meet Jerry, she could run behind the corral and get Boise out by way of the back door of the stable. There was a path, screened from the corral by a fringe of brush, which went that way. The truth flashed upon him that one could ride unseen all around Little Lost.
He was just dropping the stirrup down from the saddle horn when Marian appeared with Jerry and Sunfish close behind her. Jerry held out the package.
"She says she"ll show you a short cut," he whispered. "She says I don"t know anything about it. I guess she"s right--there"s a lot I don"t know.
Lew "s gone, and she says she"ll be back before daylight. If they miss Boise they"ll think you stole him. But they won"t look. Dave wouldn"t slam around in the night on Boise--he thinks too much of him. Well--beat it, and I sure wish yuh luck. You be careful, Marian. Come back this way, and if you see a man"s handkerchief hanging on this bush right here where I"m standing, it"ll mean you"ve been missed."
"Thank you, Jerry," Marian whispered. "I"ll look for it. Come, Bud--keep close behind me, and don"t make any noise."
Bud would have protested, but Marian did not give him a chance. She took up the reins, grasped the saddle horn, stuck her slipper toe in the stirrup and mounted Boise as quickly as Bud could have done it--as easily, too, making allowance for the difference in their height. Bud mounted Sunfish and followed her down the trail which led to the race track; but when they had gone through the brush and could see starlight beyond, she turned sharply to the left, let Boise pick his way carefully over a rocky stretch and plunged into the brush again, leaning low in the saddle so that the higher branches would not claw at her hair and face.
When they had once more come into open ground with a shoulder of Catrock Peak before them, Marian pulled up long enough to untie her ap.r.o.n and bind it over her hair like a peasant woman. She glanced back at Bud, and although darkness hid the expression on her face, he saw her eyes shining in the starlight. She raised her hand and beckoned, and Bud reined Sunfish close alongside.
"We"re going into a spooky place now," she leaned toward him to whisper.
"Boise knows the way, and your horse will follow."
"All right," Bud whispered back. "But you"d better tell me the way and let me go on alone. I"m pretty good at scouting out new trails. I don"t want you to get in trouble--"
She would not listen to more of that, but pushed him back with the flat of her bare hand and rode ahead of him again. Straight at the sheer bluff, that lifted its huge, rocky shape before them, she led the way.
So far as Bud could see she was not following any trail; but was aiming at a certain point and was sure enough of the ground to avoid detours.
They came out upon the bank of the dry river-bed. Bud knew it by the flatness of the foreground and the general contour of the mountains beyond. But immediately they turned at a sharp angle, travelled for a few minutes with the river-bed at their backs, and entered a narrow slit in the mountains where two peaks had been rent asunder in some t.i.tanic upheaval when the world was young. The horses scrambled along the rocky bottom for a little way, then Boise disappeared.
Sunfish halted, threw his head this way and that, gave a suspicious sniff and turned carefully around the corner of a square-faced boulder.
In front was blackness. Bud urged him a little with rein and soft pressure of the spurs, and Sunfish stepped forward. He seemed rea.s.sured to find firm, smooth sand under his feet, and hurried a little until Boise was just ahead clicking his feet now and then against a rock.
"Coming?" Marian"s voice sounded subdued, m.u.f.fled by the close walls of the tunnel-like crevice.
"Coming," Bud a.s.sured her quietly "At your heels."