Birnie, and that looks--But they"d k--you don"t know how they kill traitors. I saw one--" He leaned against Bud"s leg, one hand reaching up to the saddle horn and gripping it in a pa.s.sing frenzy. "If you say so,"
he whispered rapidly, "we"ll sneak up and shoot "em through the window before they get a chance--"
Bud reached out his hand and patted Eddie on the shoulder. "That job of yours don"t call for any killing we can avoid," he said. "Go ahead and tie me. No use of wasting lead on two men when one will do. It"s all right. I trust you, pardner."
Eddie"s shoulders stiffened. He stood up, looked toward the light and gripped Bud"s hand. "I thought they"d be asleep--what was home,"
he said. "We got to ride past the cabin to get out through another water-wash. But you take your coat and tie your horse"s feet, and I"ll tie mine. I--can"t tie you, Mr. Birnie. We"ll chance it together."
Bud did not say anything at all, for which Eddie seemed grateful. They m.u.f.fled eight hoofs, rode across the canyon"s bottom and pa.s.sed the cabin so closely that the light of a smoky lantern on a table was plainly visible to Bud, as was the s.h.a.ggy profile of a man who sat with his arms folded, glowering over a pipe. He heard nothing. Bud halted Sunfish and looked again to make sure, while Eddie beckoned frantically.
They went on undisturbed--the Catrockers kept no dogs.
They pa.s.sed a couple of corrals, rode over springy sod where Bud dimly discerned hay stubble. Eddie let down a set of bars, replaced them carefully, and they crossed another meadow. It struck Bud that the Catrockers were fairly well entrenched in their canyon, with plenty of horse feed at least.
They followed a twisting trail along the canyon"s wall, rode into another pit of darkness, came out into a sandy stretch that seemed hazily familiar to Bud. They crossed this, dove into the bushes following a dim trail, and in ten minutes Eddie"s horse backed suddenly against Sunfish"s nose. Bud stood in his stirrups, reins held firmly in his left hand, and in his right his six-shooter with the hammer lifted, ready to snap down.
A tall figure stepped away from the peaked rocks and paused at Bud"s side.
"I been waiting for Marian," he said bluntly. "You know anything about her?"
"She turned back last night after she had shown me the way." Bud"s throat went dry. "Did they miss her?" He leaned aggressively.
"Not till breakfast time, they didn"t. I was waiting here, most all night--except right after you folks left. She wasn"t missed, and I never flagged her--and she ain"t showed up yet!"
Bud sat there stunned, trying to think what might have happened. Those dark pa.s.sages through the mountains--the ledge-- "Ed, you know that trail she took me over? She was coming back that way. She could get lost--"
"No she couldn"t--not Sis. If her horse didn"t act the fool--what horse was it she rode?" Ed turned to Jerry as if he would know.
"Boise," Bud spoke quickly, as though seconds were precious. "She said he knew the way."
"He sure ought to," Eddie replied emphatically. "Boise belongs to Sis, by rights. The mare got killed and Dad gave him to Sis when he was a suckin" colt, and Sis raised him on cow"s milk and broke him herself.
She rode him all over. Lew took and sold him to Dave, and gambled the money, and Sis never signed no bill of sale. They couldn"t make her.
Sis has got s.p.u.n.k, once you stir her up. She"ll tackle anything. She"s always claimed Boise is hers. Boise knows the Gap like a book. Sis couldn"t get off the trail if she rode him."
"Something happened, then," Bud muttered stubbornly. "Four men came through behind us, and we waited out in the dark to let them pa.s.s. Then she sent me down to the creek-bottom, and she turned back. If they got her--" He turned Sunfish in the narrow brush trail. "She"s hurt, or they got her--I"m going back!" he said grimly.
"h.e.l.l! you can"t do any good alone," Eddie protested, coming after him.
"We"ll go look for her, Mr. Birnie, but we"ve got to have something so we can see. If Jerry could dig up a couple of lanterns--"
"You wait. I"m coming along," Jerry called guardedly. "I"ll bring lanterns."
To Bud that time of waiting was torment. He had faced danger and tragedy since he could toddle, and fear had never overridden the t.i.tillating sense of adventure. But then the danger had been for himself. Now terror conjured pictures whose horror set him trembling. Twenty-four hours and more had pa.s.sed since he had kissed Marian"s hand and let her go--to what? The inky blackness of those tunnelled caverns in the Gap confronted his mind like a nightmare. He could not speak of it--he dared not think of it, and yet he must.
Jerry came on horseback, with three unlighted lanterns held in a cl.u.s.ter by their wire handles. Eddie immediately urged his horse into the brushy edge of the trail so that he might pa.s.s Bud and take the lead. "You sure made quick time," he remarked approvingly to Jerry.
"I raided Dave"s cache of whiskey or I"d have been here quicker," Jerry explained. "We might need some."
Bud gritted his teeth. "Ride, why don"t yuh?" he urged Eddie harshly.
"What the h.e.l.l ails that horse of yours? You got him hobbled?"
Eddie glanced back over his bobbing shoulder as his horse trotted along the blind trail through the brush. "This here ain"t no race track," he expostulated. "We"ll make it quicker without no broken legs."
There was justice in his protest and Bud said nothing. But Sunfish"s head b.u.mped the tail of Eddie"s horse many times during that ride. Once in the Gap, with a lighted lantern in his rein hand and his six-shooter in the other--because it was ticklish riding, in there with lights revealing them to anyone who might be coming through--he was content to go slowly, peering this way and that as he rode.
Once Eddie halted and turned to speak to them. "I know Boise wouldn"t leave the trail. If Sis had to duck off and hide from somebody, he"d come back to the trail. Loose, he"d do that. Sis and I used to explore around in here just for fun, and kept it for our secret till Lew found out. She always rode Boise. I"m dead sure he"d bring her out all right."
"She hasn"t come out--yet. Go on," said Bud, and Eddie rode forward obediently.
Three hours it took them to search the various pa.s.sages where Eddie thought it possible that Marian had turned aside. Bud saw that the trail through was safe as any such trail could be, and he wondered at the nerve and initiative of the girl and the boy who had explored the place and found where certain queer twists and turns would lead. Afterwards he learned that Marian was twelve and Eddie ten when first they had hidden there from Indians, and they had been five years in finding where every pa.s.sage led. Also, in daytime the place was not so fearsome, since sunlight slanted down into many a pa.s.sageway through the blow-holes high above.
"She ain"t here. I knew she wasn"t," Eddie announced when the final tunnel let them into the graying light of dawn beyond the Peak.
"In that case--" Bud glanced from him to Jerry, who was blowing out his lantern.
Jerry let down the globe carefully, at the same time glancing soberly at Bud. "The kid knows better than we do what would happen if Lew met up with her and Boise."
Eddie shook his head miserably, his eyes fixed helpessly upon Bud. "Lew never, Mr. Birnie. I was with him every minute from dark till--till the cashier, shot him. We come up the way I took you through the canyon. Lew never knew she was gone any more than I did."
Jerry bit his lip. "Kid, what if the gang run acrost her, KNOWING Lew was dead?" he grated. "And her on Boise? The word"s out that Bud stole Boise. Dave and the boys rode out to round him up--and they ain"t done it, so they"re still riding--we"ll hope. Kid, you know d.a.m.n well your gang would double-cross Dave in a minute, now Lew"s killed. If they got hold of the horse, do yuh think they"d turn him over to Dave?"
"No, you bet your life they wouldn"t!" Eddie retorted.
"And what about HER?" Bud cut in with ominous calm. "She"s your sister, kid. Would you be worried if you knew they had HER and the horse?"
Eddie gulped and looked away. "They wouldn"t hurt her unless they knew"t Lew was dead," he said. "And them that went to Crater was killed or jailed, so--" He hesitated. "It looked to me like Anse was setting up waiting for the bunch to get back from Crater. He--he"s always jumpy when they go off and stay, and it"d be just like him to set there and wait till daylight. It looks to me, Mr. Birnie, like him and--and the rest don"t know yet that the Crater job was a fizzle. They wouldn"t think of such a thing as taking Sis, or Boise either, unless they knew Lew was dead."
"Are you sure of that?" Bud had him in a grip that widened the boy"s eyes with something approaching fear.
"Yes sir, Mr. Birnie, I"m sure. What didn"t go to Crater stayed in camp--or was gone on some other trip. No, I"m sure!" He jerked away with sudden indignation at Bud"s disbelief. "Say! Do you think I"m bad enough to let my sister get into trouble with the Catrockers? I know they never got her. More"n likely it"s Dave."
"Dave went up Burroback Valley," Jerry stated flatly. "Him and the boys wasn"t on this side the ridge. They had it sized up that Bud might go from Crater straight across into Black Rim, and they rode up to catch him as he comes back across." Jerry grinned a little. "They wanted that money you peeled off the crowd Sunday, Bud. They was willing you should get to Crater and cash them checks before they overhauled yuh and strung yuh up."
"You don"t suppose they"d hurt Marian if they found her with the horse?
She might have followed along to Crater--"
"She never," Eddie contradicted. And Jerry declared in the same breath, "She"d be too much afraid of Lew. No, if they found her with the horse they"d take him away from her and send her back on another one to do the kitchen work," he conjectured with some contempt. "If they found YOU without the horse--well--men have been hung on suspicion, Bud. Money"s something everybody wants, and there ain"t a man in the valley but what has figured your winnings down to the last two-bit piece. It"s just a runnin" match now to see what bunch gets to yuh first."
"Oh, the money! I"d give the whole of it to anyone that would tell me Marian "s safe," Bud cried unguardedly in his misery. Whereat Jerry and Ed looked at each other queerly.
CHAPTER TWENTY: "PICK YOUR FOOTING!"
The three sat irresolutely on their horses at the tunnel"s end of the Gap, staring out over the valley of the Redwater and at the mountains beyond. Bud"s face was haggard and the lines of his mouth were hard. It was so vast a country in which to look for one little woman who had not gone back to see Jerry"s signal!
"I"ll bet yuh Sis cleared out," Eddie blurted, looking at Bud eagerly, as if he had been searching for some comforting word. "Sis has got lots of sand. She used to call me a "fraid cat all the time when I didn"t want to go where she did. I"ll bet she just took Boise and run off with him. She would, if she made up her mind--and I guess she"d had about as much as she could stand, cookin" at Little Lost--"
Bud lifted his head and looked at Eddie like a man newly awakened. "I gave her money to take home for me, to my mother, down Laramie way. I begged her to go if she was liable to be in trouble over leaving the ranch. But she said she wouldn"t go--not unless she was missed. She knew I"d come back to the ranch. I just piled her hands full of bills in the dark and told her to use them if she had to--"
"She might have done it," Jerry hazarded hopefully. "Maybe she did sneak in some other way and get her things. She"d have to take some clothes along. Women folks always have to pack. By gosh, she could hide Boise out somewhere and--"