Straight into the circle of light, straight to the southern entrance, now a gate of flame, the soldier rode and loudly hailed "Moreno!"
But hissing, snapping wood-work alone replied. Guided by an experienced sergeant, some of the troopers, never halting, rode on into the eastward darkness, and there were stationed as videttes to guard against surprise. Returning to where he had pa.s.sed his lieutenant, the sergeant dismounted, allowing his weary horse to stand, and then began minute examination. Following the freshest hoof-tracks, he found the young officer riding about through the thick smoke within the corral.
"Any sign of Moreno or his people, sir?" he hailed.
"Not yet. Just see what"s beyond that door-way. My horse is frightened at something there and I can"t see for the smoke."
Obedient, the sergeant pushed ahead, bending low to avoid the stifling fumes. Between the tumbled-down heap of barley-sacks and the crumbling wall lay some writhing objects in the sand, and his stout heart almost failed him at the moan of agony that met his ear.
"Help! water! Oh, for Christ"s sake, water!"
One bound carried him out of sight of his superior. The next instant, dragging by the foot a prostrate form, he emerged from the bank into the fresher air of the centre of the corral. Off came his canteen and was held to the parched lips of a stranger in scorched civilian dress, his beard and hair singed by the flames, his legs and arms securely bound.
"Who are you and what"s happened? Whose work is this?" demanded the lieutenant, leaping from saddle to his side. The man seemed swooning away, but the sergeant dashed water in his face.
"Quick!--the others!--or they"ll burn to death."
"What others? Where, man?" exclaimed the soldiers, springing to their feet.
"Oh! somewhere in there,--the far end of the corral--or Moreno"s west room," was the gasping reply.
Another rush into the whirling, eddying smoke, another search along under the wall, and presently in the flickering light the rescuing pair came upon a barrier of barley-sacks, burning in places from huge flakes of fire falling from the blazing rafters of the overhanging shed, and behind this, senseless, suffocated, helplessly bound, two other forms. Thrusting the sacks aside, the troopers seized and dragged forth their hapless fellow-creatures. Jarred by sudden pressure, a burning upright snapped. There was a crackling, crashing sound, and down came the rafters, sending another column of flame to light up the features of men rescued not an instant too soon from the death that awaited them.
"My G.o.d!" cried Sergeant Lee, "this is old Feeny,--and yet alive."
Together the two raised the senseless form, bore it out into the open s.p.a.ce, laid it gently beside their first discovery, and ran back for the next, a big, heavy, bulky shape in loose and blood-stained garments. It took all their strength to lug it forth. Then the lieutenant bent by the side of the slowly recovering civilian.
"Are there any more we can reach?" he questioned eagerly, his heart beating madly.
"No,--too late!--others were inside when the roof fell in. More water,--more water!"
Sergeant Lee sprang to the _ollas_, gleaming there in the fire-light, and brought back a br.i.m.m.i.n.g dipper, holding it to the poor fellow"s parched lips until he could drink no more, then slashing away the thongs with which he was bound.
"This is Greaser work," he cried. "How could they have left you alive?
Where are Moreno"s people? Who"s done this, anyhow?"
"Pasqual Morales. Moreno was in it, too. "Twas the paymaster they were laying for; but they"ve killed Ned Harvey and got his sisters,--old Harvey"s children--from Tucson."
"What?" cried the officer, leaping to his feet. "Harvey"s daughters here?--here? Man, are you mad?"
"It"s G.o.d"s truth! Oh, if I had a drop of the whiskey that"s being burned in there! I"m nigh dead."
"Run to my saddle-bags, Lee; fetch that flask, quick; then call in the men and send one back to hurry up the rest. Where have they gone? What have they done with their captives?"
"G.o.d knows! I could hear them screaming and praying,--those poor girls! Mullan and the pay-clerk picked up Feeny after he was stunned and they rushed him back through here, where the paymaster had dragged himself, to where you found him. That--that"s the paymaster you"ve got there. Then they tried to save a drunken soldier while all the gang seemed crowding after the safe and the girls, but they were shot down inside, and must have burned to death if they wasn"t killed. Oh, G.o.d, what a night!" And weak, unstrung, unmanned, the poor fellow sobbed aloud.
At this instant there rode into the corral a couple of troopers.
"Lieutenant Drummond here?" cried one of them. "We"ve found a man out on the plain to the southeast, gagged and bound. Shall we fetch him in?"
"You go, Quinn, but get some one else to help you. Patterson, your horse is fresh, gallop back on the trail. Tell Sergeant Meinecke to come ahead for all he"s worth. Let the packs take care of themselves.
Send Sergeant Lee in here to me again." Then with trembling hands the young officer turned his attention to his other patients. Severing the cords with his hunting-knife, he freed them from their bonds, then dashed water over their scorched and blackened faces, meantime keeping up a running fire of questions. Between his sobs, the young civilian told him that the outlaws had hitched in both teams and taken also the spare mules and the buck-board. They had lifted the Harvey girls into the Concord, the safe and Pasqual Morales into the paymaster"s ambulance, while the wounded men and Moreno"s people probably were put on the open wagon. Then they had all driven furiously away to the south, leaving only two or three men to complete the work at the ranch. Finding the paymaster and sergeant well-nigh dead, they had contented themselves with binding and leaving them to their fate, to be cremated when the roof of the shed came down. Then one of the gang whom he had once befriended in Tucson pleaded with his fellows to spare the life of the only one of the party left to tell the tale.
Pasqual and the Mexicans were gone. Those who remained were Americans, judging by their speech, though two of them were still masked. "My name is Woods," said the poor fellow. "But that bandit had to beg hard. They were ready to murder anybody connected with the defence, for Ramon was killed and Pasqual shot through the leg. I did that, though they didn"t know it. They bound and left me here, but made me swear I would tell Harvey and his friends when they got back that it was no use following; they had thirty armed men and three hours"
start. They never thought of any one else getting here first. Oh, my G.o.d! who can break it to Mr. Harvey when he does come?"
And then Sergeant Lee came hurrying back, one or two men with him, and together they labored to restore to consciousness the paymaster, breathing feebly, and old Feeny, bleeding from a gash in the back of the skull and a bullet-hole through the body. For nearly quarter of an hour their efforts were vain. Meantime Drummond, well-nigh mad over the delay, was pacing about like a caged tiger. He set two of the men to work to hitch the bewildered little burros to the well-wheel and get up several huge bucketfuls of water against the coming of the troop. He ordered others to rub down his handsome sorrel, Chester, and the mounts of two of the advanced party. At last after what must have seemed an age, yet could not have been over thirty minutes from the time of their arrival, a soldier running in, said he could hear hoofs out on the plain, and at the same instant two men appeared lugging between them, bleeding and senseless, the ragged form of Edward Harvey.
Scratched, torn, covered with blood and bruises, and still unconscious though he was, Drummond knew him at a glance. They had met the previous year, and though only once it was enough. Men with young and lovely sisters are not soon forgotten. Kneeling by his side, the lieutenant sought anxiously for trace of blade or bullet. Rents there were many and many a b.l.o.o.d.y scratch and tear, but, to his infinite relief, no serious wound appeared. Still in deep swoon, his friend seemed to resist every effort for his restoration. The dash of water in his face was answered only by a faint shivering sigh. The thimbleful of whiskey forced between his lips only gurgled down his throat, and Drummond felt no responsive flutter of pulse. The shock to his system must indeed have been great, for Harvey lay like one in a trance. Drummond feared that he might never again open his eyes to light and home.
And then the weary troop came trotting into view, old Sergeant Meinecke in command. Halting and dismounting at his signal, the men stood silent and wondering at their horses" heads, while their leader went in to report to his commander. Drummond barely lifted his eyes from the pallid features before him.
"Unsaddle, sergeant; rub down; pick out the best and likeliest horses.
I want twenty men to go on a chase with me. How soon can the packs get up?"
"They must be fully half an hour behind, sir."
"Sorry for that, sergeant. We"ve got to take at least four of them; load them up with barley, bacon, hardtack, ammunition. Kick off everything else. We"ll feed and water here before starting, then we"ve got to ride like the devil. Send Trooper Bland here as soon as he has unsaddled. I want him to ride with me. He knows all the roads to the south."
Meinecke saluted in his methodical German fashion, turned away, and presently could be heard ordering "Unsaddle" and then shouting for Private Bland.
"Are there any of our men besides the farrier who have any knowledge of surgery?" asked the lieutenant of Sergeant Lee.
"They say Bland has, sir. I don"t know any one else."
"Well, I"ve just sent for him. Mr. Harvey here doesn"t seem to be wounded, yet it"s impossible to bring him to. Give Woods a little more whiskey and see if you can get a word out of the major or Feeny."
But efforts with the half-suffocated men had no effect. The whiskey with Woods had better results. He presently ceased his shivering sobs and could answer more questions. Drummond begged for particulars of the capture, and these the man found it difficult to give. He was stationed at the back door, the corral side, he said, and hardly saw the final rush. But there was something so queer about it. There had been a few minutes" lull. Then Harvey and Feeny both began to talk excitedly and to call out that the "road agents" were running away, and then presently there came sound of galloping hoofs and cheering, and both the sergeant and Mr. Harvey had shouted that the troops were coming and rushed out to meet them,--"And the next thing I knew," said Woods, "was seeing Feeny flattened out on the ground and crawling on his hands and knees and the room filled with roughs, some Mexicans, some Yanks, and I slipped into the corral and saw one of them shoot Feeny as he was trying to crawl after me; and while they were swearing and searching for the safe and carrying it out, Mr. Dawes and Mullan managed, somehow, to help the paymaster out, and then went in after the other man." Then Woods could tell little more. One thing, he said, amazed and excited him so he couldn"t believe his eyes, but he was almost ready to swear that the fellow Feeny ran to shake hands with was a soldier in uniform, and that he held Feeny"s hand while another man came up behind and "mashed" him with the b.u.t.t of his pistol, and that this fellow in soldier clothes was the man who afterwards shot Feeny as he was trying to crawl away.
Drummond looked around at the man incredulous,--almost derisive. The story was improbable, too much so to deserve even faint attention.
Just then Meinecke came back and, precise as ever, stood attention and saluted.
"Herr Lieutenant, Private Bland is not with my party at all, sir."
"Did you leave him back with the packs?"
"No, sir; the men say he wasn"t with us all night. He rode ahead with the lieutenant until we came to Corporal Donovan"s body."
"He"s not been with me since," exclaimed the lieutenant. "Sergeant Lee, ask if any of the men have seen him."
Lee was gone but a moment, then came back with grave face and troubled eyes, bringing with him a young trooper who was serving his first enlistment.
"Private Goss, here, has a queer story to tell, sir."
"What do you know? What have you seen?" asked Drummond.
"Why, sir, right after Sergeant Lee caught sight of the fire and sung out that it was Moreno"s I was back about a couple of rods looking for my canteen. I was that startled when they found Corporal Donovan dead that I dropped it, and all of a sudden somebody comes out past me leading his horse, and I asked him what he had lost, and he said his pipe, and pa.s.sed me by, and I thought nothing more about it,--only no sooner did he get out into the dark where I couldn"t see him than I heard all of a sudden a horse start at full gallop right over in this direction, and now I think of it it must have been Bland, for it was him that pa.s.sed me, sir,--sneaking out like."
Drummond sprang to his feet.