Away out across the desert its red glare chased the Concord wagon wherein, all unconscious of the danger signal, the sisters were now chatting in low tone.
"Drive your best," had Harvey muttered to his Mexican Jehu, as he leaned out of the saddle to reach his ear. "Not a word to alarm the girls," he cautioned his companion, "but be ready for anything."
Far out beyond the swaying, bounding vehicle; far out across the blistered plain, the glare and gleam fell full upon the brown adobe walls at Moreno"s, and glittering eyes and swarthy faces peered through the westward aperture, while out in the corral the night lights were dancing to and fro, and Feeny, sore perplexed, but obedient to orders, was hurrying the preparations of his men. Murphy"s wild announcement had carried conviction to the major"s soul, despite all Feeny"s pleadings, and the sight of that beacon furiously burning, the thought of those helpless women being borne off into the horrors of captivity among the Indians, had conspired to rouse the paymaster to unlooked-for a.s.sertion of himself and his authority. In vain had Feeny begged him to think of his money, to remember that outlaws would resort to any trick to rob him of his guard, and might have even overpowered Wing and his party and then lighted the beacon.
The chain of evidence, the straight story told by his morning visitor, the awful news contained in the pencilled note brought in by Mullan, were considerations too potent to be slighted. In vain did Feeny point out to him that if Apaches were really in the neighborhood Wing would not be content with starting the fire, but would surely signal whither to go in search of them, and that no vestige of signal-torch had appeared. Old Plummer vowed he could never again know a moment of peace if he neglected to do anything or everything in his power to save the girls. Most reluctantly he agreed that Feeny should remain in charge of the safe and the two drugged and helpless men. Murphy and all the others were ordered out forthwith to march rapidly northeastward until they struck the trail of the pursuit and then to follow that. In fifteen minutes, with four pack-mules ambling behind, away they went into the darkness, and all that was left to man the ranch and defend the government treasury against all comers was the phlegmatic but determined paymaster, his physically wrecked but devoted clerk, Sergeant Feeny, raging at heart but full of fight, and a half-breed packer named Pedro; the two senseless and drunken troopers were of course of no use to anybody.
Even as the detachment mounted, Latham with it, old Moreno appeared at the door-way shrouded in his _serape_. Approaching Murphy by the side farthest from Plummer and the sergeant, he slipped a fat canteen from under his cloak and thrust it into the corporal"s ready hand.
"Hush-h,--no words," he whispered. "All is well. I keep my promise."
And so saying he had slunk away; but Feeny was on the off side quick as a shot, quicker than the corporal could stow the bulky vessel in his saddle-bags. Wresting it from the nerveless hand of his junior, Feeny hurled it with all his force after the Mexican"s retreating form. It struck Moreno square in the back of the neck and sent him pitching heavily forward. Only by catching at a horse-post did he save himself from a fall, but, as he straightened up, his face was one not to be looked at without a shudder; grinding teeth, snapping, flashing eyes, vengeful contortions of brow and jaw, hate, fury, and revenge, all were quivering with the muscles under that swarthy skin, and the gleaming knife was clasped in his upraised hand as, driving into the ranch and out of sight of the hated "Gringos," he burst into the room where sat his wife and daughter, and raging aloud, through that he leaped like a panther to another door, fastened on the farther side, where one instant he stood before admission could be gained, and through a panel in which there warily peered a bearded face, swarthy as his own. And then Senora Moreno hurriedly banged the shutter and took up her guitar. Something had to be done to hush the uproar of blasphemy and imprecation, mingling with the shout of exultation that instantly followed her lord"s admission to the den.
Nine o"clock came. Murphy and his party were gone. The beacon still blazed at the westward pa.s.s. The tw.a.n.g of the guitar had ceased.
Silence reigned about the ranch. Old Plummer with anxious face plodded slowly up and down the open s.p.a.ce in front of the deserted bar. Feeny, with three loaded carbines close at hand and his belt bristling with revolvers, was dividing his attention between the safe and the still sleeping troopers. Every once in a while he would station the major at the safe, which had been hauled into the easternmost of the rooms that opened to the front instead of on the corral, and, revolver in hand, would patrol the premises, never failing to stop at a certain window behind which he believed Moreno to be lurking, to warn that impulsive Greaser not to show his head outside his room if he didn"t want it blown off his shoulders; never failing on his return to stir up both rec.u.mbent forms with angry foot, and then to shower in equal portions cold water and hot imprecations upon them. To Pedro he had intrusted the duty of caring for the horses of his prostrate comrades. Every faculty he possessed was on the alert, watching for the faintest sign of treachery or hostility from within, listening with dread but stern determination for the first sound of hoof-beats from without. It must have been about ten o"clock when, leaving Mr. Dawes, the clerk, seated in the dark interior beside the safe, Feeny stepped forth to make another round, stopped to look at Mullan and his partner, now beginning to twitch uneasily and moan and toss in their drunken sleep, and then turned to seek the paymaster. Whatsoever lights Moreno had been accustomed to burn by way of lure or encouragement to belated travellers, all was gloom to-night. The bar was silence and darkness.
The bare east room adjoining the corral was tenanted now only by the clerk and the precious iron box of "greenbacks." No glimmer of lamp showed there. The westward apartments, opening only one into another and thence into the corral, were still as the night, and even when a shutter was slowly pushed from within, as though the occupants craved more air, no gleam of light came through.
"Don"t show your ugly mug out here, Moreno," cautioned Feeny for the fourth or fifth time, "and warn any d.a.m.ned cut-throat with you to keep in hiding. The man who attempts to come out gets a bullet through him."
There had been shrill protestation in Mexican Spanish and Senora Moreno"s strident tones when first he conveyed his orders to the master of the ranch, but Moreno himself had made no audible reply, and, as was conjectured, had enjoined silence on his wife, for after that outbreak she spoke no more.
"I"ve got this approach covered anyhow," muttered the veteran. "Now if I only had men to watch those doors into the corral, I could pen Moreno and whatever he has here at his back. It"s that gang of h.e.l.l-hounds we pa.s.sed at Ceralvo"s that will pay us a call before morning, or I"m a duffer."
Once again he found the paymaster wearily, anxiously patrolling his self-a.s.sumed post out beyond the westward wall. The presence of common danger, the staff official"s forgetfulness of self and his funds in his determination to aid the wretched women whom he firmly believed to have been run off by the Apaches, had won from the sergeant the tribute of more respectful demeanor, even though he held the story of the raid to be an out-and-out lie.
"Any signs or sounds yet, sir?" he questioned in m.u.f.fled tone.
"Why, I thought--just a moment ago--I heard something like the crack of a whip far out there on the plain."
"That"s mighty strange, sir; no stage is due coming east until to-morrow night, and no stage would dare pull out on this stretch in face of the warning there at Picacho."
"Well, it may have been imagination. My nerves are all unused to this sort of thing. How do you work this affair when you want to reload, sergeant? I"m blessed if I understand it. I never carried a revolver before in my life."
Feeny took the glistening, nickel-plated Smith & Wessen, clicked the hammer to the safety-notch, tested the cylinder springs, and, touching the lever, showed his superior by the feel rather than sight how the perfect mechanism was made to turn on its hinge and thrust the emptied sh.e.l.ls from their chamber.
"The Lord grant we may have no call to shoot to-night, sir, but I mis...o...b.. the whole situation. That fire"s beginning to wear itself out already, and any minute I look to hear the hoof-beats of the Morales gang, surrounding us here on every side. If they"ll only hold off till towards morning and I can brace up these two poor devils they"ve poisoned, we can stand "em off a while until our fellows begin to come back or Lieutenant Drummond hears of the gathering."
"And do you still believe there are no Apaches in this business?"
asked the major.
"Not out north or west, sir; they"re thick enough ahead in the Santa Maria, but not to the north, not to the west; I can"t believe that.
Those Morales fellows know everything that is going on. They knew that just about this time Ned Harvey was expected along escorting his sisters home. They knew you had never seen him and could easily be made to believe the story. Everything has been done to hold us back, first at Ceralvo"s and afterwards here, until they could gather all their gang in force sufficient to attack, then--Hist! listen!
There"s hoofs now. No, not out there, the other way, from the Tucson road, east. G.o.d grant it"s some of our fellows coming back! Keep watch here, major; I"ll run out and challenge."
Hastily picking up a carbine as he pa.s.sed the door, Feeny ran nimbly out across the sandy barren, disappearing in the darkness to the southeast. Old Plummer"s heart beat like a hammer as he listened for the hail. A moment more he could hear hoof-beats and the voices of men in low tones; then, low-toned too, but sharp and stern, Feeny"s challenge rose upon the night:
"Who comes there?"
Instantly the invisible party halted, surprised; but with the promptness born of frontier experience, back came the answer:
"Friends."
"Who are you, and where from?"
"George Harvey and party from Tucson, looking for Moreno"s. Who are you?"
"United States cavalry on escort duty. How many in your party?"
"Only two here. We were delayed by Apache signs in the Santa Maria.
The rest are some miles behind with relay mules. Are we near the ranch? What"s that light out to the west?"
"Never mind that now. Dismount and come up alone, Mr. Harvey; I must recognize you first."
Feeny wanted to gain time. His brain was whirling. Here was partial confirmation of the story told by the alleged Ned Harvey in the morning. Here was the father coming with guard and relay mules to meet his children just as their morning visitor declared he was expected to do. Was it possible after all that the tale was true,--that the children were there at the Gila, making wide _detour_ around Ceralvo"s and taking the northward route around that ill-favored ranch? If so, what awful tidings had he to break! Stout soldier that he was, Feeny felt that he was trembling from head to foot. Up through the gloom strode a tall figure, fearless and confident.
"There"s no Irishman in all the Morales gang," laughed the coming man, "and I know a cavalryman"s challenge when I hear it, and so honor it at once. Where are you, sentry?"
"Here; this way," answered Feeny, standing erect and peering sharply through the gloom. "I"ve never met you, Mr. Harvey, but we all know you by reputation. Just tell me your business and how you happen to be riding the desert this time of night and then I"ll tell you why I ask."
"I am expecting my son and daughters coming up from Yuma. We were to meet at Moreno"s this evening; but a scouting-party in the mountains warned us to hide until night, so we"re late. Have they reached Moreno"s? We must be close there."
"You"re close enough to Moreno"s; it"s not a hundred yards back there; but that light across the valley is the warning beacon at Picacho.
They would hardly venture across knowing what that means."
"Why, my G.o.d, man!" exclaimed Harvey, "that says the Apaches are out west of the Santa Maria or the Christobal. Have you seen,--have you heard anything of them?"
"For the love of G.o.d, sir, don"t ask me now. Come to the ranch. Major Plummer"s there,--the paymaster. He"ll tell you all we know."
A moment more and, with glaring eyes, with agonized, ashen face, the Arizona merchant stood at the entrance of the ranch, clinging to the horse-rail for support, listening with gasping breath to Plummer"s faltering recital of the events of the morning.
"Are you sure it was my son,--my Ned?" he moaned.
"I never saw him before, Mr. Harvey; but some of my men were sure, and old Moreno here--"
The wooden shutter behind them swung open. From the inner darkness Moreno"s voice, tremulous with sympathy and distress, fell upon their ears.
"Senor Harvey, my heart bleeds for you. I saw him but an instant, but it was he,--Senor Edward, your son."
"G.o.d of heaven! and your men have gone, all of them?"
"All but Feeny here."
"Northeast, towards the Christobal?"
"Yes; but stop one moment now, and look at this note. Is it your son"s writing?" And Plummer produced the crumpled page while Feeny held the light. Feverishly Harvey examined the scrawl, his hand trembling so hard he could not steady the paper.
"It is like enough," he moaned. "It was written in such mad haste. My horse!" he cried, "and you come with me, George. Send the others on our trail as soon as they get in. Give me another pistol if you can,--I have but one,--and in G.o.d"s name order along the first troops that reach you."
Then in less than a minute even the galloping hoofs had m.u.f.fled their dull thunder in the darkness and distance. With wild dread spurring him on, the father was gone to the rescue of his children, leaving old Plummer and his faithful sergeant shocked and nerveless at the ranch.