But the hands that were so eager, so active when their patient lay unconscious, seemed to shrink from the long, brown fingers searching blindly for them, and not one word had the maiden vouchsafed.
"I heard your voice a moment ago, Ruthie. Can"t you speak to me now?"
he asked, half chiding, half laughing. "Have you forgotten your friend Jim Drummond and the long, long talks we used to have on the "Newbern"?"
Forgotten Jim Drummond and those long talks indeed! Forgotten her hero, her soldier! Hardly. Yet no word would she speak.
"The little lady seems all unstrung yet, lieutenant. Miss f.a.n.n.y will have to talk for her, I fancy." And Wing"s clear, handsome eyes were raised to Miss Harvey"s face as he spoke in a look that seemed to tell how much he envied the soldier who was the object of such devoted attention. "Shall we move ahead? The others will join us later on."
But when a few minutes later strong arms lifted the tall lieutenant from the wagon and bore him to a blanket-covered shelter in a deep rocky recess where the sun"s rays seemed rarely to penetrate, and a cup of clear, cool water was held to his lips, Drummond"s one available hand was uplifted in hopes of capturing the ministering fingers. There was neither difficulty nor resistance. It was Sergeant Wing"s gauntlet, and Wing"s cordial voice again accosted him.
"Glad to see you so chipper, lieutenant. Now, I have some little knowledge of surgery. Your right arm is broken below the elbow, and you"re badly shocked and bruised. I have no doubt the surgeon will be with us by this time to-morrow, but I can set that arm just as soon as I have looked the ground over and disposed of ourselves and our prisoners to the best advantage."
"How many prisoners have we?" asked Drummond.
"Well, as yet, only Moreno and his interesting family and two of their gang, who are very badly wounded. Some of the others were neither prompt nor explicit about surrendering, and the men seem to have been a trifle impatient in one or two cases. You should hear the old woman protesting to Miss Harvey her innocence and her husband"s spotless character. You understand Spanish, do you not?"
"No, only the smattering we pick up at the Point and what "broncho"
Spanish I have added to it out here. Where did you learn it, sergeant?
They tell me you speak it like a native."
Wing"s sunburned face--a fine, clear-cut, and manly one it was--seemed to grow a shade or two redder.
"Oh, I have spoken it many years. My boyhood was spent on the Pacific slope. Pardon me, sir, I want to look more carefully after your injuries now."
"But the ladies, where are they?" asked Drummond, uneasily.
"Occupying the sanctum sanctorum, the innermost shrine among the rocks. This is a wonderful spot, sir. We might eventually have starved these people out if once they got here, but ten determined soldiers could hold it against ten hundred. I"ve as yet had only a glance, but the Morenos have been here before, it is most evident, for the senorita herself showed Miss Harvey into the cave reserved for the women. There they have cool water, cool and fresh air, and complete shelter."
And now, as with experienced hands the sergeant stripped off Drummond"s hunting-shirt and carefully exposed the bruised and lacerated arm and shoulder, he plied his patient with questions as to whether he felt any internal pain or soreness. "How a man could be flattened out and rolled over by such a weight and not be mashed into a jelly is what I can"t understand. You"re about as elastic as ivory, lieutenant, and you have no spare flesh about you either. That and the good luck of the cavalryman saved you from worse fate. You"ve got a battered head, a broken arm, and had the breath knocked out of you, and that"s about all. But we"ll have you on your feet by the time the fellows come from Stoneman."
"But how about the young ladies?" again asked Drummond, wearily and anxiously, for his head was still heavy and painful and his anxiety great. He was weak, too, from the shock. "Won"t they suffer meantime?"
"Well, they might,--at least Miss Ruth, the younger, might in the reaction after their fearful experience; but I"m something of a doctor, as I said, and I shall be able to prevent all that."
"How?"
"Well, by giving her something to do. Just as soon as they"ve had a chance to rest, both young ladies will be put on duty. Miss Ruth is to nurse you."
"Suppose she doesn"t want to?"
"The case isn"t supposable, lieutenant. She would have gone into hysterics this morning, I think, had she not been detailed, as a preventive, to hold your head. At all events, she quieted down the instant she was told by her sister to climb into the wagon again and sit still as a mouse and see that your face was kept cool and moist and shaded from the glare." And now Sergeant Wing"s lips were twitching with merriment, and Drummond, hardly knowing how to account for his embarra.s.sment, asked no more. His amateur surgeon, however, chatted blithely on.
"There"s an abundant store of provisions here, dried meat, frijoles, chile, chocolate.--You shall have a cup in a moment.--There"s ammunition in plenty. There"s even a keg of mescal, which, saving your presence, sir, as I am temporary commander, shall be hidden before the men begin coming in with their prisoners. There"s barley in abundance for horses and mules; water to drink and water to bathe in. We could hardly be better off anywhere."
Drummond looked curiously about him, so far as was possible without moving his pain-stricken head. He was lying in a deep recess in some dark and rocky canon whose sides were vertical walls. Tumbling down from the wooded heights above--rare sight in Arizona--a little brook of clear, sparkling water came brawling and plashing over its stony bed at his feet and went on down the gorge to its opening on the sandy plain. There, presumably, it burrowed into the bosom of the earth, for no vestige of running stream could the Cababi Valley show. The walls about him were in places grimy with the smoke of cook fires. Overhead, not fifty feet away, a gnarled and stunted little cedar jutted out from some crevice in the rocks and stood at the edge of the cliff. A soldier was clinging to it with one hand and pointing out towards the east with the other. Drummond recognized the voice as that of one of his own troop when the man called out,--
"Two of our fellers are coming with the old yellow ambulance, sergeant; but I can"t see the others."
"All right, Patterson. Try to see where the rest have gone and what they"re doing. I"ll send the gla.s.s up to you presently. What I"m afraid of, lieutenant, is that in their rage over Donovan"s death, and Mullan"s, and all the devil"s work done there at Moreno"s, and your mishap, too, the men have become uncontrollable, and will never let up on the pursuit until they have killed the last one of that gang. These two who are coming in with the bodies of the Morales brothers probably have worn-out horses, or perhaps Lee ordered them to stay and guard the safe. The last I saw of any of the gang they were disappearing over the desert to the south, striking for Sonora Pa.s.s."
"I wonder they didn"t all come in here," said Drummond.
"Well, hardly that, lieutenant. They knew they would be followed here, penned up, where their capture would only be a question of time. A hundred cavalrymen would be around them in a very few hours, and we could send to Lowell for those old mountain howitzers and just leisurely sh.e.l.l them out. Then, when they surrendered,--as they"d have to,--the civil authorities would immediately step in and claim jurisdiction, claim the prisoners, too. We"d simply have to turn them over to justice as a matter of course, and you know, and they know, that the only judge apt to sit on their case would be that of our eminent frontiersman and fellow-citizen,--Lynch. They are scattering like Apaches through the mountains and will rea.s.semble and count noses later on. Thanks to you and "C" troop, they have lost all they had gained and their leaders besides. No, sir, they won"t stop this side of the Mexican line."
"There"s one, Wing, I hope to heaven they"ll never lose sight of till they run him down."
"Who"s that, sir?"
"The fellow who was enlisted in "C" troop last winter at Tucson and who deserted last night to join this gang. He drove for the stage company last year and was discharged. He gave his name as Bland."
"Bland! Henry Bland!" exclaimed Sergeant Wing, leaping to his feet in uncontrollable excitement. "Do you mean it, sir? Had he enlisted? Do you mean that he was the man Miss Harvey spoke of,--the disguised soldier she called him?"
And Drummond, amazed at Wing"s emotion, gazed up to see the sergeant"s features working almost convulsively, his face paling, his eyes full of intense anxiety.
"Why, I cannot doubt it, sergeant. He ran away from us on the discovery of Donovan"s body and rode straight for Moreno"s, beating us there probably by an hour or so, for no one happened to miss him."
Wing"s hands were raised on high in a gesture almost tragic, then dropped helplessly by his side. With a stifled groan the tall soldier turned abruptly away and went striding towards the opening of the canon, leaving Drummond wondering and perplexed.
When, quarter of an hour later, the sergeant returned, bringing with him some improvised splints and bandages, and Drummond believed it his duty to make inquiry as to whether he knew Bland and what was the cause of his excitement, Wing turned his grave, troubled face and looked his young superior straight in the eye.
"Mr. Drummond, I have known that man for good and for ill many a long year. If our fellows have killed him, let his crimes die with him. If he is brought in alive,--brought to trial,--I may have to speak, but not now, sir. Bear with me, lieutenant,--not now."
Was Drummond dreaming? He could have declared that tears were starting in the sergeant"s eyes as he turned hastily away, unable for the moment to continue the setting and bandaging of the broken arm.
"Take your own time, Wing," said the young officer, gently. "Speak or keep silent as you will. You have earned the right." And the sergeant mutely thanked him.
The primitive surgery of the frontier took little time, and, with his arm comfortably and closely slung, Drummond lay impatient for the coming of his men, impatient perhaps to hear a softer voice, to feel again the light touch of slender fingers, yet in his weakness and exhaustion dropping slowly off to sleep. All efforts to keep awake proved vain. His heavy eyelids closed, and presently he was in dreamland.
Meantime Sergeant Wing had busied himself in many a way. First he had gone to loosen old Moreno"s bonds,--enough, at least, to relieve his pain yet hold him securely. The soldier sitting drowsily on the rock beside the prisoner gladly accepted permission to put aside his carbine and go to sleep.
"I"ll watch him, Mat," said Wing. "You lie down there, Moreno, and see to it that you make no effort to slip a knot while I"m at work here.
How far away is that ambulance now, Patterson?" he called to the man on lookout.
"Halted down at the edge of the plain, sergeant. That"s where they struck water first, and I reckon they couldn"t make up their minds to come farther. I can make out one or two of the fellows coming back far down the desert to the south. Horses played out probably."
"Anything to be seen across the valley along the trail we came?"
"Nothing, sir; not a puff of dust. But here"s something I don"t understand--off here in the range south of us--well up towards the top."
"What"s that?" asked Wing, dropping the coil of lariat he held in his hand and looking quickly up.
"Well, it"s more like signal-smoke than anything else. Just exactly such smoke as we have seen in the Chiricahua and Catarinas and ---- Well, just come up here with your field-gla.s.s, if you can, sergeant. I believe there"s an answer to it way down to the southeast,--t"other side of the valley."
In an instant Wing turned. "Sorry for you, Senor Moreno," he grimly muttered. "But as only two men are with me and both are otherwise engaged, I"ll have to secure you temporarily. It isn"t pleasant, but it serves you right."
In vain the Mexican pleaded and protested. A rawhide _riata_ was wound and looped about him in a few scientific turns and he was left reclining against the rock, conquered yet inwardly raging, while Wing stole in to Drummond"s rude couch, slipped the field-gla.s.s from its case, then, with a longing look into the darker depths beyond, and a moment"s hesitation, he stepped to the projecting rock that seemed to divide the cave into two apartments and called in lower tone, "Miss Harvey."
"Here, Mr. Wing. What is wanted?"